Author's Note

Author note: There was a paragraph initially left out of the previous chapter when Celestia was trying to be bait. If you read that chapter in it's first week out, you would have missed the following:

There was also an off-duty guard that insisted she escort Celestia everywhere she went. Celestia was certain the guard had heard about what happened and decided to patrol the area in her free time. She was finally forced to reveal her identity in order to keep the guard from chasing away potential suspects, but noted the guard's name, Astraea. They'd earned a promotion without knowing. Every guard should be so enthusiastic about protecting Equestria's subjects.

Anyway this is the longest chapter so far, but the next last chapter will be even longer. I hope you appreciate it too; I did research into horse castration for this shit and those photos were gross.

5. Judgement Passed

Fox admitted it hadn't been quite as spectacular as he'd expected, but he knew it was coming. They'd taken him directly to the Canterlot dungeon for questioning, where he'd cooperated entirely and given them all the information they wanted, as well as a great deal they didn't. Murders, live pony testings, torture, the rape of females of all species alive and dead, everything. Now it was just a matter of awaiting trial.

This was a spectacle he couldn't wait for. It made him hard just thinking about how the little filly's family would be there all broken-hearted. He couldn't wait to see their crying faces as he described in detail how he fucked their daughter to death on the stand. Maybe the families of other victims would be there to stand witness as well. This would be so hot.

Sadly he couldn't masturbate to that thought since they'd bound his hooves due to that tendency. They'd muzzled him too after he refused to stop telling the mares that guarded him all of the things he wanted to do to them, even after no less than three of them kicked his flank. He'd noticed he'd been dealt with entirely by female soldiers thus far, probably an intentional jab by Celestia, but it just proved how much he got to her, and he loved that.

But it annoyed him that he didn't get to see the news stories about his capture. They'd even gone to the extent of delivering newspapers to his cell, but not one even mentioned it. He wondered if they hadn't reported it yet, because surely he'd be front page news when they did. It wasn't like they could go forever without telling anyone, but it was always a let down when he painstakingly flipped through the newspaper with his gagged muzzle searching for mention of something that was never there, and the guards always got a bit too pleased at watching him do that for no reason.

That morning when the next guard shift arrived though, there was one more than usual. Fox could tell it was a mare due to head shape, though her armor covered her cutie mark and most other features. He could see the earth mare had a light gray coat and a darker gray mane with a single white stripe down the middle. Her pure red eyes jumped out as if glowing ever so slightly in the dim light, though she held a more non-serious look than the disdain he got from most of the other guards. Or maybe it was a happy look? It was hard for him to tell.

But she did look familiar.

She had a wheelchair with her, which he assumed was for him. Was it finally time for him to make an appearance? Fox was gagged so all he could do was smirk at her, but she still didn't give him the pleasure of a reaction. She came to his cell door and looked him over with a distinct amusement.

"Here to bring him in, Astraea?" asked one of the other guards.

“Lieutenant Astraea now,” another guard corrected the first one.

"Yep! lucky me~" Astraea sang out.

Fox wondered if she was acting so happily on purpose. He motioned to his gag with his bound front hooves, but it wasn't removed. Instead his hoof bindings were tightened as a unicorn picked him up in her magic and Astraea opened the door for him to be carried out. He was placed in the wheelchair like some kind of invalid and strapped in so that he didn't tumble out.

Whatever. It was still time to make his grand court appearance, and they'd have to ungag him so he could smart off at some point.

When he arrived, he found that calling it 'grand' was pushing it. For one, he expected a larger crowd given how many victims he had. The number here might account for the families of the victims that were known, but he revealed a lot of the ones they missed during questioning, so shouldn't they show up as well? The ones that were there didn't even respond amusingly to his snide or creepy stares. One would think they'd be more uptight before they knew what punishment he was or wasn't getting.

Which he was sure would be a public execution. It was a strange thing to look forward to, but he couldn't wait to be given his last words. It wasn't like executions in Equestria were particularly painful or anything.

