Author's Note

Here, you finally have the chapter with some action as I said nearly two years ago.
Yes, this chapter contains clop!
Looks like I write at least more for the moment.
Enjoy

Punishment

Punishment

“Can’t we talk about this?” Moon Shield asked, her eyes darting between Tempest on the bed and Twilight in quick motion.

“I think it’s too late for that,” Twilight answered sweetly, but a groan made her turn around.

Tempest fixed her with a soft glare from her position on the bed, “Don’t you think that’s enough already? Do what you will with me. Fine. But this is going too far! What if-EEP!” She stopped with a yelp as Twilight lashed out with her magic, whipping her flank.

“Who told you to back talk to me? Be quiet and do what I say, maybe you’ll get a reward then!”

Moon Shield’s eyes bulged. “I know they always say it’s the quiet ones, but this is ridiculous.”

Twilight just smiled, taking her time to saunter in front of the bed and both mares. It was clumsy, but it made her intentions clear. Her tail was wagging back and forth, waving the scent of her arousal through the room.

“I thought this is what you wanted.” She turned to Tempest. “You wanted me in bed, to dominate me.” Then she turned to the captain. “And you wanted to watch us. I’m sure you were imagining that you could join us?” She stopped her saunter. “Well,” she said, staring at Tempest.” You will get both with two small changes. Our dear Moon Shield here will be the victim and you, Tempest, you will do as I say and serve me.”

So she wants to play... She can have that, Tempest thought with a chuckle before answering. “And why should I do this? I’m not just serving anyone.”

“Oh, you want me to prove myself?” Twilight asked, her horn starting to glow while she grinned. “I think we can arrange that.”

Before Tempest could react, she found herself tucking her head to avoid Moon Shield as Twilight grasped the other mare in her magic and flung her to the bed. Twilight wasn’t even breaking a sweat holding two strong mares down. If her sweet smile was anything to go by, she had only just begun. Her magic flared again and the drawstring from another window quickly wound its way around Moon Shield’s hooves, tying itself taut before looping the loose end through the headboard and back around, securing both Tempest and Moon together.

Twilight grinned, confirming her suspicions. “What’s wrong, Fizzlepop? Don’t you enjoy it?” Tempest growled loudly, her horn sparking, but that was quickly snuffed out as Twilight leaned in. “None of that! It’s time to reverse the roles, don’t you think? But I won’t back you into a cage, promise.”

“Twilight, you know I’m sorry for the things I forced onto you, so why are you doing this?” Tempest asked, sighing.

“Because I want to have my fun and I get to teach Moon Shield here a lesson. Don’t tell me you don’t want this,” she stopped and looked directly into Tempest’s eyes, smiling as the larger mare averted her gaze. “I thought so. Now, are you going to be nice and play with me, or do I have to punish you together with Moon Shield?”

“Me? Nice?” Tempest chuckled, trying to recover. “That combination is totally unheard of.”

“So punishment for both mares it is.”

“Wait!” Moon Shield cried. “I’m really sorry for spying on you, but it was by order!”

Twilight smiled and her horn lit up, magic gently washing over Moon, flipping her onto her belly and prodding her body for weak spots she could use. “Too late for that.” While she really wanted to try how it felt to be like Tempest, to truly dominate a mare, she didn’t want any of the side effects. All she wanted was pleasure and fun, and for that she couldn’t—and wouldn’t—hurt her mares. My mares, Twilight chuckled internally.

Moon Shield shivered as the magic touched her coat, but instead of the feelings she expected, of Twilight punishing her harshly, all she got was a soft tingle, along with pleasure whenever one of her spots was touched. Her wings were a weakness of hers, as were her hooves. She had no idea why her hooves, she was a thestral mare after all, but that was a thought she couldn’t give weight to today.

“Sensitive wings,” Twilight mumbled. “Not surprising, your dactylo patagium is really thin.” She continued testing the mare. “Oh my, your hooves too? That is surprising. But what should I play with first?” A fiendish grin crossed her muzzle. “I really can’t decide.”

She didn’t have to. Holding both mares down and prodding one of them at the same time, Twilight still had enough energy to focus on Moon Shield’s wings and her hooves. The poor mare could only watch with wide eyes as she tried to control herself during the assault.

“Please, mercy! It was all on Luna’s order! I won’t tell her a thing, I promise!” Moon Shield cried, but Twilight quickly closed her mouth with a flick of magic.

“Tsk Tsk,” Twilight grinned. “No more talking! And you won’t be telling her anything, trust me.”

