The Gallows

by Nightprincessluna

Rating: mature
Tags: Gore, Original Character, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Dark, Fetish, Royal Guard, Porn, Sex, Profanity, Non-consensual, Violence, Death
Length: 4917

Ivory Shield does illegal and immoral things to the freshly hung corpses of several ponies.

Ivory Shield gets worked up over the corpses of several of Equestria's foes while dragging them from the gallows to a corpse wagon. molestation and necrophilla follow.
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Published 2019-06-29 17:20:01 UTC
Last updated 2019-06-29 17:20:01 UTC

Chapter 1

Equestria had won yet another battle, the prisoners had been rounded up at the gallows and hung without so much as a proper trial. It was a grim sight, their bodies left hanging from the end of the ropes. The gallows was one of the most effective ways to kill off prisoners on mass, but there was one minor problem with it, and that was the fact that somebody had to pull the bodies down and move them to a wagon to be burned or buried.

This was the job of Ivory Shield, as he was one of the newest recruits into the Royal Equestrian Army, and they wanted to get him used to the sight of dead bodies. Also, they all knew that the job sucked, and because he was low rank there was nothing he could do to argue against his higher ups.

Thankfully, it seemed that it was only these five he needed to clean up today. The number of executions was fairly low because Equestria was not big on handing out the death penalty without a really good reason. All of these ponies were of different builds, and as they had been hung in their armour, it seemed they were from different parts of the army too.

Three earth ponies, a pegasus and a unicorn. The unicorn was the first one that really drew his attention as he stepped towards the gallows. He was a young man, around Ivory’s age, and he almost had the same fairly meek build as well. Neither of them had really had the chance to work their bodies into perfect shape yet, and now this young unicorn was never going to get the chance to do so.

He wondered, briefly, what it was that this unicorn had done in order to get himself hung like this. Normally it was only officers and higher ups that had to fear the gallows, but this unicorn was clearly no more hen a Sargent at most.

Ivory sat down at the edge of the gallows, just in front of the trap door where the unicorn had fallen through. Right now, he felt like stopping for lunch, and nobody was going to stop him. As he calmly unpacked his sandwich, he slowly cast his eyes over his unlucky counterpart, realizing that his crimes did not matter, either way he had gotten a rope around his neck.

And he had not passed peacefully either. Much like Ivory he was wearing lighter leather army belonging to light infantry, that and his light frame had led to a rather unfortunate set of circumstances, as the gallows was normally used for hanging large ponies in full armour, where their necks would snap and they would pass on quickly.

This poor unicorn had not had the fortune of having that happen. His green eyes were bulging and bloodshot, filled with terror, foam still stained his cheek and his face was still locked in a death mask of gritted teeth and shock.

The rope had taken his life slowly, and he had fought for it every step of the way before finally falling and going still. His neck was ringed by a dark purple bruise and a series of scratch marks that had trickled blood before his heart had stopped pumping it, clearly he had attempted to pull the rope away from his neck.

Normally the hands were tied behind the back before the trap door was opened to prevent things like this from happening, so either he had managed to slip his bonds, or they had really, really hated him for whatever terrible crime it was he had carried out.

Ivory took a bite out of his oat sandwich, chewing it down as he looked over the male with a faint smile on his face, picturing his feet kicking frantically as his fingers clawed at his throat and the life slowly left him. In his final moments he must have been so scared.

The nails on his fingers were stained with his own blood from where he had clawed at his neck, but his feet were… Well, his feet were in perfect condition. The white skin had not been affected much by bloodloss, which might have been why all the royal guards, including himself, had a spell cast on them to make their skin white.

Ivory did not care about that at the moment however, the stallion’s skin could have been any colour it wanted and his feet would still be in perfect shape. Ivory took time to take care of his body, but this stallion looked like he had taken hours!

He set down his sandwich on the gallow, then ducked down into the trap door to get a closer look at his feet. They were so dainty, perfect white flesh ending in perfect little toes, and he had painted his toenails a deep shade of blue!

Oh, if this stallion had not been an enemy of the empire, he would have loved for him to still be alive, they could have swapped advice back and forth about nail polish and paint, and the best way to take care of their feet while in the army!