Celestia was at a podium, pretending to be a proper judge and overseeing things, but there was no lawyers to be seen. Granted he had waived his right to have one and already confessed, but even then they generally had a prosecutor present.

The only other prominent pony there was one standing next to Celestia for most of the event, looking uncomfortable. It was a rather pretty mare in her early twenties with a white coat and pink tail and mane done up in a bun. Given the nurse's hat and the cutie mark of a red cross with hearts surrounding it, he assumed she was a doctor much like him.

Well okay, not like him. Still, he had to say she looked rather delicious. Why was a nurse even here?

He expected a public spectacle, but there weren't even any reporters there. There were no witnesses, either, and he had hoped for some touching testimony from the families of the victims about their loss. That would have given him a raging boner for sure. The nurse didn't even testify, even though the only conceivable reason for her was to talk about the effects of his drug.

Honestly, the whole thing had an 'already decided' feel to it. They parked his wheelchair at a table but most ponies there didn't so much as look at him for the entire thing. The lack of attention was more than a little agitating.

They didn't even play a video of his confession, and he'd put so much effort into making it amusing for them to watch. It mostly just consisted of a rather long read of the crimes he committed. After a good half hours of listing off names and crimes, Astraea finally tugged his gag free, not giving any warning before yanking it off roughly. That was too bad, because it didn't give him a chance to lick her.

"Does the guilty party have anything to say before I announce sentencing?" Celestia asked, the first significant thing she'd said since it began.

"Yeah, which of these assholes are the family of that little rape toy I just snuffed?" Though intentionally offensive, Fox was actually curious.

"They are not here," Celestia answered, not letting his phrasing get to her. "Lieutenant Astraea, please show the guilty party a copy of this mornings newspaper."

Astraea did as she was told; they must have expected this question as there was a convenient newspaper on an easily reachable table nearby. The mare dropped it on the table in front of Fox, but didn't open it.

"About time it got reported on!" Fox snickered, then looked at Astraea. "You gonna open it, rape bait?"

"The Princess ordered me to show it to you," Astraea said with a soft smile. "So I showed it to you, she didn't ask me to open it, did she?"

Fox looked to Celestia in annoyance, but she didn't amend the order. So he rolled his eyes and carefully leaned down to grab the corner of the newspaper in his muzzle. At last all eyes were on him, but in the most annoying way possible as he flipped through the paper with his mouth like a dirty mud pony.

It was surprising that it wasn't on the front page, but even more that it wasn't in any of the other main sections. It wasn't even in the crime section.

"Are you fucking with me or something?" Fox finally asked Celestia. "Is it still not in here?"

"There is no danger of that ever occurring," Celestia answered in near-monotone. "But the article about my student's death is there."

He grumbled; this wasn't the impression he wanted to give to these families, but he really wanted to find the articles, so he tried flipping to the obituaries instead. Finally there he found it: "Princess Celestia's Protégé Nightfall Gleam Passes From Rare Illness".

Illness?

He couldn't believe his eyes. This article didn't even mention him or a murder. It claimed that she got lost and passed out due to a neurological disorder caused by a rare allergic reaction. It said she died of thirst lying unconscious in a ditch.

"What's this?" Fox demanded. "This is stupid! This isn't what happened at all! They'll find out eventually anyway! I'm not going to keep my mouth shut about this at my execution. And I know you're required to give last words at an execution."

"Execution?" asked Astraea. "In such a hurry to die? Well sadly for you, it's the Princess's decision what happens to you."

Astraea wasn't wrong. Fox actually wanted an execution. Though there hadn't been one in ages, it was still on the books that there could be, and surely this would trigger it. And since the unchanged law still said executions had to be public, he'd get plenty of time to yammer on to a crowd, or at least that was the plan. He couldn't live forever, but he could go down in history books for something no one would forget.

"It is also my decision," said Celestia. "That you not be given the one thing you want the most: an audience, much less a public one. All here have agreed that the families who did not already know how their loved ones suffered will never be burdened with that knowledge. Now do you have anything else to say before I pass judgement?"

