The Werepony

The early morning was brisk with the sun rising over the far side of Equestria. Double Rainbow and his new followers were at a lumber mill near the Everfree Forest near Ponytopia with a pony that needed to learn a lesson about their evil ways. I was going to show my followers how to perform the traps flawlessly.

“I will show all of you how to show an evil pony the evils of their way. The first one I will do it myself with you watching, the second trap, I will let you perform the task under my watchful eye, and the third pony you will have to do it all by yourselves.” I stated to my followers.

My name was Double Rainbow. I was a white unicorn with pastel rainbow mane and tail. I had blue eyes and a rainbow horn. My cutie mark was two semi-circular rainbows on my flank, one on top of the other divided by a small space.

My followers were Pawter Pony, the groups second in command, Peace Herb, Secret Love, and Platinum Will. Pawter was a red stallion unicorn with a white underbelly looking similar to a fox. He had black tipped ears and blue eyes. His mane was red and his tail was red with a white tip. His cutie mark was a fox. Peace Herb was a dark green male earth pony with light green mane, tail, and eyes. His cutie mark was a marijuana plant leaf. Secret Love was a white female pegasus with blonde mane and tail and blue eyes. Her cutie mark was a red heart with a lock in the center of it with a key off to the side looking like it was going into the keyhole. Platinum Will was a mare earth pony that was orange with a lighter color orange mane, tail, and eyes. Her cutie mark was a heart with platinum shield in the center of it. There were two ponies who had just gotten married as well. The mare was named Forest Savior who was light green with dark green mane, tail, and eyes. Her cutie mark was three trees together. She loved forests and animals. The stallion was named Outback. He was red with orange mane, tail, and eyes. He had a cutie mark of a large knife. He was a survivalist and capable of doing a lot of handiwork and farmhand work.

The pony in front of me was an evil pony. He had murdered many ponies and needed to pay for his crimes against the innocent. His name was Widow Maker. He was a green pony with yellow and blue mane, tail, and eyes. His cutie marks was an axe. He also went by the name of Widower Maker. He was a pegasus. He represent the element of lightning and thunder.

My famous magical barbed wire was strung in an ornamental design securing his rear hooves, also attached by the sharp wire was his wings, the body parts that he would have to sacrifice in order to learn the errors of his ways and to win his chance to freedom. Between him and me was my special rug that was given to my by my former lover, Rainbow Heart. It had been used in all of my traps so far. The special rug had a yin and yang symbol in the center of it with other magical ornamental designs on it. It was bloody with tears and a few holes due it its past uses. I had my special knife. Double Rainbow’s knife was highly ornamental and also came with a yin and yang symbol on it.

The sleep spell wore off. Widow Maker came to in pain and bloodied. He bucked and tried to break free resulting in more agony and blood flow.

“What the fuck?” the trapped pony stated.

I said, “I know the past, the present, and the future. When it comes to you Widow Maker, or Widower Maker, whatever you prefer to call yourself now, I know everything. You go through life murdering other ponies in dark alleys, cold basements, hot caves, and anywhere you think no pony is watching you. Your weapon of choice is an axe, but will use any weapon really, including your own hooves. You chose to kill mares or stallions that were married, so that their mates would feel your loneliness. I call this Karma, you call it revenge, and society calls it justice. This is payback for all the evil you have done. 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.”

“This is ridiculous!” Widow Maker shouted.

I stepped forward using my horn to levitate my knife and brought it to his left wing rubbing it gently against it. Widow Maker tried to break free again, but to no avail. He had no choice but to brace for the pain that was coming. Like using a rip saw cutting through wood, I used my knife to saw his left wing off with blood squirting out. Widow Maker took the pain, but relaxed afterwards, the wing fell to the ground, useless. In doing so, the tension of the barbed wire on the left leg was loosened and he could get it free now. I dropped the knife in front of him, leaving a bloody knife impression on the ground and walked to the other side of my rug.

Widow Maker got the hint. He used his front right hoof and took the knife. He twisted to his right side and painfully severed his other wing. Now with both back legs having no tension on the securing barbed wire, he was able to get free.

He took the knife and charged at me, crossing my rug. It activated a circular saw that raised up from the floor and cut the pony in half from the abdomen through the spine, cut in two. The pony died.

I stated, grabbing my rug and knife and looking back at my followers in the shadows, “Any questions?”