After taking a moment to make sure nobody was watching him, he slowly moved his muzzle down and pressed it against the feminine stallion’s feet, taking a deep sniff.

They smelled amazing, well, amazing considering he had been wearing boots in active combat, then died. He would totally need to find out where this stallion’s boots had been sent once he was done here, they would totally fit him and it would feel so amazing to know they had belonged to feet as amazing as these.

Before he could stop himself, his tongue slowly slid out of his mouth and pressed against the top part of his foot, before he dragged it upwards, smearing saliva all over the foot of the dead stallion.

Oh, how he would have loved to stay here and keep kissing these amazing feet for just a little while longer, but he had work to do!

He slowly climbed to his feet, brushing the dirt away from his trousers before climbing out of the hole beneath the trap door. After this, he quickly finished eating his sandwich and took out a short sword to begin cutting down the bodies.

Besides the feminine stallion that he seemed to have so much in common with, the rest of the ponies were of fairly normal builds, apart from one of the earth ponies who was built like a brick outhouse and looked like he would have been able to tear Ivory in half without even trying.

That, and the pegasus, who was thin and light to allow for better movement while flying. He decided that he was going to start with the pegasus as they were light and would be easier to carry.

His sword fly through the air, whistling slightly before it collided with the rope, easily cutting through it and sending the dead body crashing through the hole beneath the trap door. For some reason both their wings were sticking out to the side, and on the way down they got caught in the trap door and sent a cloud of feathers everywhere before he hit the dusty ground below with a soft thud.

Ivory let out a soft sigh and put his sword back in its sheath, hopping down to drag the body out from beneath the gallows. As expected, the near hollow bones and light build of the pegasus made dragging them easily. He used the bit of rope that was left over from cutting the noose, using it much like a leash, if you happened to be using a leash on a dead dog.

Of course, this was not the way that one was meant to carry bodies, but he enjoyed carrying them like this because it made the rope dig into their neck. He really wished that he had been there to watch the execution, maybe as a guard or something, but normally the guards at executions were far higher up then him, as they had to know how to deal with crowds of ponies that could riot at any moment.

It was one of the things that was driving him through the ranks so quickly. He really wanted to get up to the higher ranks so that he could help with the many hangings, or maybe get out on the front line himself and lynch some people in the field.

He shuddered softly, shaking the thoughts from his head as quickly as they had entered it. That was very unprofessional of him, he needed to keep focused on work. Suddenly, he realized that he was at the corpse wagon, his little trip was over.

With a sigh, he turned back to the corpse that he had dragged all this way and looked over it. The stallion was wearing tight fitting leather armour over every inch of his body that showed off the powerful muscles beneath. He needed to strip this armour off so that it could be stripped down for materials in the war effort.

This stallion, despite his also light build, had bones that had far weaker joints holding them together. They could crash into things no problem, but the moment the slightest bit of pulling force was applied, their bones snapped apart with ease.

He had died in a far more peaceful fashion to the other pony that Ivory had looked over. His eyes were half lidded, his face slack, almost like he had fallen asleep rather then been hung.

Ivory bent over and begin feeling around for the claps that held the pegasus’ armour on. Maybe as he did so, his hands wandered and begin to feel over his muscles, but nobody was watching so that did not matter.

Even though he was dead, all his muscles were still hard like rock. Damn, he was starting to get a little excited. He shook his head from side to side in an attempt to clear it, then ripped open the shirt beneath the armour.

Yes. He was most certainly as hard as a rock now, and so were this stallion’s muscles! Why could he not have muscles like that? Why did he have to be stuck with this feminine form?

As he stared over the chiselled form of the stallion before him, he noticed that his nipples were stiff, standing up tall. Suddenly, a realization dawned on him, and his member throbbed softly within his pants. He knew why the stallion’s wings were sticking out now! It was not because of rigour mortis, it was because the cheeky slut had been getting off while he had been hanging.

Fucking hell, this was really hot. He tossed the stallion’s clothing into a pile next to the wagon, ready to be taken away, then moved onto removing his trousers. Just as expected, the tight leather pants had a noticeable bulge in them that he had failed to notice before. He had no idea how he had failed to notice it before, but suddenly a new sense of excitement overtook him.