"You think I won't tell them?" laughed Fox. "Either I'll be executed, which is required to be public by law, or I won't be, in which case I WILL tell everyone."

"The only ones that will know," said Celestia. "Are those here, who have agreed to secrecy, and the court documents, which will probably rot before anypony reads them again because you confessed. Oh, and two others; you'll meet them later but I heavily doubt they'll be interested in assisting you. Regardless, there are no precedents being set that will need to be looked upon later. You made it quite easy to ensure you are forgotten."

"Just read the judgement!" Fox's annoyance increased, but he adopted the most smug look that he could still muster. He looked over the courtroom, making sure all those there saw his expression.

"Very well," Princess Celestia said. "I sentence you to behavioral modification."

"Wait, what?" Fox tilted his head, losing his smug expression due to what he heard, or didn't hear.

"Can the court reporter please read back my statement?" asked Celestia, as if she couldn't be troubled to say the brief judgement again.

"Very well," the mare typing away the report read, "I sentence you to behavioral modification."

"I didn't mean repeat it!" said Fox. "That's it? One sentence of a sentence? What does it even
mean?"

"Do you know what behavior means, accused?" asked Celestia, leaning forward as if talking to a foal.

"Of course I do!" answered Fox.

"And do you know what modify means?" asked Celestia.

"Yes!" Fox rolled his eyes. "You're not sending me to that Friendship School your last pupil set up are you? Because if you do, I guarantee students and faculty will go missing."

"Then you understand what I said? Good," Celestia nodded, ignoring the rest of his statement. "Nurse Redheart, you will escort the accused to behavioral modification. Lieutenant Astraea? Please remain with Nurse Redheart as her guard and assist in any way she requests."

"Yes, Princess," Astraea nodded.

"Good," Celestia nodded. "I have an important tea party to attend with my sister, but do contact me when it is complete. I can spare at least a few minutes more for... whats-his-name, I'm sure."

"Oh, so this is what you're pulling," smirked Fox. "Pretending I'm not important? And what's the point of that? Once this all gets out, I'll get all the recognition I want and you'll just look stupid." He turned to the 'audience'. "You all must be peeved though, seeing me get off the hook with 'behavioral modification'. Maybe when I'm done with that, I'll pay you a visit just to dig in that I got off so easy."

The crowd mostly stared at him. Actually a few smirked back. That was odd. He expected them to go mad with that ruling, but they were all quite calm, like they knew something he didn't. Whatever. He'd get to laugh at them all at the end he was sure.

He turned to say something snide to Celestia instead, but she'd already teleported away. She really didn't want to deal with him. In fact, the audience was filtering out too, in the same manner one might leave a terrible theater performance before it was over. It was like a concentrated effort to make him feel unimportant.

So he made a concentrated effort to be amused by it. He almost succeeded.

"And why is a nurse escorting me to punishment?" Fox asked Redheart instead, trying to sit straight but wobbling a bit. "Is this going to get kinky?"

"We're escorting you to..." a guard started.

"Please," interrupted Redheart. "Refrain from saying anything that might... lower his enthusiasm. But can we please get a teleport? I would... rather get this over with so I can get home. Never cared for this kind of duty."

"No march of shame?" chuckled Fox. "I want to see my adoring crowds!"

"Cute," Redheart sounded neutral about his humor. "Humor is often an effective way to playing off one's fear. I get that sometimes with patients when I give them a fatal diagnosis."

"I've fully accepted my 'diagnosis'," scoffed Fox.

"I tell you what," Redheart said. "Say that again when we're done."

"I will," Fox glared at her.

"Hey Steel?" Astraea said to a nearby unicorn guard. "You know where we're going, right? Want to give us a teleport."

"Yeah sure," the stallion guard nodded. "But don't expect me to stick around. That's the last thing I need to see."

An instant later they were somewhere else. This wasn't strange; Fox had become accustomed to this sort of treatment. They rarely walked anywhere, as if they were hiding him from the outside. Well they wouldn't be able to hide him for much longer.

Wait, what? Where in Tartarus was he?

