The Ultimate Punishment
by Shivered Timbers

(Prompt: Keeping things fresh even after doing it a hundred times.)

"Somepony set off the magic force field and Trixie intends to punish them!"

Snips and Snails grunted and groaned, pulling the enormous gilded bed-cum-chariot which the Great and Powerful Trixie had decided to be the best method for transportation inside Trixieville.

"That's what she said the last three times!" Snips groused, keeping his voice low.

"Yeah," said Snails, "and it was the same guy the last two times. What's up with that?"

They reached the designated spot, near the town's windmill, and the two teens stopped to catch their breath as Trixie surveyed the area. Sure enough, the only pony other than they was the brutish white pegasus, the one whose muscles seemed to have extra muscles of their own.

"You there!" Trixie called, her voice shrill. "Trixie thinks you look familiar!"

"YEEEEAAAAAAHHHH!" the pegasus rumbled, punching the force field. There was a little glow and it repelled his hoof, but he seemed none the worse for it.

"Cease your activities this instant or she will be forced to bring justice upon you!" Trixie raised her whip and cracked it sharply. The pegasus stood, glaring at her, then very gingerly snuck a back hoof out and tapped the force field.

The vein in Trixie's forehead began to pulse.

"Very well! This insolence cannot be tolerated any longer!"

Crack! Crack! The whip struck again and again, snapping across the pegasus' chiseled jaw. He retreated from the assault, the slack-jawed grimace never leaving his face. Once Trixie was satisfied that he was far enough away from the force field, she cracked her whip to drive her two chauffeurs ahead.

The pegasus only grinned.

"YEEEEAAAAAAHHHH!"

"It has been but minutes since this last happened," Trixie declared, staring down at the white pegasus. They were near the library where the accursed Twilight Sparkle had lived before her exile, but which now stood vacant. Again, the brute was tapping the force field as if daring Trixie to do something about it. "Trixie is beginning to think you wish to be punished."

The only response from the pegasus was the raising of his eyebrows and another mighty right hook to the force field.

Growling, Trixie raised herself up. "This time, Trixie shall teach you a lesson you will not likely forget! On your knees, worm!"

A beam of red light shot from Trixie's horn and kicked the pegasus's back legs out from under him. His chin hit the ground, digging a furrow into it. She then began cracking her whip over his hide, leaving red welts across the pristine if lumpy white flesh of his back. With each strike, his eyes seemed to roll back in his head and his grin grew wider.

"There!" she exclaimed after a good dozen lashings. "That should teach you! Now be off with you!"

When the pegasus remained unmoving for a few seconds, Trixie humphed and set her slaves to dragging her chariot away.

"YEEEEAAAAAAHHHH!"

The next time was near the old well. He got a severe pinch under his forelegs for that.

Then in the eastern fields, and a few more lashings.

Then near the former Mayor's house, with telekinetic wing-plucking.

Each time, Trixie's frown grew and grew. She was beginning to suspect, truly, that this pegasus wanted nothing more than to be punished and hurt continually. It might have had something to do with his reaction to each instance, a single bellow of "YEEEEAAAAAAHHHH!" that mystified her.

"Hmph," she said to herself as she caught him, looking just a tad more bruised than before, poking at the force field near the park. "Trixie will simply have to up her game."

First she materialized a diaper and bonnet, dressed him in them, and proceeded to spank him with magic.

"YEEEEAAAAAAHHHH!"

She wrapped him in a lacy black corset and high-heeled horseshoes, then made a camera with which to take photos. He seemed all too eager to vogue for her.

"YEEEEAAAAAAHHHH!"

She trussed him up like a pig and stuck an apple in his mouth, leaving him to rot by the schoolhouse.

"YMMMMPPPFFFF!"

Whipping. Magical lightning. Blunt force trauma. Head-shrinking spells. It seemed that no matter what she did, there was no way to deter this pegasus from interrupting her plans. It got to the point where he wasn't even waiting for her to leave before ripping free from whatever bonds she had created around him and poking at the force field again, drawing her ire.