He quickly pulled down the trousers of the pegasus exposing the white boxer… And holy fuck! The slut had managed to get off while he had been hanging, his pants were stained with a fluid of some kind. He had a suspicion what it was, and his hands reached forward, pulling down his boxer shorts and moving them down his muscular legs as quickly as possible.

As he worked at getting them over the powerful, musclier legs, things only got even more complicated, as the moment it was able, his massive and fully erect cock sprang free from out of his pants and smacked wetly against his belly, before attempting to stand up straight into the air.
Ivory’s eyes flew wide as he took in the sight of the massive, practically drooling as he took in the sight of the massive and fully erect length. It was… amazing.

The stallion kept working the boxers down lower, until he was moving them over the pegasus’ feet. As expected for a pegasus, his feet were also perfect as pegasi normally flew everywhere anyway.

He moved his head down and slowly dragged a lick up one of their left feet, moaning softly as his tongue pressed into their supple flesh, making his member jam even tighter against the inside of his trousers, making him groan softly before he slowly settled in next to them, sitting against the side of the corpse wagon as he lay the dead stallion’s feet out across his lap, one of them “accidentally” pressing against his crotch as he looked over the other foot with a grin.

His eyes scanned over the foot slowly, taking in every detail of it. The flesh was so soft, well tended to, and had clearly never been used for much hard marching. They were much bigger then the feet of the dead unicorn, at least a size nine or ten, where as the other unicorn’s feet had only been a size seven.

Not that he knew how to measure foot size by eye or anything. He pressed the soft sole of his foot to the side of his cheek, rubbing the side of his face against the soft flesh with a shudder.

His fingers begin to work over the soft flesh, digging softly into it and working along it as if he was attempting to remove the tension from it, even though he was a corpse.

It was turning him on so much, his member twitching softly against the inside of his trousers as he leaned back against the wagon with a soft gasp. Fucking hell, he could not risk being caught like this. He was being so stupid. This was so risky!

And by Celestia did it excite him. He was so aroused and now he had a visible and very stiff bulge in his pants… It was time to get back to work. He shuddered, standing up slowly and trying to to ignore his penis as it strained roughly against the inside of his pants.

He lifted up the corpse slowly, struggling even though the pegasus was evolved to be light. After several seconds of trying however, he managed to dump the naked corpse into the wagon. Now it was time to tend to the others.

The short walk back to the gallows was made really difficult by the fact that his cock was impossibly hard and felt like it was going to snap in half he did not do anything about it.

He had taken enough time to do this however. He needed to get a move on or he would end up getting in trouble with the captain again. Ivory removed his sword and quickly begin to move through the corpses one by one, cutting them down as quickly as he was able while trying to ignore all the sexy body he was knocking down to the floor.

He slowly dragged the bodies out and dumped them all in a pile with a soft shudder, trying his best not to look over them as he slowly stripped them down. Now that he had finished with the pegasus and mostly finished with the unicorn, all that remained was the earth ponies.

One of them was a fairly normal build for a pony, one was absolutely massive in size and stature, and the final one was fairly well built. He really hated having to carry earth ponies. They did not have the light builds of unicorns, or the light bones and bodies of pegasi, they were really annoying to move and their muscles made him so hard that it hurt.

He started with the largest one, who had been wearing a steel breast plate and chainmail leggings. He had almost certainly been in the heavy infantry. With his weight, his neck had snapped instantly upon dropping, but despite this, he still had an angry, defiant expression on his face, as if he had died hating and trying to give one last hurrah as the life left him.

Of course it had done nothing to save him, and he had died like all the rest. Ivory fiddled around until he found a set of leather straps that held the armor on, undoing them and dumping the armour in a pile.

It did not even seem like he had needed the metal armour. Beneath it he was built like a brick wall, his six pack was so solid that it looked like it would be able to stop a spear.

And from the multiple scars and markings that covered his body, it looked like they had at least once. He was shocked that this stallion had managed to make it to the gallows with the amount of scars that covered his muscle clad body.

Those muscles were…

Ivory tried to ignore them, pulling off his trousers and… Staring at the massive bulge beneath them. This stallion had clearly enjoyed the feeling of his life leaving him as well, and by Luna was it a big bulge. He bet that if they had of met on the battlefield, the stallion would have choked the life out of him, then split him apart on that cock.

