Author's Note
Last chance to turn back.
1. Lyra's Punishment
Lyra was whistling as she trot up the path to her house. She had been in a good mood ever since Vinyl and Octavia had agreed to having regular three ways with her. As much as she loved Bon Bon, her roommate and lover didn’t have nearly enough of a libido to sate Lyra’s appetite.
She opened the door and walked inside. Bon Bon was in the kitchen, like she always was, cooking a variety of chocolate treats. Between the income of the candy and Lyra’s occasional concerts, the two could afford the rent.
“Hey, Bonnie, how’s it going?” Lyra asked.
“Oh, it’s great. I just got back from taking a walk and baked up some treats,” she answered.
“Cool, well I’m gonna go up to my room for a bit.”
“Wait,” Bon Bon said, “Won’t you try some of these bonbons?”
Lyra walked over and saw the small chocolate treats. They were drizzled in white chocolate that had been colored mint green. “Wow, those look good.” Lyra levitated a couple into her mouth. “Mmm, yeah these are amazing. What’d you put in them?”
Bon Bon smiled. “Oh, just some extra sugar. I know how much you like getting some extra sugar with Vinyl and Octavia.”
Lyra’s mouth was agape as Bon Bon continued cooking her candy without even turning to face her. “I—you—I can explain!”
“There’s no need, I forgive you for sneaking out to have sex with two strangers while leaving me here by myself for the past six months.”
“But I—wait, what? You forg—”
Lyra was cut off as Bon Bon lifted a frying pan off the counter and spun around. She hit Lyra in the jaw with the metal pan, knocking her to the ground in one swift motion. Lyra lay on the ground dazed and brought a hoof up to rub her jaw. Her ears were ringing and she was about to mutter something to Bon Bon.
The frying pan came down again, this time on her horn. There was a loud crack as it split open and Lyra screamed in agony. She felt the pan come down again on her head, then on her muzzle again, before mercifully passing out from the pain.
Lyra awoke in a world of pain. She didn’t want to move, at least not at first. Her head felt like it had been cleaved in two and was throbbing in pain. Her jaw was sore and a sharp pain shot through it when she tried to move it. There was a dry, coppery taste in her throat from the blood.
She tried to curl up into a ball and cry, but her disobedient limbs refused to move. Lyra opened her eyes to see what the problem was. Her right eye felt like it had been stabbed and her vision was blurry. After a couple minutes she managed to realize she was in the basement of her house.
After a couple more minutes she figured out what had happened. There was a rope tied tightly in her mouth, accounting for the jaw pain and dry throat. Her legs had been tied tightly to a wooden table. Bon Bon must have left her here after knocking her out. Lyra’s attempt to summon her magic and escape was rewarded by the immense pain that felt like a sledgehammer cracking her skull open.
Lyra blacked out again from the pain.
Lyra heard a voice speaking to her. “Blaar geer blargh?”
She shook her head and tried to understand the words, then opened her eyes, only to close them again as a bright light was aimed into them. The ringing in her ears was fading as her roommate spoke again.
“Feeling better, Lyra?” Bon Bon asked.
“Mmph?!” Lyra wiggled her head around trying to get the rope out of her mouth.
“Let me get that.”
Lyra licked her lips as the rope gag was removed. Her throat was so dry it was very difficult to swallow. She opened and closed her mouth wordlessly.
“Oh, do you want a drink?” Bon Bon asked. Before Lyra could nod her head, Bon Bon had poured a large glass of water into her mouth. She began to choke on it swallowing as much water as she inhaled.
“There, Lyra, now that you had a drink we can have a little talk about how you’re cheating on me, and how you’re never leaving this basement.”
“P-please—” Lyra coughed and struggled to stop choking long enough to speak. “S-sorry, why?”
“Why? WHY?! You filthy fucking slut, you cheated on me!”
Lyra heard something metallic and struggled to turn her head to see what it was. A second later, a bucket of boiling hot water was thrown onto her chest. Lyra screamed and thrashed against the ropes tying her down as her chest and stomach were instantly burnt by the boiling hot water.