The dominating mare quickly pulled down the curtain, the last bastion of privacy hanging over the window, and turned it into a makeshift blindfold. Wrapping it over Moon Shield’s eyes and continuing her ministrations on the poor mare’s wings and withers she could see the effect it was having on the bat pony. Her back arched, her legs straightened, and her glorious flanks lifted ever so slightly. As the mare leaned back into Twilight’s exploration, the rope tightened and pulled Tempest further towards the head of the bed and away from the mare she really wanted, making her growl.

“Don’t worry, I didn’t forget you,” Twilight smiled before turning back to Moon. “I’m surprised you don’t have a partner yet; at least not to my knowledge. Why wouldn’t a nice stallion woo you?”

Tempest had to suppress an eye roll as she laughed roughly. “She plays for the same team, Twilight. I thought that was obvious after her little stunt up there.”

The mare in question blushed, as well as Twilight. “I guess that is true, even if she could like both… Damn it, I forgot where I was!”

“About to let me go?” Moon asked, slightly moaning after Twilight hit a more sensitive spot. Said moaning turned louder when she didn’t let go, but only pressed harder. “That a no, then?”

“What do you think? I said I would punish you.” Twilight smiled softly, her magic enveloping Moon’s wings completely now. “I just never told you how or for how long.”

Moon Shield’s eyes went wide upon the sensation of Twilight’s magic on her wings, the warm feeling touching everywhere at the same time while adding pressure to selected spots. If she wasn’t leaking before, she was now, her mind losing its will to form a coherent thought.

It grew worse as she felt the same tingling touch on her marehood, and she couldn’t help herself. In a span of seconds, she came, her wings painfully stretching, letting out a loud moan as her juices squirted against Twilight who stood there in a bit of shock.

“Wow,” Tempest grinned. “I think you broke her.”

Indeed, the captain was on the bed, wings limp, hooves dangling relaxed, tongue lolling out of her mouth, making Twilight smile a bit. “I hope I didn’t go too far… this is a first time for me after all.”

“You did good, but I hope you didn’t forget about me.”

“How could I forget about the mare I want most?” came the question as the alicorn loosened the blindfold and bindings of the thestral. “I just want to quickly make sure she is okay.”

“I think she is happy and spent,” came the giggling reply back. “Don’t think she was used to that much.”

“Is that a good thing or bad thing now?”

“How about you come here and find out?”

Twilight gulped at the smoldering gaze Tempest shot her. With all her might, she tried to regain the reins, to think about pleasing her, that it wouldn’t be about herself today. “How come you always manage to make me weak in my hooves?”

“Because I’m used to ordering others around, and my time in the army hardened me in more ways than one,” Tempest sighed, her gaze softening. “If you’re weak, they eat you.”

“You mean that as a joke, right?”

Tempest laughed. “I’m not joking. You’ve seen the folks in the town you met Capper. They will hurt you or worse. In some places they eat smaller races if they can benefit from it.”

“Okay that is enough… I believe you… I don’t need to be sick,” Twilight shuddered. “And we shouldn’t wander from the situation at hoof, don’t you agree?” Tempest’s blush was all she needed to know. “Did you try to distract me?”

“Well, you see…” the unicorn slowly looked up at the cord around her hooves, nearly undone. “I just needed a few more seconds. Since you removed the cord from the captain, mine became a bit loose.”

Twilight narrowed her eyes and her horn lit up as she looked over the passed out captain, hoping the mare had what she needed. A quick search through the pocket of her thoroughly soaked uniform revealed special magic hoofcuffs.

“Oh no. Twilight, no. I didn’t sign up for this,” Tempest tried to rip her hooves loose, but the alicorn was faster, snapping the cuffs around her hoofs. “You gotta be bucking kidding me!”

“Do you trust me?”

“What? Twilight I said no!” Tempest growled.

“And I asked if you trust me,” the alicorn sighed back. “I want to explore this. Besides, you were the one that put me in a cage!”

Tempest blushed at that, averting her gaze. “It was not my decision. I just-”

“That’s a lie, and you know it. You enjoyed me being in that cage, about to be broken and yours to be played with.”

“And that gives you the right to do this? Ropes or anything light are one thing. Magically reinforced cuffs another one,” Tempest scowled. “Take. Them. Off.”

“But.” Twilight started to shrink back. “I just wanted to.”

“Take them off now!”

“I…” that was all Twilight brought up, tears dwelling in her eyes before the hoofcuffs came off, followed by a loud crack as Twilight teleported out.

“Oh great,” Tempest sighed, rubbing her hooves as she got up. “Maybe I should’ve explained why first…”

“That would’ve been a good idea,” a weak voice answered her, followed by some coughing. “Do we have some water here? My throat is killing me; she did good work…”

“It’s not a story easily told.”