He pulled down his boxers and tossed them into the pile as well, trying to ignore the massive cock that was flopping around, struggling to stand under its weight. He dragged his eyes away from it, which was hard enough. Instead he stared down at the stallion’s feet, and it seemed like he had finally managed to find somepony who had not kept them soft and perfect.

The stallion’s feet looked like they had suffered just as much from all the wars the stallion had been through as the rest of him. The skin was hardened to the point it was almost like leather, and he had a large scar running up the centre of his left foot.

He certainly would have loved to know the story behind that. If this stallion had been still alive, he would have loved to look after those massive feet for him. They were at least a size twelve and Ivory was already thinking of all the fun he could have had with them.

His head moved forward, pressing his muzzle into the bottom of his foot as he took a deep sniff, a whorish moan freely escaping his lips as the smell of grass, dirt and sweat assaulted his senses and made his member strain even harder against the inside of his pants.

With a groan, he slowly rose to his fee4t and brushed down his trousers once more, trying desperately to ignore just how much his penis was hurting at the moment as he hauled the body over to the wagon and begin his frantic attempts to try and throw the massive stallion into the corpse wagon.

For all the things having a massive body was good for, it was most certainly not good for being easy to load into a corpse wagon. It took him far longer to get the body in the wagon then he would have liked to admit, the large stallion weighed practically a ton and it took quite a clever bit of engineering before he finally managed to dump the stallion into the wagon.

A loud thud filled the air as the naked body fell onto the stallion he had already put within the wagon, and he winced slightly as he felt the impact that came off it. What did some of these guards eat that let them get so big? His rations certainly were not good enough to support him if he was that size.

The less well built stallion was next. There was nothing really special about him, and Ivory was in a rush to get back to his barracks so that he could go into the bathroom and beat one out. He quickly stripped the stallion down, ignoring the fact that his cock was throbbing like crazy and practically screaming out for some kind of stimulation as he lay the corpse in the wagon.

Almost there. This was the home stretch now. He practically ran back to the gallows, desperately trying to ignore his cock as it screamed out for him to stroke it. His hands desperately grabbed at the clothing of the most feminine stallion, quickly stripping them down as fast as his hands could manage.

He turned his head away from them so that he would not have to look over their feminine form as he dragged them back over to the wagon and dumped their body within it, the corpse flopping down like a broken rag doll.

His crotch was seriously hurting at this point, his member screaming out for some kind of attention, screams that he tried to ignore as he rushed back over to the gallows and looked over the body of the unicorn that he had stripped down first.

Quickly, he finished stripping it, almost having an orgasm in his pants as he did so, but he tried his best to stay focused as he dragged the dead unicorn back to the wagon and lifted their body up, ignoring the fact that their cock was also swinging about rather lewdly as he did so, and also ignoring the fact that even though they had the same build, this unicorn had a lot more penis then he did.

He threw their corpse into the cart, letting out a sigh as he finally let both hands shoot down to his crotch, trying to adjust his member so that it was no longer so painfully jammed against the inside of his pants.

As he did so, he noticed that the feminine unicorn he had just thrown into the cart had landed in such a way that his member was pressing between the cheeks of the stallion below him, almost as if they had been spooning.

He tried to ignore this as best he was able, tried to ignore the sexualised pose of the feminine unicorn, how he had sprawled out across the back of the stronger stallion beneath him, almost as if they were spooning.

Ivory attempted to ignore all of this, but as was to be expected, he totally failed in is attempts at doing so, and soon he was only, and madly stroking his bulge off while staring at them. He was doing it through his trousers, but it was still very clear what he was doing to anyone who happened to walk by.

He was fucked if he got spotted, so he may as well have been fucked while getting fucked. The stallion tore his hands away from his bulge and pulled down his trousers, finally letting his modest shaft flop free, at least within the confines of his boxers.

Those were of course, also removed quickly, letting his modest cock flop out freely against the open air as he let out a soft gasp, reaching a hand down to grasp at the base of his cock, quickly stroking it back and forth and almost flying straight over the edge into one of the most intense climaxes of his life.

After glancing around again, he was certain that nobody was coming, so he slowly climbed up into the wagon, wiggling his way between the cold dead unicorn, and the equally cold and dead stallion beneath him. His cock slid easily between the cheeks of the stallion beneath him, and he let out a shudder as he felt the cold, dead flesh hug around his member.

