Rainbow Heart 2

The night was upon Ponyville. It was crisp and cool, especially in the dark castle I was in. The castle was historical. Thought to have belonged to the first pony queen, it held dark secrets. It contained an old dungeon in its depths. Once the queen had passed her daughter built another castle elsewhere and her mother’s castle was left forsaken. It wasn’t until much later that another scientist pony had used the castle as his house and laboratory. He ended up passing away under questionable circumstances and no one had returned to the castle ever since then unless it was to do historical research. Relics of old were contained in the castle. Many considered the castle haunted.

The pony in front of me was named Hot Dog. He was a male earth pony who had done many bad things. He had a tan body with red mane, tail, and eyes. His cutie mark was a hot dog. Oddly, he had a brother named Chili Dog who was the exact opposite of him, a good pony.

The masculine pony began to stir and shot awake and sprung up triggering pain.

Hot Dog grunted in recoil and shouted, “What the fuck?”

Hot Dog’s attention snapped to me when he heard my hooves clapping against the stone floor in rhythmic flow.

The barb wire was strung around his nipples and around his hooves. My intricate web trap design made it impossible for him to leave until he cut off whatever I wanted him too. My rug was in front of him and the stairway to leave the building was behind him.

I said, “I know the past, the present, and the future. When it comes to you Hot Dog, I know everything. You kidnap innocent ponies of all ages and genders. In the privacy of your home in your hidden underground slave room you perform the many acts of BDSM, torture, rape, and murder. You killed them slowly dragging out the pain and misery. You are an animal. 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.”

Walking forward towards him with my knife levitating in the stale air, “One of the tortures you put ponies though was removing their nipples. In order for you to leave here alive, you will have to suffer the same way your victims did.”

“When I get out of here, I am going to kill you.” Hot Dog hostilely stated.

I used the blade to cut and remove one of his nipples. Hot Dog grunted in pain but held most of it in. I dropped the knife in front of him and walked to the other side of the rug.

Like an enraged bull, Hot Dog could have cared less about his nipples and only was concerned about killing the pony in front of him. Hot Dog picked up the blade and quickly cut off his other remaining nipple. He ripped the remaining barbed wire from his body and dashed forward. Hot Dog didn’t plan on killing him right away, he was going to make this white unicorn suffer for days, maybe weeks, a month if he could manage it.

While crossing on my rug he activated a sophisticated trap I had made. Sharp swords swept out from the walls lickety split, four of them, and they dismembered all of his legs. Falling to the ground from the amputations, an axe fell from the ceiling decapitating Hot Dog like a guillotine.

It was the most elaborate trap I had made yet. It was certainly more mechanized too. I took my knife and rug and left.