After a few minutes of thrashing and weeping, Lyra settled down. Her chest and stomach still felt like they were on fire. Thick scar tissue and blisters were forming on her now hairless chest. She finally stopped moving, as it only made the pain worse.
Bon Bon walked up to the table and leaned into Lyra’s view. “So, do you still want to ask me why I’m doing this?”
Lyra bit her lip and shook her head. She was crying as she struggled to process what would make her marefriend snap like this.
“Good, because I have much more planned for you. For starters, you’re never going to get fucked again,” Bon Bon explained.
“I won’t! I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have slept around!” Lyra pleaded.
“Well, it’s a little late for that now, isn’t it? Why don’t I see if this can satisfy you sexually?”
Bon Bon waved a baseball bat around in front of Lyra. It had several nails driven into it until they all stood out a centimeter from the surface of the bat.
Lyra whimpered at the sight, and Bon Bon removed it from her vision. She stretched her neck to see what Bon Bon was doing. She was covering the bat in some liquid, and then trotted over to Lyra. Bon Bon pressed it up against Lyra’s marehood and grinned.
“Please, no!” Lyra begged.
Bon Bon slid the slightly lubricated bat past her labia. The nails tore at her sensitive flesh as she pushed the large bat in. Lyra began to scream and thrash, only causing more of her labia to be torn off. The bat slowly worked its way inside, tearing the skin of her muscular vagina as it entered.
Lyra’s body convulsed and tightened the muscles on the baseball bat. The nails shredded the soft walls of her pussy as the bat slid all the way in, until finally hitting her cervix. Bon Bon left the bat lodged inside her as she walked off and fidgeted with a toolbox.
Lyra was crying and couldn’t even manage to speak at this point. The pain was too great for her to do anything more than lie there and weep.
Bon Bon returned and tied something around Lyra’s leg. It was very tight, and she was about to complain. Then, the tourniquet was tightened even more until it was painfully biting into her leg.
“You’d be amazed what you can learn from a couple library books. This tourniquet will keep you from bleeding out while I have some fun,” Bon Bon explained.
“P-please! I’m s-so sorry, p-please stop, I l-love you,” Lyra said.
“Liar!” Bon Bon screamed. She brought a hoof down on Lyra’s throat, causing the mare to choke and leaving her stunned and unable to speak.
Lyra turned her head to watch. Bon Bon pulled out a pair of heavy duty nail clippers. She took Lyra’s hoof and began to crack it in half, then into quarters. Soon, Bon Bon had shattered Lyra’s hoof.
The pain to this point hadn’t been bad, especially compared to what was next. Bon Bon took pliers and tore out the first piece of her nail. Lyra’s screaming only seemed to make Bon Bon’s smile wider. Piece by piece she ripped out every fragment of Lyra’s hoof until only the tender flesh remained.
“You always talked about those fucking humans and having hands. Well, I found something interesting in an anatomy book.”
Lyra was about to ask what she had found when she felt a knife slice her lower leg open. “Stop! Please!”
Bon Bon hummed to herself as she sliced all the muscle and tissue away from Lyra’s bones. Once she was satisfied, she spread out the vestigial bones of Lyra’s leg. “You see here, Lyra?”
Lyra turned to look and immediately felt herself blacking out in horror. Her leg had been flayed and there were four tiny bones surrounding one large one. She recalled that ponies had evolved from something that had hands, and they supported their weight on what was essentially a very large middle finger and nail.
“You’ve had hands all along!” Bon Bon chuckled. She began to snap the bones off and toss them onto the floor.
This time when Lyra was blacking out, she felt something stab her in the flank.
“Don’t leave me now, we’re just getting started!” Bon Bon exclaimed. She tossed aside an epi pen she had used to ensure Lyra didn’t go into shock and pass out.
Bon Bon got out a hack saw and began cutting Lyra’s right foreleg off just below her knee. Lyra screamed and thrashed, causing her hacksaw to cut deeply into the flesh above the knee.
“Stop that, Lyra! You’ll mess up the amputation!”
Lyra screamed again and tried to fire up her horn. Sparks flew everywhere as her body was racked with pain. Bon Bon put a leg over Lyra’s throat and pinned her head down as she continued her sawing.