It looked like a hospital room, possibly one meant for operations, but certainly not one given the best upkeep. The tile floor and walls seemed sterile and it was well-lit aside from one flickering light, but otherwise wasn't the quality one expected in Canterlot.

There was a single table for a patient to lie on during operations, but the padding was stiff and mostly missing, revealing much of the rough metal beneath. There was an empty tray for hospital tools next to it, with several drawers in a cabinet beneath it that could have held anything.

"Let's get you on the table and strap you in," instructed Redheart after Steel teleported away, leaving the two and Astraea behind for their business.

"Is there where I'm supposed to cooperate?" asked Fox, more dumbfounded than anything else at the location and directions. "Are you having a laugh trying to scare me?"

"I don't know, am I laughing?" asked Redheart. She wasn't; she was annoyingly calm in the situation. "You can wriggle if you want but it will only delay the inevitable."

He rolled his eyes as Redheart and Astraea hefted him from the wheelchair together onto the hard table. At first he didn't expect them to go so far with this scare attempt to strap him in, but once he was on the table, Astraea went to work. One at a time, Fox's limbs were unhitched from the prison straps and strapped securely to the sides of the table instead.

Astraea yanked on the straps as hard as she could, feeling as if she was cutting off circulation. He felt the tattered cloth dig at his ankles, but didn't give them the satisfaction of a complaint. Once done with that, Astraea removed his prison uniform, cutting it off of him with a knife so to remove it without having to unbind him.

"You cut off circulation," Redheart told Astraea with a somewhat motherly tone, moving around to loosen the leg straps ever so slightly.

"I'm not exactly a medical professional." Astraea shrugged.

"No, but you are a professional in the treatment of restrained criminals," Redheart reprimanded.

"Saw-we," Astraea said, sounding like a filly scolded by her mother but not actually sorry.

Fox couldn't comprehend a nurse having concern for someone like him, so he assumed it to be mocking concern. He had to assume that, because sincere concern was even more annoying to consider.

"This is stupid," Fox shook his head. "I deserve a real trial. What about all these precious laws you dumb fucks follow?"

"My understanding is that all laws have been followed," Redheart explained as a teacher would to an especially stupid foal. "You've already made a full confession, so no trial is necessary and Princess Celestia reserves the right to make a simple judgement. Honestly the fact that she took you to any sort of courtroom at all shows how very proper she is. Equestria is a principality after all. She doesn't technically have to follow even her own rules."

"Why should she waste taxpayer money on a full trial for an unimportant criminal anyway?" laughed Astraea.

"Unimportant?!" demanded Fox. "Oh come on, drop the act. I know what you're all trying to pull and it won't work. You have to know it's all going to come out in the end!"

"I appreciate you being here, but please stick to guarding, Astraea," said Redheart. "If this creature manages to pose a threat at least. And yes, criminal, you are unimportant. Princess Celestia knows you want attention. You want to go down in history for your deeds. So that is exactly what is not going to happen. There's no law against telling a kind lie to the family of the deceased so they will not suffer the trauma you were hoping to inflict upon them. Nor is there one against not advising how a criminal is punished or even that they exist. Now do you mind if I continue?"

Fox had nothing to say. He just stared at her. He'd never had a mare talk back to him in that way. Of course, they were usually the one tied up during these conversations.

"I'll take that as affirmative," Redheart nodded.

"This is stupid," Fox shook his head. "This isn't behavioral modification or whatever. Just drop the act and let me up!"

"I'm sorry," Redheart said calmly. "Do you feel your rights have been infringed? You're welcome to file a complaint after I complete my part of your modification."

"Where's the Princess?" Fox shouted. He refused to believe he was unimportant enough for her to have actually gone to tea time. "Or someone in charge!"

"I'm going to ask you to lower your voice," said Redheart. "I assure you that this hospital is abandoned and there is no one to hear you aside from those you see here. The Princess already explained that she is busy and I'm sure she had no desire to see this. Hating you doesn't make her a sadist."

Fox quieted down, if only because he had no idea what to say now. It didn't seem he'd succeed in agitating this annoying cunt anyway. It was infuriating; he wasn't used to being locked in a room with females and not be the one in control.

