Rainbow Heart 2

The afternoon was relatively warm in Ponyville. I was at the museum full of ancient pony artifacts and historical creatures long extinct among other interesting monuments and scientific data of the past. No pony was here. It was closed today, which made my work easy. Soon this building would be famous for the things that I have done. My pony trap was set and now we would see if this pony had what it would take to change from evil to good. The thought brought an evil smirk to my face.

The pony in front of me was infamous. He was a swindler and a conman. He was known as Smooth Talker. He was a male pegasus. He had forest green body with black mane, tail, and hazel eyes. His cutie mark was metal ball. He wouldn’t be able to talk his way out of this or con his way out of his crimes.

He began to stir meaning my sleep spell was wearing off. His head moped upwards feeling pain from the wire.

“What is this?” Smooth Talker in almost completely incomprehensible muttering said with fresh blood pouring from his mouth.

The pegasus’ mouth was heavily wired up to his cheeks. His wings and hoofs were also bound by a similar web of barbed wire preventing much motion until he did what I wanted him to do. My noteworthy rug was in front of him and the back door exit was behind him. But I already knew how this was going to end.

Smooth Talker looked at me when I said, “I know the past, the present, and the future. When it comes to you Smooth Talker, I know everything. I find you incapable of being able to tell the truth. You swindle ponies out of their bits and property. You con ponies by carefully selecting them, then you research them, and plot to take everything from them. You destroy ponies’ lives and never do anything to help anyone else but yourself, wanting an easy life only for yourself. You are an evil pony. You need to learn how to become a good pony. It means that you have to suffer the consequences from your actions and that your punishment should reflect the wrongdoings you have done.”

Smooth Talker tried to say something but it was inaudible. Probably to plead innocent, or it wasn’t his fault, or some other lame excuse. It was immaterial.

I walked up to him with the knife levitating next to me. I put the blade in his mouth and quickly severed his tongue out against his resistance. He reeled back coughing up blood. I dropped the knife in front of him and the tension in the wire via pulleys let up giving him slack to get one hoof free.

He picked up the night quickly.

I informed, “Remove the rest of the wire from your muzzle and you will be free from the wire and will be able to move forward from your past and change your deeds from evil to good.”

Without hesitation he used the blade to cut up his cheeks from his mouth to the jaw bone. In doing so the wire fell free, except for his wings that were still bound separately by wire, but that he could easily remove with his hooves, but Smooth Talker overlooked this fact due to the anger that filled his being. Instead he charged at me crossing over my rug hell-bent on revenge against me. Clearly he had not learned his lesson. Instantly a pony shaped cage with spikes slammed shut over him from beneath him, which closed over him from the left and right sides sealing over the top of him. It was an ancient device I found in the museum. It appears even the ancient ponies had ways of installing justice into a wild world of criminals and evil ponies.

These evil ponies. The death traps I put them in. They just will not learn. You can lead a horse to water but you can’t make it drink. All they had to do was leave and they would be changed into good ponies knowing that someone, a vigilante pony was watching them, instead they chose to attack their deliverer and activate the secondary trap. They just don’t get what I am trying to teach them.

I waited for the cage to open and left with my knife and rug.