“There, all done,” Bon Bon exclaimed. She got out a sewing kit and began to sew up Lyra’s leg. “Now, they’re not as good as real sutures, but I think I’ve been sewing long enough to close up your leg.”
Lyra realized she could taste blood, and that she had bitten deeply into her lip to stifle her pain. She looked over to see a stump where her right forehoof had been. It was now half as long, and there was a row of stitches sealing the flesh over the knub of her knee.
“Perfect, don’t you think?” Bon Bon wrapped some guaze around the stump and then released the tourniquet. A wave of fresh blood and pain flowed down into Lyra’s limb, causing her to yell in agony. “Now, while that stump heals up you won’t be able to walk on it or get it wet.” Bon Bon laughed and walked around to pull out some more tools.
Lyra struggled to swallow and speak. “S-sorry, why? Stop p-please!”
Bon Bon cackled. “No, I don’t think you’re even close to sorry yet, bitch.” She grabbed the baseball bat and tore it out of Lyra’s pussy. The mare blacked out from the pain and this time there was nothing Bon Bon could do to keep her awake.
As Lyra woke up she felt her jaw was in immense pain. There were several large metal tools inside it, and she couldn’t move her head. Once her eyes were open she saw Bon Bon hunched over her, manipulating a tool she had stuck down Lyra’s throat.
“Hold still, bitch,” Bon Bon said.
Lyra didn’t have much choice as she began to gag on the tools in her throat and wiggle. Bon Bon put more pressure on her head to hold her still.
“Got it!” Bon Bon exclaimed. She began pulling the tools out of Lyra’s mouth one by one. “That was a lot harder than the book made it sound.”
Once Lyra’s throat was finally free of the many metal tools, she tried to speak. There was a hollow rasping sound and she couldn’t find her voice. She coughed in pain and made a few grunts.
“Oh, I’ve severed your vocal chords. You remember the teddy bear you got me?” Bon Bon lifted up a teddy bear she had shredded with a knife. She pulled out the small electronic box that had been inside the bear and pushed a button on it. “I love you, Bonnie!” the bear said in Lyra’s voice. “From now on, that’s the only thing you’ll be able to say.”
Lyra made several indecipherable noises as Bon Bon fastened a collar around her neck with the voice box on it. Bon Bon pushed the button once she was done. “I love you, Bonnie!”
Bon Bon walked down between Lyra’s legs. “Now, we have much more work to do but I didn’t want you to miss the best part. Go ahead and take a look.”
Lyra tried to lift her head and look at what Bon Bon had in store. Her sore throat and aching jaw protested, and her split horn throbbed. She slumped back down having not made it far enough to see what Bon Bon had in store.
“Oh, I suppose you might not want to look anyway. Well, I don’t want to ruin the surprise.”
Bon Bon lifted something up and hovered it near Lyra’s clitoris. Lyra squirmed as she felt the heat radiating off the object.
“This practice was outlawed in Saddle Arabia decades ago. Impressive, isn’t it, that a society could be this brutal and get away with it for so long? Even after Nightmare Moon, they continued using hot metal to punish prostitutes by searing their pussies shut.”
Lyra felt the hot blade pushed against her clitoris. The burning pain was immediately too much. She screamed, and a hollow whistling came out of her throat along with some clumps of drying blood. The more she thrashed, the worse the pain from her burns along her abdomen got. They barely distracted her from the pain of her sizzling marehood.
The sensation of burning faded quickly as the nerves in her clitoris were utterly destroyed. Lyra felt some gauze being pulled out of her vagina, and realized she’d never feel anything pleasurable again. The baseball bat had shredded the inside, and the red hot blade was destroying the outside of her pussy.
“Now that the bleeding has stopped, I need to sew your labia together. You might want to hold still for this, unless you really want the extra pain.” Bon Bon laughed loudly as she lifted the red hot knife up off the small grill she was using to heat it.
Lyra closed her eyes and bit her lips, accepting her fate. She couldn’t escape and she just wanted it to be over so she could die already. Lyra pulled tightly against the ropes tying her to the table and tensed up as the searing hot blade touched her labia.