"Quiet now? Thank you," Redheart said. "We'll continue and I assure you I will follow all proper orders and procedures to the letter."

"You're just trying to intimidate me," Fox rolled his eyes. "It must really clog her shriveled old cunt to find someone she can't intimidate just by existing. Now unstrap me and get me to where I'm actually supposed to go."

"It's not my job to intimidate you, Mister Quill," said Redheart. "Nor do I particularly want to, but I suspect you will be when I do this."

Redheart opened the top drawer of the cabinet, which contained two large tools, each of which she placed atop the cabinet instead. The first looked almost like large pliers with a separate clamp and bladed portions. It had a ratchet on the handle to lock it in a closed position. The second were smaller pliers which had four prongs on the end in a square configuration. Next to that was placed a dish full of thick green rubber bands. Neither seemed top-of-the-line, and he could swear he saw a bit of rust forming about the handles.

"W-what are those?" Fox stammered.

"I'm sure you realize what they are," said Redheart. "Or at least what they are for. The first is an emasculator, which will be used to remove the testes, the second is an elastrator, which I've been directed to use for the removal of the penis."

"Still feel on top of the situation?" asked Astraea with the same smile she’d wore the whole fucking time.

Fox didn't answer, but Redheart was right. He hadn't remembered the names but it clicked what they were for, and what was about to happen, as soon as she put them on the table. But such things were only used when a stallion had medical conditions that required the removal. Surely not.

"I've been given very explicit instructions on what to do here," explained Redheart. "The first is discretion, but I'm used to that. I'm generally the one Princess Celestia calls in cases that require medical intervention, even if it's not typically this kind. I'm not from Canterlot, so I guess it's easier for me to take care of things here without being noticed."

"A-are you serious?" Fox stammered again.

"She did say you were alarmingly unintelligent for an alchemist," sighed Redheart, her tone that of a casual observation. "But luckily I haven't been ordered to explain everything because I can't afford enough giant crayons to spell it out for you. It's better if we just get on with it, don't you think? Learn from experience?"

"She can't order that!" Fox cried out. "That's not a legit punishment! For what I did I should be beheaded!"

"You really are strange," Redheart commented in the same way as she might point out an odd hat on a passerby. "You would rather die than live without your little penis? But let's ask the criminal expert. Astraea?"

"There's no mention of castration in the legal code," smirked Astraea. "But the rules for allowable behavioral modification are pretty open ended."

"But this isn't right!" Fox complained. "What I wanted was..."

"A public spectacle that you could get off on," Redheart finished for him; they had him figured out more than he'd assumed. "We've been over this. But instead you're going to be deprived of your most prized possession and live without it forever in a dark place, alone with no attention. Well... not alone technically, but it won't be the type of attention you desire."

She waited to see if Fox responded, but he only stared as he tried to think of anything to say. It was unlike him to be at a loss for words.

"If you're lucky," Redheart continued. "Nightfall's family will never know you existed, nor will almost everyone else. You'll be forgotten except for a few official court documents that will literally rot before somepony looks at them again. I certainly hope you listened this time because I won't go through that explanation again."

Fox stared at Redheart, mind still grinding for something smart to say, but came up with a blank slate. She casually washed her hooves with a sink in the corner before gloving up and putting on a mask, giving him time to respond, but his mind was dry. Redheart finished, passing a medical mask to Astraea to put on as well before she looked back at Fox.

"Nothing else?" Redheart asked. "Well, I don't suppose it matters if there is. Let's begin. Or prepare to begin at least." She sighed. "The Princess ordered that to increase sensitivity I am to... bring you to orgasm. With my own vagina, no less, that creates the most sensitivity for various magical reasons I'm sure you already know about."

"W-what?" Fox asked, but his mind immediately latched onto the opportunity to get something over on this bitch. "Yeah sure she ordered that. You just wanted to ride my fat cock. Well enjoy having a go at the dick that fucked that little foal to death!"

