Chrysalis was quite pleased with herself. Four princesses down, if you count Shining as being one when she was ended, and just two to go. Chrysalis had intended to hold off a bit, letting the two princesses learn about their dead fellow royalty, may giving them a bit of time to panic, but the surge of power she felt from what she had consumed encouraged to continue her little princess hunt. If there was any time to go for the two most powerful creatures in Equestria, it was now.

Her belly was sated for the moment, but her lust for sex and power seemed to be the opposite. The more she got, the more ravenous she became. She really hoped she didn’t end up having withdrawal after she ran out of alicorns to murder, but that was a worry for another time.

Regardless, she headed into Canterlot just as another evening was coming up. After placing some interesting things in a location with an enchantment to make sure she could easily teleport them to her location, she took Cadence’s form, and no one questioned her walking through the palace, past every guard and having every door unlocked or barrier lowered.

The palace had detection systems for changelings now, but most of the time guards saw it was Cadence and just let her through, which sort of defeated the very purpose of their defenses, silly ponies. The one time she was stopped and scanned, she casually unplugged the scanner, and the guard was so lost within her power that he didn't notice, just looking at the blank reading and waving her in.

Once in the royal chambers, a night guard led her to Luna’s bedroom. He was about to knock on her behalf, but she caught his hoof with her magic, shaking her head, “Just unlock it, sweetie, thank you for your help.”

He arched an eyebrow, then went a bit stiff as she swished her tail to rub along his plot, “I want to surprise her, maybe I’ll owe you a favor after, hm?” This was why she took Cadence’s form rather than Twilight’s. If she needed to waggle her ass at a guard to get cooperation, she knew no one would question the Goddess of Fuck acting like a shameless slut. The guard would certainly believe her when she said she owed him a favor, as that was generally the way Cadence told someone that she’d come bang them later in gratitude, and even let them bring friends to share the gratitude if they wanted.

Once the grinning guard walked off, the front of his pants bulging, Chrysalis opted for a different kind of stealth, cloaking herself in a refraction field that bent light around her. She opened the door as silently as she could, slipping inside and closing it just as silently behind her, taking a moment to lock it.

When she turned to look into the room though, she couldn’t believe what she was seeing.

Well, it was Luna all right, back turned to the door and too distracted to notice it having opened and closed, wearing a set of what looked like moon themed pajamas, complete with a little cap like a child might wear. Her pajamas buttoned up in the back instead of the front to accommodate her wings, and she had fuzzy slippers with a chibi Celestia face on the toes. That was absolutely adorable, not to mention deliciously rapeable, but what she was doing was even more unexpected.

She was setting up the last of three cameras on a tripod, carefully facing it inward towards a central point. At that point, there was a high stool with a noose neatly tied above it at just the right height for the tall alicorn to stand on the stool and wrap it around her neck. Chrysalis’ mouth hung open as she watched Luna gather a length of rope, then began to tie it around her own torso to bind her wings tightly against her back so that they wouldn’t be flapping due to survival instinct.

Was this really happening? Well knowing that at least one of the royal sisters was miserable enough to want to murder themselves was a pleasant thought, though hanging wasn’t exactly the most painful way to go. Still, even if she decided to stop it to end Luna in a more painful fashion, she was still curious if the moon goddess would really go through with it, not to mention why she seemed to want to get her suicide on camera. In Celestia’s place, Chrysalis would have appreciated Luna’s thoughtfulness of giving her something to masturbate to later, but it was still rather odd.

Chrysalis slowly trotted over to the bed, where there was a piece of parchment rolled out and filled with writing. It was a bit long, but the idea seemed to be that Luna wanted to ‘snuff video’ to be sold to make money to help with the royal deficit, as seeing a princess die would no doubt fetch a high price. It even had an auction planned, selling her preserved corpse as a fuck toy to the highest bidder.

From what Chrysalis knew of Equestrian law, there was a rather odd clause that stated that if an immortal wanted to end their existence, they must be allowed to do so, but she never thought she’d see it in action. She wondered if that was where the sisters' parents had gone. Chrysalis couldn’t imagine getting tired of living. After all, even if she lost everything, she’d still at least have vengeance to drive her on.

Oh well, there was no need to question her luck. Chrysalis moved quietly aside where she was least likely to get tripped on, sitting in the corner with her legs spread. She reached one hand beneath her balls to push fingers into her still sopping wet pussy, the other slowly stroking her shaft, which was rapidly expanding to full hardness. She sat back and prepared to enjoy the show.

Chrysalis paused as her ears caught the click of the room door being unlocked, and she turned to see the door open again. Walking in was none other than the other royal sister, wearing an equally adorable set of pajamas decorated with happy little suns, as well as Luna themed slippers.

Chrysalis quietly cursed, thinking that Celestia would put a stop to Luna's little suicide attempt, and that might make it very hard to be alone with Luna afterward. She didn't want to take on both sisters at once.

“Luna, I had an idea to help with the royal deficit by auctioning the right to impregnate us and Twilight, maybe Cadence too if Shining is okay with it, but I wanted to run it by you first and—Luna?” Celestia paused as she looked up from the document in her hands, staring at her sister.

Luna looked back like a child caught with their hand inside the cookie jar. “I... hello sister... I had an idea too, sort of.” She chuckled awkwardly.

“Are you... committing suicide?” asked Celestia slowly.

“Well, yes,” Luna said, then added “But I’m making a snuff video of it, and that will fetch a high price right? Then my corpse will fetch a high price afterward. If you auctioned it, I'm betting Fancy Pants and Blueblood would get in a bid fight and it'd end up going for a lot, granted I hope to gods Blueblood doesn't win, but still..”

“Luna, you know I love you, and this really disappoints me,” sighed Celestia, “I mean were you going to hang yourself fully clothed? And from those camera angles? Please Luna, if you’re going to film yourself committing suicide, you should at least do it properly.”