No amount of preparation could have made her ready for this pain. Bon Bon held the blade against her labia, and Lyra had tightened up her plot. The lips of the labia were pushed together against the searing hot blade as all the nerves and tissue were burned.
Bon Bon pulled the blade out, not wanting to completely kill the tissue. Before Lyra could ponder what was going on, she felt a sharp pin prick in the labia. Bon Bon pulled a needle and thread through, and pierced the opposite side of the labia.
Lyra flinched slightly as each stitch went through. Her labia was slowly sewed together into a permanent embrace. After a couple minutes, Bon Bon got up and carried a mirror over.
“Take a look at what a wonderful job I did,” Bon Bon said.
Lyra lifted her head and looked into the mirror. What had once been her clitoris was scarred black. Her pussy was hidden behind her labia. There was a row of twenty neat stitches, permanently sealing her marehood closed. In a macabre way, Lyra found herself admiring how tightly and neatly shut her pussy was. In another life, she might have been turned on if this were a sex game. However, she wept as she realized this was far from kinky.
“You see, I burned them slightly to cause your body to heal the labia. As it heals, it will literally grow shut. The burnt flesh will grow together and the stitches will come out. You will have a solid piece of thick scar tissue forever covering your pussy. And with your clitoris burnt off, no amount of masturbating or sex toys will ever bring you to climax again,” Bon Bon explained.
Lyra went limp on the table while crying in defeat. She wanted to wake up from this nightmare more than anything. The last thing she felt was Bon Bon beginning to file her horn off. The exposed nerve exploded in agony as she filed it down to a nub. Lyra passed out wondering if she’d even wake up at all.
It had been touch and go for the first week. Bon Bon did not want to let Lyra off easily or want to lose her lover.
The first day had been spent amputating Lyra’s four legs at the halfway point, just below each knee. Bon Bon had gone slowly and ensured Lyra was awake for as much of it as possible. With her hooves gone and legs half as long, she couldn’t feed or take care of herself easily. She looked, and was forced to act, like a dog—a common bitch to be kept as a pet.
For the first week, Bon Bon had administered some antibiotics from the pharmacy in town to keep Lyra’s fever down. The crude amputations posed a risk of killing her from infection. As the scar tissue over her amputated legs healed, Bon Bon moved on to the next phase. She pulled her teeth out in sets until finally removing all of them.
It had taken almost another full week for Lyra’s gums to heal. Throughout it all, Bon Bon would visit her and literally poke her in the side with a stick—a broom stick. It brought her great pleasure to beat Lyra and extend her suffering. Whether it was kicking, poking, or throwing more hot water on her, it always made Bon Bon feel better about herself.
Three weeks later, Lyra was as healed as she would ever get. She lived in a small metal cage in the basement and was only let out when she pleased Bon Bon sexually. Even then, she was never allowed to leave the basement.
Lyra now had a heavily scarred chest and stomach. Even her nipples had been scarred by the boiling water. She had four amputated legs to walk on, yet it was very painful for her to do so. Her pussy had in fact grown shut, into one thick piece of scar tissue. Bon Bon had managed, somehow, to keep her urethra open. Lyra could still shit and piss, and as long as she did it in her cage, Bon Bon wouldn’t get mad.
With no vocal chords, Lyra soon found her only way to communicate was groaning and whining, or pressing the button on her collar to say “I love you, Bonnie!” She was fed cat food and had twice tried to kill herself by refusing to eat. Unfortunately, it takes days to die of dehydration and weeks to die from no food. Bon Bon had forced a feeding tube through her nose, down her throat, and into her stomach.
Unable to even commit suicide properly, Lyra became lethargic.
“Bitch, you don’t look so good. Would you like to eat my cunt?” Bon Bon asked.
Lyra whimpered and limped to the edge of her cage. She stuck her head out a spot where the bars were just wide enough to allow her access to Bon Bon’s pussy. She licked lazily at it.
Bon Bon grabbed the nearby broom and poked Lyra with it hard in the ribs. “You can do better, slut!”
