Hushed whispers and laughing could be heard from the crowd as the blue unicorn was finally led onto the stage that was hastily constructed on Ponyville’s marketplace the previous day.
On it a small group of ponies were already gathered. Mayor Mare was standing next to Twilight, both of them currently thanking Big Mac for his expertly done woodwork on the stage and a certain other wooden apparatus on top of it.
All three of them turned around as Mac’s sister Applejack strutted over to them, a lasso held firmly with her teeth dragging the aforementioned unicorn along.
As the small procession arrived at the center, Twilight‘s horn started glowing, a purple magical aura grabbing the blindfold taking the other unicorns vision, pulling it off carefully as to not accidentally dislodge the Magic Null ring firmly slid to the base of the mare’s own horn.
Meanwhile the Mayor had stepped to the front, clearing her throat before addressing the gathered townsponies below her.
“Attention Ponyville! As you all know we are gathered here today to pass judgement over the unicorn mare knows as Trixie Lulamoon, who tried to forcefully establish her own kingdom, ruling as a tyrant and seceding our little town from the Equestrian empire. All of that while enslaving all of you and banishing on of our dearest friends who thankfully managed to end her rule thanks to her own abilities and the help of her friends.”
At that a loud wave of stomps and chears emitted from the crowd, who due to the scope of the trial consisted of nearly all of Ponyville’s citizens and took up most of the central square.
Mayor Mare waited a few moments before beckoning for silence and continuing. “Due to the scale of these charges we have to look at Equestria’s ancient monarchic codex as our current common law does not even know an act as heinous as treason.
Therefore the punishment will not consist of merely a fine or short custodial sentence but will rather be focused on redemption through the means of corporal punishment.
As you may know, in ancient times attempts at forming new empires within Celestia’s dominion were not uncommon and in many cases these incidents could not be settled without bloodshed. Because of this the leader’s of such uproars were sentenced to counter the loss of innocent lives by producing new ones with their own bodies, sired by the very ponies they tried to subdue.”
All the while the unicorn in question was getting visibly more uncomfortable as realization on the nature of the punishment slowly dawned on her. Since her second defeat at the hooves of her nemesis Twilight Sparkle she had spent more time plotting a new revenge plan than thinking about the consequences of her previous one. She had reckoned to get away with only some minor inconveniences, a stern talking or maybe one of these ominous letters to the Princess. This was definitely in another league.
In hindsight she really should have asked for a lawyer.
Sighing, she eyed the machinery next to her. Wooden stocks, brand new and carved from a fallen apple tree, with a central hole for a pony’s neck and two smaller ones on each side, just the right size for a foreleg.
She snapped back to the Mayor’s speech just in time to hear her announce the final verdict.
“As my position as elected Mayor of this town grants me, I hereby sentence the Unicorn Trixie Lulamoon, found guilty of treason and conspiracy against Ponyville and Equestria, to serve this town’s population, stallion or mare, in whichever way they want, until she has compensated the town for her crimes by delivering one litter of foals to it’s citizens.”
Wait, a litter? Had she missed something while zoning out? Ponies don’t reproduce like cats, they don’t carry a litter. Twins maybe, but certainly not more. Maybe the Mayor had misspoken, meaning a single foal instead, which still meant her punishment lasting a whole eleven months.
Her thoughts were cut short when the orange mare tugged at the rope, pulling her over to the wooden stocks. A purple glow once again emitted from Twilight’s horn, lifting the upper part of the punishment tool, before Trixie was forcefully pressed into the cut out holes by the big earth pony stallion. Glaring at him she vainly tried to power up her horn for the umpteenth time before the lavender unicorn closed her bindings, attaching a magic lock to the side, locking Trixie in her wooden prison.
The preparations were apparently not done yet, as another pony entered the stage, this one a white Unicorn which Trixie remembered was called Rarity. In her magic aura she was carrying an assortment of tools, looking like she came straight from a bondage convention.
Before Trixie could even protest her hind legs were spread apart and a spread bar was fixated between them, cold metal shackles holding her hooves in place. Next was a leather tail wrap that levitated over and was quickly woven around the base of her tail just over her dock, before being attached to a lug over her head, a string pulling her tail, which was previously clamped over her nether regions, straight up in the air, revealing her marehood and anus to the jeering and whistling crowd.