"Please," Redheart rolled her eyes, opening up the nearby drawer again. "As if I would let my vagina come anywhere near that... thing."

Redheart tugged an elongated hunk of floppy silicon from the drawer and moved between his legs with it. It took him a while to realize it was a fleshlight just because it was such an incredibly cheap one. Most such toys at least tried to look like a pussy, but this one was more or less a hole drilled in elongated plastic material. As she brought it to his tip, he realized it wasn't even particularly soft; he could have a more relaxing time with his own hooves.

"I thought she said to do it with your own pussy, slut," growled Fox. "So climb up and do what your precious princess told you to!"

"I bought this myself," said Redheart, her voice remaining even. "Thus it is a ‘pussy’ that I own, and fits the order. As this will be the last orgasm of your life, I suggest you to enjoy it as best as you could." she said as she lowered the toy towards him.

The dry toy would barely go over his tip even when she forced it down, so she pulled a bottle of clear fluid from the drawer as well. She popped the top off and poured it into the other end of the tube, and he felt the cool lubricant puddle against his tip within it. She worked it up and down, and he slowly pushed inside further. His shaft throbbed in appreciation at the pressure, but even if he got off, a cold tube was more frustrating than it was satisfying.

"Bitch," muttered Fox, but strained not to take his eyes off her. He didn't want to look as ashamed as he felt. Still, his face burned, so it was probably obvious. "I have never been this peeved..."

"This isn't normal lubricant," explained Redheart, ignoring the swear. "It will enhance your sensitivity to make up for the artificial nature of this masturbatory aid, and in the end you'll be even more sensitive than if I'd demeaned myself by personally sitting on it."

"Shouldn't you be desensitizing before this?" Fox asked. The question slipped out and betrayed his worry about what was going on.

"Now, now," Redheart looked at him seriously. "I'm a medical professional. You can trust me to do what's best for you. If it makes you feel better though, I absolutely will not 'get off' on your suffering. I know not getting off to suffering is a difficult concept for you to grasp."

"Desensitizing?" scoffed Astraea with a giggle. "Then you'd miss out on a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Few can say they've suffered as much as you will."

"Sadistic," Redheart rolled her eyes. "Just don't let me catch you masturbating over there. Or I'll reassign your gender just so I can castrate you too."

“Reassign my gender? Brings back memories.” commented Astraea quietly to herself.

It probably wasn't a serious threat, but everything Redheart did frightened to Fox. The fleshlight squished up and down his length, one end smacking his body with each long stroke. The lube did what she said, and it became difficult to hold back even though this cheap-ass toy would never get him off in a normal situation. He clenched his teeth, determine to hold it in as long as possible, because he knew that meant moving to the next step.

"You know, I always advise my patients," Redheart said with a kind, if bored, tone. Maybe she was serious, but he could only hear her as mocking. "You shouldn't try to delay vital medial procedures. Dragging it out will only make it less pleasant. But fine. I'll get some of my other tools ready while you grit your teeth."

Redheart continued moving the fleshlight over his length with one hoof, but with so little emotion she may as well have been scrubbing dishes clean. Her other front hoof she used to pull more out of the nearby drawers. She tugged out several surgical knives and what looked like magitech sheers. There was also a bottle of pills, but he doubted they were sedatives.

After moving out the tools, Redheart sighed in frustration, looking into the other end of the fleshlight with one eye as if examining a clogged pipe. As for him, his eyes were locked on all those sharp blades and tools near him on the table, hyperventilating at the thought of what they were prepared for. Even with the sensitizing gel and constant movement, he was having trouble keeping it up.

"You seem to be having trouble," Redheart observed. "Do you often experience difficulty maintaining an erection with consenting mares? You should have provided details like erectile dysfunction when asked about your medical history so we could prepare for this." She spoke like a mother scolding a colt for having too much pie.

"You really expect me to keep it up right now?!" Fox shrieked without meaning to, forgetting to hide his panic.

"Fine, we'll prepare more while we wait," Redheart's constant disappointment in his performance was starting to be the worst part of this. "Astraea? Could you come over here?"