“I know,” Luna’s ears wilted, “I’m sorry, I know you’re better at this sort of thing but I was embarrassed to ask for help I guess.”

Chrysalis could barely respond, maw hanging open as she watched.

“Oh Luna,” Celestia moved over to her sister, taking Luna’s hands in hers, then pulling her close into a hug, “You never have to be afraid to ask for my assistance. Now come on, untie your wings. I’m going to be a good sister and help you out.” She kissed Luna’s forehead before stepping back, turning to one of the cameras.

Celestia took one of the cameras, detaching it from its tripod, and instead placing it on the floor in front of the chair. She carefully adjusted its direction and field of view so it would get a good shot at Luna’s crotch both as she stood on the chair, and as she hanged after the chair was kicked away. She then stood herself on the stool, looking at the noose.

“See dear sister, this knot is tied TOO effectively,” explained Celestia, “This isn’t an execution where we want your neck to snap quickly. We want to draw out your asphyxiation; ponies will want to see you suffer.” She began to make adjustments to the knot, but also sighed in relief, “I’m so glad I caught you. It would have been disappointing to find you already swinging; did you not think your big sister would want a go at you as you gagged to death? It wouldn't be the same only doing your corpse afterward.”

“I know, I know,” sighed Luna, blushing a bit in embarrassment, pulling the rope free from around herself, allowing it to fall to the floor around her feet, “I’m sorry sister, you know I love you. and I should have been more thoughtful.”

“Shhh, don’t worry,” Celestia comforted her as she hopped down off the stool, leaning forward to give Luna a brief but deep kiss. “Now, have you had plenty of fluids today?”

“Well yes,” said Luna, quirking her head, “But why?”

“So your corpse will piss itself, of course, preferable onto me” smiled Celestia, “You really should have asked for my help. You are sure of this, right?”

“Oh I am, believe me sister I am completely dedicated to this path,” Luna said after another kiss, sounding serious, “In fact, if I lose my nerve and don’t want to go through with it, I want you to murder me. That would be hotter for the snuff video anyway.”

“I give you my word,” assured Celestia, “Once those cameras start, you won’t leave here alive, even if I have to restrain you and strangle you myself.” She paused for a moment and before continuing “Hmm, honestly I don’t know about selling you, I sort of want to keep your preserved corpse for myself. In fact I think I’ll drag you over to the bed once you’re dead and have some necro fun right away.” She mused a bit more. "Maybe I could auction off the privilege of using your corpse for a day, then I can just take it back after that, maybe auction use of it every year on Nightmare Night, maybe give them a slight discount if they agree to have their fun with you on stage for the crowd. Oh, this is going to work quite well."

“Oh certainly, the video by itself will fetch plenty a good price,” Luna was still blushing, “Just be sure to get the corpse loving on camera too, maybe even a gangbang by my royal guards at the end.” She smiled sweetly and looked into Celestia’s eyes, “Besides, I can think of no better fate than being the personal sex doll of the one I love most.”

Chrysalis continued to watch, but couldn’t believe her eyes and ears. Her hands trembled as she continued to stroke and finger herself, fluid drooling down onto the floor, too into the incredible scene to worry about them seeing the puddle of cunt honey forming in the corner. Chrysalis clenched her teeth until they creaked, somehow managing to hold in her moans, for the time at least. The only reason her teeth didn't break again was that she reinforced them when she repaired them from the last time. Making the incestuous dyke goddesses murder each other would have been fun, but actually seeing them do it of their own free will was something entirely new and ridiculously hot for Chrysalis. And doing it in such a romantic manner as well; Chrysalis felt drunk from the emotional fumes radiating from the sisters.

The two sisters pulled themselves together; Celestia’s horn glowing to face one of the camera’s toward them as they did.

“I love you sister,” said Luna, groping at Celestia’s breasts, then reached around her to slowly unbutton the back of Celestia’s pajamas. She noticed the camera and smiled teasingly, “Starting the camera already to make sure I don’t get away?”

“I love you too sister, and perhaps I am,” Celestia smirked as she reached upward from Luna’s hips to reach beneath her pajama shirt and massage her breasts, kissing her deeply between words, “Perhaps... I’m just eager... to be the proud new owner... of the hottest sex toy in Equestria.”

Celestia pulled her hands away for Luna once her pajamas were unbuttoned, allowing Luna to pull her top around and off her body, dropping it to the floor. Luna than massages Celestia’s bare breasts with one hand, tweaking at her nipple, as she lowered her head downward. She ran her tongue around Celestia’s other nipple, then began to lustfully nurse her. Luna’s free hand slide down Celestia’s belly, pulling the bottom of her pajamas loose, letting them drop to the floor.

Luna’s fingers pushed testingly at Celestia’s slit, finding it sopping wet already, Celestia was never dry. She licked slowly down Celestia’s belly, Celestia moaning softly and pushed Luna's cap off onto the floor, moving her hands across Luna’s head, one digging her fingers in as the other stroked off Luna’s horn, little sparks fluttering to the floor as she did so. Luna licked her way down to her sister’s slit, pushing her muzzle against it and slurping loudly. It was so drenched that the juice visibly drooled down Luna’s chin just upon touching their lips together. Luna began to lick deeply, lovingly, as her hands slid down Celestia’s legs, holding her bottom and slippers as Celestia stepped out of them.

Celestia moved the camera a bit with her magic, zooming it to make sure it got a close up view of Luna so eagerly licking her out. Luna might have intended just to get her sister ready, but now that her muzzle was full of her sister’s familiar taste, she couldn’t stop, reaching about to grasp Celestia’s plot tightly as she doubled her efforts, pushing firmly until her muzzle pushed inside, tight cunt lips sliding up her face until she was eye deep inside Celestia, thrusting her head and digging her tongue deeper.

Celestia didn’t take long to moan, arching her neck up and shivering as a mist of juice sprayed onto Luna’s face. Luna finally pulled away from her and stood up on somewhat wobbly legs, eyes drunk with her lusts for her sister and for her own death.