Before she even had time to think about her embarrassing state her thoughts were distracted by Rarity walking around her, inspecting her work with a satisfied nod before coming to her front, magically forcing a huge ring gag into her mouth, pressing her tongue down and stretching her maw painfully wide open, electing a gurgling sound of protest from the bound mare, accompanied by a flow of saliva.
Last was a strange looking amulet, not too different from the red alicorn amulet that had caused this whole mess in the first place. As it was placed around her neck, Trixie could spot a small red crystal heart, embedded in the middle of the medallion, with strange runes carved in the metal surrounding it, looking almost like little tadpoles heading for the stone in the center.
As soon as the attached chain touched her neck, she could feel the amulet’s magic power, flowing through her whole body, spreading warmth in a few certain areas that were at full display at the moment. Trixie could feel a blush rising in her cheeks as she felt her vagina quickly getting wet, the heat radiating through her whole uterus. She closed her eyes in shame as she felt the first wink of her clit, again earning a vocal response from her audience.
“Whaach ih chach ching?” She desperately tried to ask through the metal ring in her mouth, turning her head to glare at Twilight.
“This, Trixie, is an ancient artefact brought here directly from the Royal Canterlot History Museum just for this occasion,” the purple mare answered. “It was used by the old unicorn tribes in various fertility rituals and will aid you in your challenge to redeem yourself.
It was enchanted with a variety of spells, the most powerful ones ensuring that your estrus starts right now no matter your natural heat cycle and keeps going for the duration of your punishment. Furthermore it interacts with your ovaries, prompting them to produce and release new eggs constantly. Your body also gets told to alter it’s hormone production to ensure that it prepares it’s important parts for the task at hoof. Your digestive tract also gets a little revamp since your food intake from now on will be rather monotonous and viscous. And a paternity mark spell will grant stallions the ability to make sure that their task was finished successfully.
Oh and it also makes your pussy wet.”
Trixie’s expression dropped further and further as she listened to Twilight’s rambling. This was not good at all. They were going to breed her like a filthy animal. No, worse! No animal could even get pregnant in such a way. How the amulet was supposed to make it possible for her was a mystery to Trixie but she had no doubt it would be less than pleasant.
Already she could feel the other effects starting to show, her stomach rumbling, her uterus and ovaries shifting in entirely unnatural ways. Not to mention a strange pulling sensation in her crotchboobs, almost as if they were being pulled down by gravity.
Desperately she strained against her bindings, flailing her forehooves and ordering the ponies in front of her to release the Great and Powerful Trixie this instant, though nothing more than angry gargling sounds came out of her mouth.
Seeing as their job was done, Twilight and her friends left the stage, leaving the Mayor and an already aroused looking Big Mac behind.
Once more the elderly mare addressed the gather ponies. “Now that everything is prepared, we shall commence with the punishment. To honour Big Macintosh’s efforts in building these wooden constructions on such a short notice, he will be awarded the privilege to go first. After he has chosen a hole, all of you are free to follow him and carry out your duties as Equestria’s citizens as well. Please form an orderly line at the base of the stairs and don’t forget, there is no rush, our convict isn’t going anywhere.”
Something Something Big Mac
Under the cheering and applause of the onlookers the Mayor cleared the stage for Big Mac and the now stilled and visibly frustrated unicorn. The red earth pony slowly circled his prize, inspecting all possible entrances before stopping at her backside. Trixie’s eyes widened as she suddenly felt a soft tongue diving between her slick folds, slowly licking upwards before withdrawing again. A small gasp escaped her mouth and she felt her heated vulva wink once again, which Big Mac immediately took as an opportunity to lick and suckle on her now exposed clit. This time the moan from her mouth was much louder and she desperately wished for the ring gag to disappear so she could clamp her stupid mouth shut.
The stallion behind her turned a bit lower, eyeing her teats before lightly sucking on her left nipple. The sensation was once again overwhelming, a wave of pleasure running through her whole body, letting her fur stand on end.
What was happening? Her teats were never this sensitive, not even during a particularly bad estrus. They also never felt so big before, especially since Trixie was at the lower end of the spectrum when it came to cup size. Now though they felt swelling, ready to feed a hungry mouth.
Before she could dwell further on her newfound udders she heard and felt the stallion behind her pull away before rearing up on his hind legs, resting his front ones on top of the stockings with a loud bang of his hooves.
A second later his penis slapped onto her back. Trixie’s eyes shot wide open. He was huge! And not just compared to other species, even for a pony he was massive, definitely living up to his name. Paired with his earth pony strength and stamina, she could only imagine what was about to come.