Moon raised an eyebrow. “Why not? I thought you already went through thick and thin.”

Tempest walked away, tears forming in her eyes, jaw set as she tried to suppress the memories. “Because most of my scars are from that night alone.”

Five years earlier. Storm Harbour

Tempest hung her head in shame as she passed the giant gates into the city, the big apes at the entrance looking at her. They likely already knew of her failure. And all because she was too weak. Once through the gates, five apes stood in her way, fully armored and weapons at the ready. The head figure grunted at her, making her grimace.

“Yes, I’ll follow you,” was all she could say before they positioned themselves around her, forcing her to move with them to the Throne of the Storm King.

It wasn’t a long, nor a pleasant walk. The outer city was composed of military quarters, training grounds, factories and shipyards. The inner city fared no better. It was a city for war, not for anyone to live in.

“My dear Tempest. So good to see you,” the Storm King said before tapping his chin with a finger. “Wait, it is not good to see you. You failed. Do you remember what I told you would happen if you failed me?”

“Yes, sire.”

“And yet you are here. Without the ambassador and without the signed paper declaring me their king. I was looking forward to this! They even had those fancy steaming water baths. Apparently, they are so good for the skin, and a king should always be at his best.”

“It wasn’t my fault, sire,“ Tempest growled. “The captain didn’t tell me I had to interrogate the ambassador before taking him in.”

The Storm King scowled, getting close until he was inches from Tempest’s muzzle. “And where was the problem?”

“The ambassador denied any cooperation, and the captain wanted to torture him.”

“So what?” the Storm King asked, getting up and twirling his little scepter around. “Poking him a bit here and there... as long as he didn’t die, everything would be just fine!” He stopped the scepter to point it at Tempest. “But you failed. You chickened out, and he escaped. You. Were. Weak!” The scepter knocked against Tempest with each of the last three words. “WEAK! And I simply can’t accept that.”

“I’m sorry, sire. I will do better next time,” Tempest bowed down.

“Oh, I know you will,” the Storm King smiled. “Guards! Get her to the cells and notify the captain. He is to do to her what he wanted to do to the ambassador. Make sure she never fails me again.”

“WHAT? Sire, I owe you my life and you promised me my horn back. I will do better next time!”

“Oh I know, Tempest. I just want to make sure. Take her, I don’t have time for this anymore,” the Storm King waved, turning around and leaving a shocked and surprised Tempest to be carried away by the apes.

I can’t even defend myself, or I’ll never get my horn back, she grit her teeth.

Everything went by without a hitch. The guard transported her to the cells, putting her into a particular one where they could fasten her to hanging irons that were enchanted before pulling her up, making her hang in the middle of the room. The room also had a small smelter oven that burned brightly at her arrival. Before leaving, they stripped her of her armor and uniform before adding an enchanted iron to the base of her horn, making it more useless than it already was.

Great. I’ll never get my horn fixed in this pace

“Oh Tempest, so good to see you,” a voice called out, before laughing. “In chains!”

Tempest scowled as a big ape stepped into the cell, still laughing. “Roggin! You knew it wasn’t my fault! Why didn’t you tell me the goal was to torture him!”

“I love to see you squirm. I don’t like ponies and I don’t like you, Berry,” he said, and snickered as she scowled more. “After watching you for all those years training under the Storm King, I knew you would lose your head as soon as you were to hurt a civilian.”

“You played me!”

Roggin snickered. “Yes, yes I did, and it worked well. And now, I get to play with you, little pony.”

Tempest blanched as he revealed the cart behind him, stacked with heavy irons, blades, metal tongs, and various other tools. Roggin slowly sauntered over to it, gently prodding a few before he turned again. “I’m going to enjoy this. I was completely thrilled when the Storm King asked me to torture the ambassador for information, but then I let it go in favour of having you fail. Now look where we are! I can finally live my passion, and it’s on you! I always wanted to see what your little pony body can withstand, and we might find out today.”

“Look, Roggin, you don’t have to do this! We are both loyal servants of the Storm King! I’m sure there are other ways to make you happy! Please don’t do this!” Tempest begged while Roggin threw a blade into the fire.

“Oh, but I do have to. You see, the Storm King wants to make you the commander of all troops.” Roggin stomped onto the ground, scowling. “You, surpassing me and commanding all troops!”

Tempest gulped. “You can have that position! Unbind me and I’ll make sure you will get the promotion and not me!”

“I’m sorry, but that is not possible. You ruined everything I worked for all my life,” Roggin huffed, taking the blade out of the fire and approaching Tempest. “I will enjoy hearing you scream.”

As the blade sank into her flesh, scream she did.