“Well I guess once this is released,” panted Celestia, “There won’t be any more doubts.”

Luna chuckled, “Come now, sister, every pony already knows we’re into each other.”

“Either way,” smiled Celestia, “Time for your pre-suicide strip tease, dear sister. Give us a good look at the hottest princess ever.”

Celestia gave Luna the focus of the cameras for a moment, leaning against a wall to watch and adjust the cameras as needed, idly massaging her own breasts, which were a bit leaky from the looks of it. Celestia's hands were soon damp with her own milk.

Luna strutted over to the stool, turning herself around once, rubbing at her breasts through her top, then turned around, flexing out her wings as she reached behind herself and unlatched each of the buttons, swaying her hips as she did so.

“Hmm, I think we should have some music to this section,” said Celestia, “Maybe an erotic remix of the national anthem, perhaps that one musician, Countess or RaRa or whatever she’s calling herself now, will do us a piano solo for that.”

“Applejack’s wife?” asked Luna, “Oh, she would be perfect, though I imagine she’s expensive. Maybe she’ll do it as a favor for some free publicity?”

“Oh I wouldn’t make her do it for nothing,” Celestia chuckled, “I’ll offer to magically assist so she can make a foal for Applejack. I doubt she’ll say no to that.”

“You should tell her that you have to fuck them both for it to work correctly,” smirked Luna.

“Naturally,” Celestia donned a mischievous grin. “Why pass up the chance to bang a rock star?”

Luna turned about again, this time massaging her bare breasts for the camera, then continued massaging one as her other hand slowly slid down and loosened her bottom. She stepped out of her cutsie slippers, then bent a leg up to slowly pull the pants leg from around it, spinning about before doing the same for the other. She leaned forward, plot towards the camera, and reached a hand back to spread her moon pie for a nice close up view, the pink inside her pussy creating a wonderful contrast with her purple labia. She licked her lips, then stood up again.

Celestia strutted back up to Luna once she was nude, moving close to press their breasts together as they kissed deeply one more time. They each mouthed ‘I love you’ into the kiss, then Celestia picked up the rope once again, tying it about Luna. Celestia appeared to be quite practiced with rope bondage, as well. She wrapped the rope so that it looped around her breasts, her shoulders, and crisscrossed across her belly while also holding her wings tightly into place.

“Not tying my arms too, dear sister?” asked Luna.

“Goodness no, I want you to be able to claw at the rope if you have second thoughts.” Celestia winked.

“Oh that is a nice touch,” agreed Luna. “I really do appreciate the amount of thought you’re putting into this, you've never held back your creativity when helping me.”

“I just can’t wait to watch you die,” purred Celestia as she finished the knots, “Isn’t it strange how this is so much hotter when doing someone you love?”

“Indeed it is,” chuckled Luna, then chrred, “This will be like with mother, though I barely remember it. This time you’ll have a video to remember it by forever.”

“Mmm, she was one hot red head,” purred Celestia. “Though I still think you turned out to be even hotter.”

Chrysalis certainly approved of that mentality. Who would have thought she’d share such an opinion with two of her arch nemeses?

Luna stood on the stool, showing only an instance of reluctance before taking the noose in both hands. It was the perfect length so that it should snap her back up just shy of her feet touching the floor. She pushed her head through the loop, taking a deep breath as she pulled it over her ears, then slid it down to her neck. Excitement course through her as she held the implement of her demise, finally pulling it snug around her neck. As she did so, Celestia stood behind her, lovingly lapping her tongue against Luna’s back. One hand slid between Luna’s legs, pushing her fingers inside, working about her tunnel, Luna’s liquid excitement drooling down her knuckles. Celestia moaned softly, masturbating herself with her free hand as she watched her sister get ready to die.

“Oh you are so wet, dear sister,” Celestia purred, “I’m very proud of you, I hope you know that.” Celestia's horn glowed, reshaping her body so that she’d have the bits to properly enjoy both her dying sister now and her dead sister later.

Celestia moaned as her flesh remolded itself slowly into a throbbing horse dick and heavy balls swinging beneath her. Sadly, it wasn’t nearly so agonizing as if Chrysalis had been the one to do it. Still, It was no matter; the fact that they were doing this on their own made up for the lack of pain. It was like quality of pain over quantity of pain.

“That means a lot to me, sister, thank you so much for respecting my wish to die and supporting me as you always have,” Luna smiled, reaching a hand to pat Celestia’s head, “I’m ready now. Remember no stopping, even if my suicide becomes your murder, I want you to savor my last moments, relish in my agony.”

“I swear by my love for you,” said Celestia, “I will ensure you suffer and die tonight. By morning you’ll be a cream filled corpse. I’ll even invite your personal guard to have a go at you.”

“Oh fuck yes, be sure to record every moment,” said Luna, taking quick, deep breaths in hopes that she would take longer to suffocate.

Celestia answered with a kick to the stool, sending it rolling across the floor, depriving Luna of her footing and letting gravity yank her down. Luna fell until she jerked at the end of the rope, body spasming at the suddenly tighter grip around her neck. Celestia moved the camera up and down to get a nice view of Luna’s body as it shivered delightfully where it hanged. Whether she wanted to die or not, her body still writhed delightfully as it continued swinging back and forth.

Celestia flapped her wings, plenty of room with the vaulted ceiling of the bedroom, and flew up behind Luna. She pressed close, moaning as Luna’s trembling in turn shivered through her own body, then spread Luna’s legs wide with her magic. Celestia’s throbbing shaft pushed upwards, smacking loudly against Luna’s belly and bottom several times as the flying made it difficult to target. Still she was determined to give Luna a proper farewell fucking.

