Rainbow Heart

On the edge of Ponyville lay an empty construction site for a garbage and waste processing plant. It was going to be a state-of-the-art facility. It was the perfect place for my next trap. The perfect grave for an evil pony. There were no workers due to Nightmare Night and obviously no ponies were gonna go to work with the events that had transpired lately either. I was there in a large room. The electricity was working and I had the lights on. I, of course, left the outside lights and the lights near the outer perimeter of the building off to not attract any attention. There before me was another guest of mine, a unicorn named Cookie Dough. I was going to secretly enjoy this one. The unicorn’s genitals were wrapped with barbed wire, the whole package. His hooves were also bound by barb wire, so they couldn’t move while his appendage was still attached. The barbed wire was strung all over the place in an intricate pattern designed for such. The pony was vertical looking like a bug caught in a spider trap. The door to the room was behind the unicorn not far away. The only item of mine in the room was my fabulous rug.

It wasn’t long before my sleep spell evaporated and the unicorn awoke in pain and slightly dizzy. The unicorn looked around himself and saw the situation he was in.

“What the fuck?” He muttered bleeding. Looking at me he shouted angrily, “What the hell did you do to me? Get me out of here. Now!”

His name was Cookie Dough. He was a brown male unicorn with a black mane and tail, and brown eyes. His cutie mark was a splatter of chocolate chip cookie dough.

I said, “I know the past, the present, and the future. I know your deepest darkest secrets Cookie Dough. I know that since you were a colt you watched mares who didn’t know you where there undress getting thrilled. You began working as a cookie maker at a local bakery. You found the most beautiful mare walk into the store one afternoon and you would stop at nothing to violate her. The first time you forced yourself on a mare, that mare, you panicked and only used your horn. But when you got away with it you were never hesitant to use your manliness in every orifice they have. You even violated stallions when the opportunity arose. You would beat, drug, and do other things to make them susceptible to your stimulation insatiability. I know everything that you have done.”

“Get me out of this now or I will kill you.” Cookie Dough shouted.

“I highly doubt you will succeed in that endeavor.” The unicorn said. The unicorn added, “The only way to get free from that spider web of barbed wired is to remove the things that have caused so much pain to other ponies. Maybe then you will learn to not take what you have and use it for evil. Since your hooves are bound you’ll have to use your magic, but be warned I already cast a limitation spell on your horn. You’ll only be able to levitate that knife in front of you. If you attempt to attack me with it, I’ll overpower you and do the deed for you.”

“Get me out of here you sick, twisted pony!” Cookie Dough shouted.

“You don’t get it do you. Here let me demonstrate.” The unicorn said.

The unicorn grabbed the knife with his hoof and slowly rubbed the blade against the bound pony’s spear seeing the ponies tremble in fear. And then he savagely cut and severed it from the pony with brisk strokes.

Cookie Dough screamed in terror and excruciating pain during the act and blood splatted all over. The unicorn dropped the knife and walked away to the other side of the rug.

With rage, Cookie Dough picked the knife using magic and realizing that his package was damaged beyond use and could not be repaired and the fact that there was only one way out of this trap, he was going to have to remove the rest of himself, the sack. Cookie Dough quickly and with incredible pain resistance but shouting uncontrollably cut the rest off. The barb wire slack allowed him to move his hooves and get his legs free. Once he tried to get off the barb wire web, he noticed he was stuck. He used his massive strength and pulled himself off, which tore most of the buttock flesh off on both sides.

“You will die!” Cookie Dough neighed.

In a blinding rage he crawled forward towards me across the rug and his upper body shrunk into the floor, activating a pressure plate jerry rigged by me. With an electric hum the walls started to close in. I walked around the vengeful, slowly crawling unicorn with ease and walked out the door which was automatically slowly closing behind me. I turned around and watched the pony struggle to attempt to bite my ankles or whatever he thought he was going to do.

With the door almost closed, Cookie Dough was next to it. He laid his head against the cold floor and shoved his horn under the door to stop it from closing. Shouting with muscle strain, he attempting to pry it open using his horn and succeeded for a moment doing it with his horn buckling. His horn cracked and broke. The upper portion lay on the outside of the door. The compactor crushed Cookie Dough into a mass of indistinguishable pony.

My work here was done. Once the compactor retracted, I would get my rug and venture forth. I had other things that I needed to do.