Meanwhile, he wiggled his hips about to try and line up the unicorn behind him, letting out a sharp gasp of pleasure as he felt the stiff, dead member slide between his cheeks, forcing a loud moan from him as his horn glowed to life, adjusting the arms of the dead stallion so that they were wrapped tightly around him, now spooned between the two slabs of stallion meat with a massive grin on his face.

He gave himself a few moments to prepare as he wrapped his arms around the lithe stallion in front of him, pushing his hips forward slowly and letting out a loud, lewd moan as the head of his member into the ass of the stallion before him, his ass offering no resistance at all as he hilted his member within it.

The cold flesh surrounded his member, making him gasp out as he pressed his hips back onto the stallion behind him, his own ass slowly spreading apart, until he let out a whorish noise as the member slowly slipped into him, his anal walls instantly starting to milk at it, attempting to bring it back up to body temperature.

Ivory was in heaven. It was the most intense pleasure he had ever felt in his life, and he begin to slowly grind his hips back and forth as his eyes rolled up in his head, spooning happily between the two dead stallions with a groan of pleasure.

His already hard member was now throbbing within the rear of the stallion beneath him. The pleasure had already been really intense, and now it was so intense that he almost had an orgasm then and there, back arching to drive him back onto the cock behind him.

Thankfully, he managed to pull himself back from the brink of climax, gasping out as his cock twitched rapidly, spraying a thick load of pre cum straight into the dead stallion beneath him. His hands dug tightly into the stallion he let out a sharp cry of pleasure.

Then he flopped forward into the back of the stallion, panting softly as he tried to recover from the afterglow of what had only nearly been a climax, and yet it had still managed to feel like one of the most intense climaxes of his life.

He groaned, panting softly as he took a few moments to recover, his whole body felt like it was made out of butter, and he was pretty sure that he was going to struggle to walk after he was done with this.

Once he had recovered, he grit his teeth and begin to drive his ass back onto the stallion behind him, the feminine unicorn’s somehow still hard cock driving into his ass and slowly picking up speed as he let out a series of soft moans and whorish noises, sounding more like a mare then a stallion.

Meanwhile, his cock kept ploughing forward, driving rapidly in and out of the ass of the stallion beneath him, which stayed limp, nothing more then a cold tunnel of clammy dead flesh that he rapidly drove his member in and out of.

Rather rapidly, he was coming up to yet another climax. He cried out softly into the neck of the dead stallion before him, feeling the cold length of the dead stallion that was ploughing in and out of his rear, digging into his walls as the dead stallion managed to drool all over his back.

He knew that the stallion could not feel anything, but he liked to think that the stallion was enjoying their intense make out session as much as he was. His breathing was becoming heavy pants at this point, feeling an intense pleasure build within him as the cock of the dead stallion pounded roughly against his prostate, each thrust bringing him closer and closer to a climax that he knew was going to be intense enough to make him squeal.

His member was dribbling pre now, the dead stallion beneath him taking it up the ass like the good stallion that he was, and Ivory could not wait to give him a proper cream filling.

The stallion would have loved to last ages, enjoying the pleasure that was tearing through his body, but the truth was that being a technical virgin, he had not had much experience lasting in sex, and his climax quickly came from out of nowhere.

He let out a loud squeal as it snuck up on, his hips slamming forward to hilt his cock within the rear of the dead stallion in front of him. Then pleasure burned along every inch of his nerves, his ass frantically milking at the length of the stallion behind him as he lost control over most of his body, his hips madly thrusting forward into the rectum of the stallion beneath him.

He let out a soft squeal, before his length begin to twitch, each one sending an intense wave of pleasure through him as it sent a thick spurt of his foal fluid into the dead stallion, filling up his anus with the warm fluid as he rode out his climax.

His anus frantically milked at the length of the dead stallion buried in his rear, desperately pleading for a cream filling of its own, one which it never got before the climax slowly begin to wind down.

Once it was over, all the strength seemed to leave him, only to be replaced by a warm, buttery feeling as he was left basking in his afterglow between the two dead stallions, the biggest grin of his life painted on his face.

This had been perfect… But the worst thing about the job, was the fact that it was now over.