Celestia moaned, able to feel Luna’s wetness drool down onto her cock even before it entered. When she finally hit the target, she gave her wings a powerful flap and impaled Luna onto her shaft, Luna’s fuck tunnel already convulsing around her sister’s fuck spire. She held Luna’s thick plot in both hands, flapping her wings to send herself pushing upwards as she pulled Luna down, knocking hard on the door to Luna’s womb until it gave and she felt herself fully inside, balls glistening with Luna’s fuck butter.

“Let’s not take this too fast,” purred Celestia, “I wouldn’t be a very supportive sister if I didn’t prolong your misery. Besides, I want to give you a goodbye plowing up both holes while you’re still alive.”

Celestia gave her wings a harder flap, pushing her and Luna upward enough that the rope loosened and Luna drew in a deep breath before slamming it back downward on the out thrust. Luna couldn’t keep herself from taking the breathes as they were available, Celestia repeatedly giving her a good gulp of air before pulling her back down to savor the sexy sound of her gagging.

“Who knew your face could get even more purple?” teased Celestia, then added with a groan, “Oh sister, you’re going to make me squirt harder than I ever have.”

Chrysalis had never seen something that was both this lethal and romantic simultaneously. She had both hands in her muzzle now, biting down hard on them, red tinted slobber drooling down her wrists. She was afraid to masturbate now because there was no way she could resist creaming herself if she did, but it was just so hot, not to mention having to keep herself from squealing in delight, and on top of that she was drunk with the fumes of their millennia old love for each other. It was maddening, far stronger than what she had received from Shining Armor before the wedding. Her whole body was shaking so violently that had the sisters looked in her direction, they would have probably seen the shimmer of her movement, her eyes staring almost cartoonishly large. She began to sincerely worry that she might burst from the overflow of emotional food, yet there was no way to look away.

But the sisters were far too distracted, not to mention the lewd sound of their bodies slamming together and the suction of Celestia’s cock invading her sister’s sopping wet snatch covered up Chrysalis’ squeaks of desperation.

Luna’s body was convulsing more violently than anything though, her hands stretched out stiffly, perhaps to try and make up for her inability to have a wing boner at the moment. With each breath that Celestia gave her, her expression grew just a bit more reluctant, until finally she moved her hands up to the rope, tugging at it even as Celestia yanked her down again, managing to squeak out the word , “Stop! No! I... changed... stop!”

Chrysalis wasn’t buying it. She was aware of every twitch of Luna’s emotions in her current state, and she knew that Luna was still fully into the situation, even more eager to die for her sister now than she was at the start. No doubt this was why Luna made Celestia swear not to stop; she had planned to put on a show of resistance in order to make her last moments hotter for her beloved sister. Even Celestia smirked, immediately picking up on this as well, but not about to say so out loud. She didn’t want to disappoint those that would be violently stroking or fingering themselves to her sister’s struggles later.

“Well dear sister,” panted Celestia, “I guess it was a good idea to not tie your hands.” She then leaned her head over and gently kissed her sister gently on the cheek, “Shhh, just let it happen my love.”

Celestia moved her hands up to squeeze Luna’s breasts as hard as she could, twisting them back and forth in opposite directions. She groaned, Luna’s show of reluctance seeming to drive her on, slamming her hips against Luna’s behind so hard that her whole body was bounced up and down. Celestia clung to her sister, savoring the feel of her sweat matted fur and the sudden increase in struggling, and blew her load so hard that Luna very nearly shot off of her cock, her belly swelling with the fill before it backwashed over Celestia’s shaft, coating her balls and Luna’s thighs in a thick layer of cum.

“Celestia please,” Luna begged as the forced moved her higher, “Changed mind, I love you sister please don’t murder me.” She then blurted rather randomly, “Banana?”

“Dear sweet sister,” Celestia chuckled, “I know that’s our safe word, but it’s going to sound pretty silly to our viewers.” Celestia pulled her close as she let her drop again, tightening the rope again and cutting off further pleading. “You know I love you too, Luna, and that’s why I’m going to enjoy ever twitch of your death throes as I snuff out your life. What kind of sister would I be if I went back on my word?”

Celestia yanked her cock out with a long slurp, letting the still erect member bounce wetly in front of her as she pulled Luna down and put her head over her shoulder to watch her expression as she gasped helplessly.

Luna’s horn finally lit up, the moon princess pulling herself up with her telekinesis, gasping once again for air. “Sister please no,” she gasped, tears streaking down her face now, choking on her sobs now, “I don’t want to die...”

Celestia groaned, rolling her eyes back and whispering “Thank you for this, love” in Luna’s ear where the camera wouldn’t hear, clearly getting off on Luna’s expert performance.

“Shhh, calm down love,” Celestia mmmed as she lapped her tongue up the side of Luna’s face to taste her tears, “Mmm, you know after all this time, I had never gotten to taste your tears.” She moved her head around to slowly lick up the other side of Luna’s face, savoring the flavor.

Luna’s hands grasped around the noose tightly, discolored from how hard she was gripping. Celestia didn’t stop Luna from holding herself up, instead pushing her shaft against Luna’s tail hole, using Luna’s juice as lube as she popped inside the quivering plot, slowly pushing deep, then working into a smooth motion in and out. She gradually put more pressure onto Luna to pull her down, finally stopping her wing flapping entirely, her wings stiffening into a wing boner as she literally hung all her weight on Luna, Luna’s horn growing more brightly to hold the weight.

“Come on Luna,” Celestia begged this time, “I swore I’d force this on you, and I will if I must, but you know I’d rather you enjoy yourself.” She reached up and licked Luna’s glowing horn, hands moving to massage firmly at her breasts again, “Come now, my love, you know I can short your horn out if I have to as weak as you are. Please, let it happen for your sister that loves you.”

Luna gulped, her horn flickering as Celestia continued to roll her hips, pushing her shaft in and out of Luna’s rear, smacking her belly against her so hard that her balls swung up with each thrust to smack her cum drooling pussy.