Trixie was beginning to get tired. She couldn't let it show, of course, but this rigamarole was taking a severe toll on her, both mentally a physically. Not to mention watching this lumpy beast suffer humiliation after humiliation had lost its charm and was never exactly pretty to begin with.

At last, Trixie decided she had had enough. Leaping from her perch on high, she confronted the pegasus as he prodded the force field where it intersected the stream.

"You! What is wrong with you? Trixie is beginning to think you like being punished! She demands an explanation for this at once!"

"Will you punish me if I don't answer?" His voice was like a river made of gravel burbling and crackling as it flowed over more gravel. It was also extremely loud.

Trixie thought for a moment. "No. Just... tell me why you're putting me through all of this nonsense!"

"I do like gettin' punished," he replied, slamming one hoof into the other. "It's been a long time since I had a good strong punishment, Miss Trixie! Nopony 'round these parts wants to do that for me, so I'm stuck feelin' unfulfilled, y'know? But then I hear you say you'll punish anypony who messes with yer force field, and I just had to take the chance, right? I've been havin' a lot of fun today!"

Trixie's expression went through a series of contortions, from shock to disgust to abject terror.

"W-well, in that case, Trixie changes her mind. You have been punished enough." She lit her horn, lifting the force field just a bit. "You are free to go!"

The pegasus's yellow eyes got large and watery. "Aw, c'mon, Great and Powerful Trixie!" He fell to his knees, holding his hooves together. "Won't you at least punish me one more time?"

"Trixie is finding new punishments hard to come up with..."

"Anything, please!" He wrung his hooves, scooting towards her on his knees. "Just one more and then I'll stop, I promise!"

Trixie lowered the force field and sighed. Only one more method of punishment for this large, dumb pony came to mind, and it was not something that even she, as powerful as she was, was willing to subject foals to.

"Snips! Snails! Take a break!"

A huge anvil appeared over top of them, falling and smashing them flat. Trixie then created a large fan to blow them off into the distance. Their screams intermixed with cries of gratitude.

"Fools," she muttered to herself. Then, with a haughty sniff and a glare, she turned to the white pegasus, still sitting up and begging.

"Very well then. Retire with Trixie to her boudoir."

The pegasus grinned. "YEEEEAAAAAAHHHH!"

"Trixie was afraid you'd say that." She rolled her eyes, levitating them both up onto the giant gold-posted bed.

The pegasus got on all fours, trying and failing to make himself look smaller. "I'm ready now, Great and Powerful Trixie."

Trixie grimaced. "Just answer Trixie one more question: why do you like these punishments so much?"

The pegasus gave her a sly grin, which was not much different from his normal rictus grin. "Well, Trixie, it ain't easy to damage these here muscles." He flexed his hooves and somewhere a bird exploded. "So I can take a lot of punishment. Plus, after all the pills I've taken, uh, well, the ol' stallion noodle ain't what it used to be."

Unfortunately for Trixie, he turned his rump toward her and showed her precisely what he meant. Trixie covered her mouth, feeling sick.

"'Noodle' is quite an appropriate word for it." If she was going to get rid of this idiot, though, there was only thing for it. "Very well. On your back, knave, Trixie shall teach you the meaning of the word pain!"

She began almost immediately, conjuring a dozen whips and striking him all over his body. He moaned in ecstasy. She made large hoof cuffs materialize and secure his limbs to the bedposts. A mask kept his jaw secured, though it didn't stop him from talking.

"Yes! Yes! O Great and Powerful Trixie, punish me! Punish me!"

"Indeed." Trixie stood over him and called on the whips to cease their action. Then she lowered herself atop his waist, rubbing her crotch against his.