His rod was now resting on her fur, easily reaching up over half her back. She could feel him drag himself slowly back down, leaving a dark trail of pre on her blue fur. Finally his dick reached the end, sliding down her plot before coming to a rest directly in front of her vagina, slightly bobbing up and down.
Easing it forward, his tip pressed against her marehood, sending another shiver through the Unicorn. For the first time she could make a guess about his girth. He wasn’t even flared and yet it felt like there was no way he was ever going to fit. As he started applying more pressure, Trixie desperately tried to fight back, clenching her folds shut tightly. But her magically controlled body had other plan, betraying her mind and letting her pussy wink against Big Mac’s flare. His erection immediately sank into Trixie, the mare crying out loud at the sudden stretching of her love canal.
The stallion clearly enjoyed the show himself if his hard as a rock member was any indication. Meanwhile Mac began to make his way further in, stretching the mare wider and wider with his tapered horse cock.
Trixie mind was racing, desperately trying to figure out how to fit the stallion in her backside, wondering just how long he really was. A sudden bump against her lips made her panic once again. That was his medial ring, he was just halfway in! Meanwhile Mac strained against the sudden obstacle, applying more and more pressure until his medial ring finally slipped right past Trixie’s folds with a satisfying *plop*.
With the entrance now fully widened there was nothing restricting his advance and with all the pressure he had built up he slid in the rest of the way in one fluid motion, his crotch resting against her backside and his balls smacking against her desperately winking clit with a lewd slap.
This proved to much for the unicorn mare, a lowd moan sounding from her mouth as her whole body convulsed before a huge gust of marecum shot out around Big Mac’s cock, splattering his crotch and dripping on the floor below. Her mind went completely blank as her aching vagina rippled and milked the penis inside, trying everything to coax out the precious seed inside it.
The stallion however was just getting started, slowing pulling out almost all the way, before ramming himself in properly for the first time, his ring sliding in without much effort. Now he could also feel her innermost barrier, his tip mashing right against her cervix, the pain rousing Trixie from her post-orgasmic stupor.
Hanging limp over her bindings, she was rocked back and forth by the stallion, who was penetrating now his mare at full speed, his ballsack slapping against Trixie’s clit and crotchtits over and over again. Faster and faster he went, clearly straining to hold on and use the opportunity as long as possible.
Finally her last barrier gave way to the constant poking and Trixie could only weakly moan as Big Mac’s cock sank in the last few centimeters, this dick now resting completely inside the tight, velvet walls.
Snorting, he pulled out one last time, before ramming in with full force, Trixie’s barrel being pressed against the wooden hole. He slid down with his front hooves, resting atop the much smaller mare, whose legs were straining to bear the sudden additional weight. Following his instincts the stallion bit down on her neck, holding her in place as he readied himself.
Trixie could feel everything. His tip flaring up deep inside her, sealing the entrance to keep all his baby batter inside. His shaft expanding even more, his pulsing veins and the pumping sensation as his cum shot from his balls through his dick. Her wall gripping him tightly again, keeping him inside and coaxing him to relieve himself inside her.
Then it happened. Rope after rope of thick, potent stallion seed poured inside her, filling her womb to the brim. The sensation was overwhelming. Time lost all meaning as the world around her blurred, her eyes rolling back, her back arching as she came with him, her vagina pumping furiously around his member. All the consequences, all the humiliation were washed away by the torrent of their mixed fluids, her insides reaching maximum capacity and flowing around Mac’s cock, splattering on to the wooden boards, quickly drying and sealing the gaps, allowing the following bursts to form a huge white puddle.
After what seemed like an eternity senses returned to the abused magician, just in time so she could feel the earth pony slowly sliding out of her, still far from going soft. With another *plop* he was out, leaving her abused hole gaping, still dripping with both of their juices. In the distance she could hear the orange country mare from before cheer something about another little sister but she was distracted by something else, a new sensation she could feel through her exhaustion. A warm tingle on her belly made her remember the paternity mark spell placed on her and though she could not see it from her position, just in that moment a huge green apple appeared on one side, glowing faintly in the sunlight.
She returned her focus to her first “customer”, who was currently holding a pen in his mouth, marking her right ass cheek with a tally, before giving it a firm slap with his hoof, leaving a red spank mark and getting a shrill *eek* from the unicorn before walking of the stage.
Slowly letting her view wander over the buzzing and clearly aroused crowd, realization dawned on Trixie. This was the first pony. She had a whole town to go.