“I want to fuck your ass violently as you swing,” purred Celestia, “I want to cream in you as you die, then eat out your corpse as it pisses itself. I’ll make love to your dead body all night, then in the morning I’ll have your personal guard corpse bang you to say goodbye. Don’t you want that to happen?” Celestia made a bit of a pouty face.

“I... maybe?” Luna panted, one hand moving down from the noose, pushing fingers into her well fucked pussy as if not entirely realizing she was doing it.

“We’ll have a royal funeral,” promised Celestia, continuing to push in and out, “But instead of burial, I’ll make a memorial, I’ll fuck your corpse atop it right in front of the guests, then take you back to my room to pleasure me or anyone else I deem worthy.”

“Oh fuck yes,” Luna panted, “I really want that. Oh I love you so much!”

“And I love you, and will for all eternity,” said Celestia, “Now come dear sister, let this happen. Beg me to snuff you out and to use your corpse.”

“Yes,” panted Luna, rolling her eyes back again, her face softening with desire as she moved her second hand down, enthusiastically fingering herself with both hands now. “Savor each moment as you snuff out my life, then have my corpse defiled in every way imaginable!”

“Now let go, my adored sister,” Celestia licked at Luna’s horn once more, “And die.”

Luna moaned once more, her horn flickering back off as she did so. The last part of her moan was cut off abruptly as her bruised throat was squeezed once again, though her mouth remained open, saliva drooling down her chin. They fell together until the rope stretched tight again, then swung to and fro from the force of Celestia’s thrusting.

Celestia moved one camera to close up on Luna’s royal cunt and anus, another to focus on the pleasure on her face. Luna’s body tightened up as she creamed herself hard, the spray going far enough to splatter the camera, drops of her fuck honey drooling over the lens. Celestia groaned soon after, giving several more hard thrusts before groaning, arching her back, still holding Luna by her breasts, swinging like a filly on a swingset for a moment as she overflowed Luna’s behind with her cream, splattering even more goo to drool over the camera lens.

Celestia turned Luna’s face, giving her one last deep kiss, Luna’s tongue flicking once against Celestia’s before going limp, showing that the kiss was the last thing she experienced. Luna’s body convulsed, nerves firing randomly as her body began to shut down, and Celestia wasted no time lest she miss the opportunity. She released herself from her sister’s corpse, letting it swing free as she landed on the floor, then quickly moved herself around to Luna’s front side, grasping the ass cheeks of her sister’s fresh corpse, and pushing her muzzle against her drooling pussy to lap deeply.

She got what she wanted soon after, Luna’s urine filling up her mouth. Celestia pulled her face back, gargling the mouthful of piss as she allowed more to flow over her face and run down her front, moving her hands to rub it against her sweaty breasts.

She waited a few seconds after Luna was done, then finally stood up, a blast from her horn searing into the rope where it was tied to the ceiling. Luna’s body fell limply, rope still around her neck. Celestia dragged Luna’s corpse across the floor towards the bed, making sure the cameras followed her as she did, and tugged the wet body up onto the soft sheets. Turning onto her side facing Luna, she kissed her deeply once again, Luna’s face remaining still with her last expression of orgasmic bliss.

That was it. Chrysalis could not stand by with such ridiculously hot behavior occurring without her. She didn’t even think what she was doing as she dropped her cloak, staggering towards the bed like a drunk hobo chasing a sandwich. Celestia blinked, actually feeling the intense wave of energy behind her as Chrysalis approached, her power jolting into Celestia’s head uncontrollably.

Without so much as a word, Chrysalis flopped onto the bed, crawling over Celestia and Luna, then pulled herself up against the other side of Luna’s corpse, breasts pressing against the damp flesh and cock throbbing uncontrollably against her behind. Celestia and Chrysalis pushed into Luna’s body from opposite sides, each popping inside with more delicious noises, Celestia pushing into her cunt as Chrysalis pushed into her freshly creamed in asshole.

“I... hi?” Celestia panted, though the realization that the queen of the changelings was ganging up on her sister’s body with her didn’t stop her from thrusting madly, pushing Luna’s hips back against Chrysalis with each thrust.

Chrysalis pushed back to bounce Luna’s limp body back and forth in a game of pelvis ping pong, taking a few moments to come to her senses enough to realize Celestia had spoken. She groaned, “Oh hi... I... sorry to burst in on you like this.” She clenched her hands around Luna to grasp her still warm breasts. “Oh how to summarize... Cadence fed Flurry into my cock, then jumped in after her, I then came them all over Shining and Twilight, turned Shining into a princess before Twilight helped me roast him, then watched Twilight dismember herself before I chopped her head off... that about covers it.”

“So um,” Celestia panted, not even hesitating in her thrusting, apparently every bit as effective against Chrysalis’s power as she had been before, “That means...”

“Yes, that you’re the only princess left alive and I’m going to kill you,” Chrysalis confirmed. “It’s my OCD, you see, I can’t stop until I make a matched set.”

“Oh well... as long as we have an understanding,” panted Celestia, “You... said that you chopped up Twilight?”

“Yes,” Chrysalis’s chest heaved as she hyperventilated between trying to speak, “Did you want to fuck your old student’s head?”

“Mmm, but I already fuck it frequently,” commented Celestia, not quite capable of taking things seriously even if she was being rapidly corrupted.

Chrysalis smirked, “It’s more interesting when it’s detached. I’ll show you.”

Chrysalis yanked her shaft out of Luna’s behind, rolling over onto her back and allowing it to flop against her belly. Her horn glowed, grasping though the predefined link and teleporting Twilight’s severed head into her hands. Twilight’s eyes were glazed, head now cold to the touch, but her expression was every bit as orgasmic as Luna’s was, even if for less honest reasons. Chrysalis had even given it a bit of a once over to patch up her fur to make her pretty for her former mentor.