It was not altogether unpleasant, though she dearly wished he were a real stallion 'down there'. She did not let him penetrate her, only rubbing against his tiny length, which quickly grew hard beneath her ministrations. In the meantime, she amused herself with hot wax, acupuncture needles, razor blades, and anything else she could think of that would cause pain to her captive.

"More, moooore!"

"Trixie wants you to beg!" Despite herself, Trixie was getting into her role. "Beg for more!"

"Yes, Great and Powerful Trixie!" He was panting, the muscles of his chest heaving. "Whip me, beat me! Treat me like a little filly! I'm worthless, I'm nothing, I'm just a plaything for you, O Trixie! Do it some more, please!"

"Trixie likes the way you grovel." She gave him a sly grin, then raised herself up, hovering over him. His eyes grew wide as she held herself in place, his wee willy flopping madly as he tried to shake free of his bonds.

"Wait, wait, what are you doing? I'm so close!"

Trixie added extra chains to his restrains, polishing her hoof on her chest. "Trixie is giving you the ultimate punishment, knave."

She watched him squirm and writhe, watched as the pins pierced his flesh and ice cubes sent runnels of cold water over his flanks. He thrashed and groaned, crying out loud enough to shake the bed. Trixie let out a peal of laughter that would have made any grade-A villainess proud.

"RAAAAAARGH!" the pegasus shouted. "This is the worst punishment of all time! You're really the greatest and most powerfulest!"

"How nice of you to say so," Trixie said coolly. She moved to the side. "As a reward for realizing Trixie's power..."

With the tip of her hoof, she touched the base of his stallionhood very gently. He did not so much come as paint the roof of the bed solid white.

"YEEEEAAAAAAHHHH!"

With a tremendous hoot of exhaustion, he collapsed backward, going still, his eyes closing as his permanent grin turned into a soft smile of relief.

Trixie stuck out her tongue, making a gagging noise as she surveyed the remains of her bed. With a thought, she undid all the restraints, then booted the burly pegasus out, letting the stream carry him away.

At that moment, Snips and Snails floated back on the breeze towards her. When they lit upon the ground, they popped back into shape, staggering about with little stars over their heads. Trixie made herself presentable once more, then drew forth her whip.

"Snips! Snails! Front and center!"

"Yes ma'am!" they chorused, standing at attention and saluting.

"Go and uproot the town windmill for Trixie's next chariot. She will need to burn her bed."

The two colts looked at each other, shrugged, and then scampered off to do Trixie's bidding when her whip cracked.

"Why d'ya think Trixie ain't caught on that we're collaboratin' under her nose?" Applejack asked after Fluttershy finished relaying Twilight's plan to them.

"She's not exactly the sharpest needle in the drawer," Rarity remarked.

"Mmm mm mmmmm!" said Pinkie.

"Good one, Pinkster!" Rainbow Dash said with a chuckle.

Fluttershy shrugged. "Maybe she has too much to pay attention to with a whole city to run. Oh, but she was nice enough to lift the force field for me so I could get back inside."

The others turned to look at her, caused her to shrink back from them.

Rarity cocked an eyebrow. "She did what?"

"W-well... She didn't see me coming or anything. B-but, it lifted up and I was able to get back in with the plan..."

Applejack and Rainbow Dash exchanged glances and shrugs.

"Guess you got lucky, Fluttershy," Rainbow remarked.

"Let's not question good fortune," Rarity suggested.

Applejack thought about it a second, then shook her head. "Well, don't that beat all."

Author's Note

This be one o' my silly "cloppable moments", from Magic Duel. How's Trixie's expectin' t' shout about punishin' ponies widdout some masochist or 'nother takin' 'er up on the challenge, eh?

Thanks t' Pascoite fer suggestin' ol' Roidy here t'be the one gettin' punished. I thought 'e were proper hilarious! And thanks t' Sexty Minute Ponies fer one hundred prompts o' sauciness! Here's to a hundred more, yar-harr!