Lyra cried, and pressed the button on her collar. “I love you, Bonnie!”
“Then prove it, and put some effort into it. Hell, I might let you sleep at the end of my bed like a real pet if you do a good enough job.”
Lyra almost smiled at the thought. She spent every night in her cold metal cage, alone, surrounded by her own urine and shit. Lyra lunged forward into Bon Bon’s snatch and began giving her one hell a ravaging.
Bon Bon could feel a wonderful orgasm approaching fast as Lyra licked and suckled her pussy with renewed vigor. It didn’t take long before Bon Bon tensed up and squirted her juices onto Lyra’s face.
As she rode the wave of endorphins down, Bon Bon smiled. “Good work, bitch. Now, I have a special deal for you. We have two guests here. Go ahead and make yourself comfortable while I fetch them.”
Bon Bon unlocked the cage and Lyra limped out. She had a pillow in the corner of the basement that was very comfortable. It was the only time she laid on anything other than concrete or metal. She curled up on the pillow and waited for Bon Bon to return from upstairs.
There was a loud thudding sound as Bon Bon dragged something down the stairs. She untied a burlap sack and pulled it off.
Vinyl and Octavia had been inside the sack. Both were hogtied and covered in scars, bruises, and missing pieces of flesh.
“You see, they’re as guilty as you for cheating on me,” Bon Bon explained. “The difference is I never loved them. Now that I’ve had my fun, they have to die so I can bury the bodies. I want you to kill them.”
Lyra’s eyes went wide in horror and she pushed herself against the wall and cowered. “I love you, Bonnie! I love you, Bonnie!”
“Oh no, you don’t get off that easy. You want to die, right?” Bon Bon asked.
Lyra just looked at her. It was true she wanted more than anything to escape this living hell, and knew Bon Bon wouldn’t let her.
“If you kill Vinyl and Octavia, I’ll kill you painlessly. Your suffering will be over.”
Bon Bon tossed a knife onto the floor.
Lyra slowly and timidly crawled over to the knife, wary that it was some sort of trick. She looked at Octavia, who was unconscious. She then looked at Vinyl who was awake.
“P-please, Lyra,” Vinyl whispered. “H-help.”
The white mare was covered in blue bruises and dried blood. She could barely move as Lyra picked up the knife and scampered over to her. She stood there with the knife in her mouth but couldn’t bring herself to cut Vinyl’s throat open as the mare watched her and cried.
Lyra finally moved over to Octavia, quickly sliding the blade against her throat. Octavia gurgled and struggled to breath, but died quickly. Lyra watched her bleed out, dying in silence as Vinyl wept.
Past the point of no return, Lyra slid the knife across Vinyl’s neck. She was forced to watch Vinyl die with a look of betrayal etched on her face. Even after death, her eyes remained open, watching and judging Lyra.
She dropped the knife and collapsed crying.
Lyra felt a hoof rubbing her back. “Good work, bitch, very good work. You made mommy proud.”
Lyra looked up through her tears to see Bon Bon smiling widely. “I love you, Bonnie!”
“I love you too, Lyra, and that’s why I lied. I’ll never let you die!”
Bon Bon hugged Lyra, before carrying her over to the cage and locking her in. Lyra could only watch in horror as Bon Bon stuffed the ponies back into the sack.
Lyra threw herself against the bars and banged her head against them. The voice box went off as she thrashed around in the cage. “I love you, Bonnie!” Lyra thought she would finally have an end to her suffering, a merficul death.
Instead, Bon Bon had given Lyra an even worse punishment. She had tricked Lyra into selfishly murdering Vinyl and Octavia. Even though Lyra loved the musicians, and despite Vinyl’s plea for mercy, Lyra had shown them none. It was her fault they’d been captured and tortured, and it was her hoof that murdered them.
Lyra slumped on the floor of the cage crying. “I love you, Bonnie!” She flailed around trying to tear the collar off but it was useless. The lights went out and the door to the basement closed. Lyra was left in her cold metal cage to sleep through the night like the bitch she was.
Author's Note
The end?
I should probably give a fuck, but I don't.