“Say hi, dear,” Chrysalis said, holding Twilight’s head to face Celestia and moving her jaw as she perfectly mimicked her voice, “Hello Princess, I’m afraid I came down with a case of the murdered, I hope that doesn’t affect our close relationship.”

“Mmm, never,” Celestia said, as if in her addled state she actually believed Twilight to be speaking. She rolled Luna onto her back as she continued to passionately roll her hips to penetrate her cooling body, leaning over to kiss Twilight passionately. “I’m just glad you and our family died so happily.”

“I’m so happy,” said Twilight’s head, “I learned a valuable lesson today too. I learned what a ‘reverse blowjob’ is. I’ll show you!”

Celestia deepened her kisses with Twilight, and Chrysalis moved the still barely damp corpse tongue to play with Celestia’s. She then kneeled behind the head, and pushed her shaft against her throat from the neck end. She stiffening flesh clenched tightly around her as she pushed right through, her cock pushing from Twilight’s throat and out her muzzle.

Celestia batted her tongue against Chrysalis’ tip, tilting her head to kiss more deeply, wrapping her tongue around the warm meat in Twilight’s cold snout. Chrysalis’ face once again adopted a sadistic glare as she began to thrust herself slowly in and out, sliding through Twilight’s as Celestia suckled at her tip and made out with her dead protégée simultaneously.

“Oh this is just going so much better than I could have hoped.” moaned Chrysalis, “Here I am with the only remaining princesses sucking my cock as she anticipates my victory with me. You know what? After seeing you and Luna in such a loving display, I’m not even angry at you anymore. I actually respect you.” She smirked, “Of course, I still have to murder you. My coronation would be very awkward if there was already a living princess lurking around.”

“I understand,” said Celestia between slurps at her tip and Twilight’s tongue, “There’s no point in resisting now. Besides, this video will make even more money if I die a horrible death too.”

“Exactly!” smiled Chrysalis, “I’ll even make sure that your favorite rock star makes music for it and fuck her on your behalf. Of course I’ll have to kill her after her song, maybe even during! I’m sure you understand.”

Celestia nodded, though her lips were too busy in their passionate embrace to verbally answer again. Celestia was gradually speeding up her thrusting into Luna, the slap of living against dead flesh filling the room, her hands fondling her sister’s form, belly, breasts, and face, her movements as loving now as they had been when she was alive. The passion of her incestuous necrophilia was matched by that of her making out with Twilight, Chrysalis pulling on Celestia’s mane with one hand and stroking her horn with the other, letting Twilight’s head remain pinned between them.

Celestia finally moaned as she blew yet another load into her now unfeeling beloved, her cum coating the inside of Luna’s womb now the only warmth inside of her, continuing to thrust to pack it in. Her moan sent shivers through Chrysalis’ shaft, and she tugged Celestia’s head firmly against her and Twilight’s head, blowing her own load, which splattered to drool from the top of Twilight’s mouth, and more into Celestia’s mouth, where the only living princess rolled it around with her tongue, spreading it over her gums before swallowing.

“Mmm, now pull out of your dead sister,” Chrysalis purred, “You’re my crowning achievement, and I want to have you collared and branded with my mark as you die.”

“Seems reasonable to me,” said Celestia, giving Chrysalis’s cock tip one more lap before pulling away, allowing Twilight’s head to plop off of the still firm erection. Celestia picked it up again, briefly snuggled it like a plush, then placed Twilight’s head neatly beside Luna’s, giggling at how similar their expressions were. “We taught her well.”

“Indeed,” Chrysalis agreed.

Chrysalis’ horn glowing as a collar snapped into existence next to her. was covered in quills, on both sides, and had a dog tag hanging on the front with her symbol on it, a black, jagged horn like her own with changeling wings spreading out from it, set against a deep red heart shape dripping blood. Celestia stretched out her neck for Chrysalis, who pulled the collar tightly around her neck until it was literally embedded into her skin with the quills. It seemed to be designed so it would embed in the victim’s neck over time, not that it could do so with Celestia as her flesh wasn’t going to be growing or healing any more after today.

“Stand up, Sun Butt,” Chrysalis ordered her, “Bow to me with your head on the floor and that lovely sun of yours in the air. Beg for the privilege of having your life ended by me while I brand you.”

Celestia did as she was told, giving Luna and Twilight one more brief kiss each before sliding off the bed, turning about, and kneeling down. She fell to all fours, forehead touching the floor, with her legs straight so that that meaty princess plot was high. She seemed to get the idea well, even undoing her futafied shaft as she waggled her once again purely female rump in the air.

“Oh yes, brand me as yours,” said Celestia, drooling onto the floor at her head end, and drooling into another puddle on the floor from her sopping wet snatch, “And with it my whole kingdom. Please grant me the privilege of falling to your glorious vengeance, of dying in agony for my new mistress.”

A branding iron popped into existence next to Chrysalis, shaped with the same symbol as Celestia’s collar, even embedded with dye so that the colors would transfer over onto the charred flesh. It was heated up within second, steel growing red hot, as Chrysalis brought it over to one side.

For a moment she allowed it to linger inches from Celestia’s flank, lined up perfectly with her cutie mark, as if teasing her. Celestia was eager, and even leaned her hips towards it. Chrysalis grinned at the eagerness and pressed the steel against her flesh, the smell of burning skin and fur filling the room, steam rolling off her as the metal imprinted her flank. Her cutie mark was covered by Chrysalis’ symbol, blood drooling down her flank from the charred wounds much like in the symbol itself.

Celestia moaned as the pain shot through her, leaning into the burning metal, rump even following it a bit as it was pulled away, bits of charred flesh sticking to it and tearing off. Chrysalis moved it to the other side, the brand glowing brightly once again, and seared a matching emblem into Celestia’s other thigh, pressing harder and longer this time to make sure the colors took. She had to peel it back more carefully after as more flesh was sticking against it.

As she burned into the other flank, Chrysalis moved herself to the first, caressing Celestia's ample posterior with both hands, and moving her head to the still hot flesh. She ran her tongue up across the charred flesh, then slid her hands into slowly massage the new cutie mark, as if trying to push the pain deeper into Celestia in the process. She repeatedly ran her tongue over the flesh, tasting more cooked flesh.

“You taste even better well done thatn Shining did... but now,” Chrysalis sounded giddy as she adjusted the cameras, “I’m going to humiliate you so that all your precious subjects can see as they worship their new queen. I had a matching one for your ‘beloved’ sister, but you took care of her in a sufficiently shameful fashion on your own it would seem. Impressive acting skills, by the way.”

Chrysalis’ horn glowed for several long moments before there was a giant flash, a guillotine flashing into existence with a sharp snap and a burst of wind as the air was displaced. It wasn’t just that however. It also had a milking machine on one side, with attachments for both breasts. It appeared to made so that the canister of milk filling up would then trigger the blade to come down on her.

"I came up with it in a bit of a hurry," smiled Chrysalis as she looked over the contraption, "I hope it's sufficient, I didn't want to make you wait any longer for your demise, or have time to increase security when you found out that I had butchered the other princesses."

“Oh I love it,” said Celestia with excitement, “This is going to be SUCH an undignified way to die. I'm so glad you didn't wait, it would have been a shame if I had been able to find a way to counter you, then I wouldn't have gotten what I deserved.”

“Indeed,” grinned Chrysalis, “Thousands of years of existence ending with you getting milked and decapitated while a crazed sex monster violently rapes you. I may not be angry at you anymore, but you still deserve this after what you did. Well... tried to do, even if you were too incompetent to best me, it’s the thought, and the fact that your subjects still somehow adore you after your repeated failures at protecting them alone, that counts.”

“I have become a bit incompetent in my old age I think, maybe they feel sorry for me,” said Celestia, “I was planning on Twilight making a snuff video with me after I enjoyed Luna at her funeral, then taking my place, but you took care of her hot little plot, and everyone else that I might have enjoyed being snuffed out by, save for you, so you may as well be next in line.“

Celestia moved to her hands and knees willingly, crawling to the guillotine as it silently beckoned to her. She placed her neck against the groove shaped out for her head, then carefully adjusted herself so that the blade would strike about an inch below her collar and leave it attached to her head. She balanced on one hand as she reached the other upward to take hold of the lunette, tugging it downward to complete the hole where her head now protruded. She made sure it was locked down, not that she planned on trying to escape, and purred a bit in approval as she felt it perfectly snug about her neck, as if it had been sized with her in mind.

Chrysalis took a moment to sit atop Celestia's rump, straddling her and facing forward, then reaching around to enjoy the plush orbs. She licked at Celestia's upper back, not quite willing to put her own head through the guillotine in order to lick her head. She squeezed Celestia's breasts though, enjoying one then the other. Celestia was more endowed in this area than anyone Chrysalis had murdered since her little royal killing spree started, Chrysalis' hands tiny compared to the hunks of meat. Not only that, but they were very much lactating, her palms quickly wet with milk drooling free as she squeezed.

"So very milky," commented Chrysalis as she continued to squeeze.

"Mmmm, yes," Celestia shivered, "I enjoy letting my students nurse me, it's practically a requirement to study under me."

"Under you indeed," said Chrysalis.

Chrysalis continued to massage one breast as she moved one of the breasts attachments beneath her with the other. Celestia eagerly assisted with this as well. She pulled up the first one, barely able to fit it around her generously sized breast, elastic ends snapping at the base and feeling like it was going to cut off circulation to her breast. Chrysalis then did the same with the other, slowly clasping it around the milky ball. She then squeezed the orbs through the material now covering her, wiggling them back and forth as if making sure they would stay on.

Having her breasts squeezed into containers that felt like they were made for someone with half of her endowments wasn't just a little painful, and Celestia ate it up. Even when Chrysalis hopped off of her, Celestia moved both her hands to her own breasts, leaving herself propped up by her head in the death machine, and continued to twist them back and forth as if attempting to pry them loose.

“I’m not just taking your place, by the way,” said Chrysalis as she pulled herself off, “I’m starting a new era, ending the years of peace your peasants have enjoyed and ruling over them properly. My subjects will be so miserable that they will beg to be locked inside feeding pods so that they can enjoy a happy hallucination rather than the horrors of their real existence.”

Chrysalis switched the machine on, which buzzed to life, the implements squeezing Celestia’s breasts firmly, one and then the other, pressing up against her chest and twisting her fleshy orbs even as she did. It was slow going even with how ridiculously lactatious Celestia's orbs were, since the canister was a bit large, but sure enough a steady trickle of tit juice drained into the canister, the hour glass that would decide when she died.

Chrysalis’s cock finally needed a break, though she couldn't help playing with that ample posterior anyway. Chrysalis massaged at Ceelstia's butt, claws extended to leave drooling red marks up and down her ass cheeks. She pushed her muzzle between them, first pushing it against Celestia's twat, though hardly to pleasure it. She took Celestia's labia and pulled it as far as she could before it snapped back like a rubber band. She then opened wide, forcing just the top half of her muzzle with her tongue into the gooey hole, her upper teeth dragging across the sensitive inner flesh in the process, even as Chrysalis's tongue managed to go deep enough to lick at her cervix.

Chrysalis' hands slowly moved around to massage at Celestia's slave marks as she pulled her muzzle free with a plop and pushed against Celestia's asshole as well. Using the goo from her slut hole, Chrysalis managed to pry open Celestia's ass fairly easily as well, sliding herself in, twisting her head one way as far as she could and then the other to leave a curved line of teeth marks digging into Celestia's flesh. When she held her head still, Celestia groaned and pushed her own hips back and forward as much as she can, wanting to drag the teeth further.

"Oh don't settle for that," Chrysalis said as she pulled her muzzle back, popping out and then licking her lips, "I have some toys for you to play with that are far more damaging."

"Yes," Celestia groaned, "Rape my cunt and ass until they're just one gaping hole at the end of my dead plot."

Chrysalis retrieved a pair of nasty looking dildos, one coated with spikes like a club, said spikes slanted randomly forward or back so that it would tear at her flesh more effectively whether it was coming or going. The other had a flatter surface, but it was anything but smooth, the surface covered with sandpaper. It was also filled with salt, designed to leak through little holes in the surface to sting at the torn flesh.

Celestia spread her legs out as far as she could, raising her tail and pushing back eagerly as the pain toys moved closer. Chrysalis rammed the bladed club into Celestia’s ass, the serrated surface immediately tearing out her anal ring, but she’d hardly need that anymore. As that one began long heavy thrusts, the other pressed against her pussy, long enough to dig through her cervix and push at the back of her womb. She began to rapidly pull it in and out, grinding the sensitive inner flesh bloody, eating away at her labia and cervix until they hung open, now just a gaping wound between her thighs.

Celestia squealed delightfully, “Yes! It hurts so much, savor my agony mistress, tell me how you will rule your new kingdom so I can suffer more from the knowledge.”

“Well,” Chrysalis smirked, “We have the feeding pods, then we have egg sacks. We’ll implant ponies with eggs and wrap them into slime incubators. I imagine most ponies will survive at least two batches, though having changelings dig their way out of your orifices, and often making a few new openings, tends to take a toll on a pony's body.”

Chrysalis trailed off, moving her hands over Celestia's bottom once more, feeling her body shiver at the river of pain flowing up from her behind. She pulled closer to the hip that had endured the second of the brandings, biting a bit of loose flesh in her teeth, pulling it slowly loose, and slathering the area with saliva as she licked it. She swallowed it down, then continued to lap circles about the new slave mark, her long tongue whipping about in a spiral as she tasted the entirety of the open wound.

As she enjoyed the taste, she moved one hand back to Celestia's rump, sliding it appreciatively along her bottom before squeezing her butt, feeling how the sweat and other fluids slid across the wet surface, grasping handfuls of flesh and squeezing, moving from one ass cheek to the other as she did so.

Celestia seemed to grow more excited as she listened, moans growing more frequent, hips pushing back even faster despite the blood drooling down her thighs and swirling red with the puddle of cunt juice that was there already. The bladed dildo tore up her intestines, slowly ripping them into shreds, and soon it was just pushing directly into her gut, grinding up the rolls of intestinal track as it pushed between them. The one in her pussy ground through her walls more slowly, twisted around and grinding salt into the wounds even as it wore the flesh still thinner. As her fuck tunnel began to tear apart, Chrysalis yanked Celestia’s womb back, stretching it and wrapping it about the dildo like a condom, then began grinding at her womb flesh instead.

“Of course not everyone can be in feeding pods or incubators,” continued Chrysalis, “We’ll set up breeding farms, keeping the ponies that seem most fertile and transferring any that disappoint to another purpose. I imagine there will be plenty of stallions that will take to their jobs quite enthusiastically on their own, and maybe even a few mares slutty enough to do so, but we’ll keep their weak little minds corrupted so that they will enjoy their slavery.”

Celestia’s breasts seemed to give more milk the more aroused she became, and the filling of the canister slowly increased, Celestia looking up at the blade as she moaned as if she was mentally torn. She wanted her own suffering to last longer, but also wanted that blade to come down and snap off her royal head so that her kingdom could be plunged into darkness.

“Other ponies may be allowed to live on their own,” said Chrysalis, “and once we’ve bred ponies suitable to each task, we may not even need to take any more from the main populace. I will still have them bring a pony each week to be sacrificed to my cock at the Changeling Temple I will build after my coronation. I’ll fuck the three still fuckable princess corpses I’ll have, including yours, at my coronation, then I will preserve them as exhibits in my temple where anyone will be allowed to use them. Maybe I’ll even take Twilight’s torso and add orifices on each limb stump and her neck.”

Celestia groaned again, her pussy, or what was left of it, clenching tightly, though most of what it splattered during her orgasmic bliss was blood. She shook the contraption with her ecstatic squirming so much that she almost set it off early, though it was very close already, her milk sloshing about and licking at the pressure switch.

“But your special ponies won’t be allowed to live under my rule,” panted Chrysalis stroking herself once again even as her magic thrust the dildos. “All of your ‘element bearers’ will die gruesome deaths, as will their entire families. Just being related to a former princess or hero will be punishable by execution.”

“Oh yes,” panted Celestia, body shaking violently, barely even able to keep herself up on all fours now, her bottom collapsing, “Corrupt and murder them all! Just imagining how they’ll die makes me---“

There was a metallic click, and the blade fell. The razor charge edge took off Celestia’s head at the exact point it was intended, the head dropping onto the floor and blood briefly squirting out of her torso’s neck like a hose. Chrysalis released the dildos, making sure she was drenched in the blood of her predecessor.

After the blood trickled to a stop, Chrysalis groaned one more time, cumming a hot load onto Celestia’s face, drooling over her expression, a perfect match for that of the others. After coming down off her high a bit, Chrysalis relaxed her gut and turned around, allowing a stream of piss from her pussy, splattering against Celestia’s head and pooling in her still throat.

“All dead,” panted Chrysalis aloud, “Every last one.”

Chrysalis detached Celestia’s body from the machine, her breasts expanding rather violently as they were pulled free of their tight prison. Chrysalis dragged Celestia up onto the bed with the others, flopping her next to Luna. At that point she cursed herself for forgetting to rip off their horns while they were alive, but tore them off all the same, arranging them on the dresser next to the bed like some work of art. She put Celestia’s head on the pillow above her corpse, then crawled onto the bed herself. She snuggled down between Luna and Celestia’s bodies, then placed Twilight’s head against her still semi-hard shaft. She snuggled up with them for a nice sleep before she started her reign of terror.