Author's Note

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Poison's Punishment (OC Stallion, Encasement, Autofellatio)

Everything was fuzzy

Poison Trail awoke slowly, the bright light of day piercing into his maladjusted eyes. He shivered in place, a tight cold embrace gripping him from all sides as he blinked into consciousness. His vision came into focus, blurry at first, becoming sharper as every moment passed until he could make out his surroundings.

It took him a moment to realize but it seemed he was… upside down? Or at least, his perspective made it appear that way as he tried to make sense of where he was. As he became more aware of his body, he felt he was bent strangely, as if curled around himself and held tight in a vice. He shivered, a strange feeling washing over him from head to tail, trying to move with a muffled groan and finding very little of his body responding as it should

It hit him with a wave of frustrated pleasure, feeling his mouth was stuffed full… not by something… but by himself! He gulped, a tantalizing sensation washing over his cock, finding it firmly lodged inside his muzzle, almost painfully erect and filling his throat. He tried reflexively to pull away, but found his movement impeded by that vice grip of whatever was holding him.

He let out a garbled whinny, his cock blocking most of his ability to make any sounds and certainly precluding any attempts at speech. He twisted and bucked as much as he could, succeeding only at teasing himself, twitching his tail, and wriggling his hind hooves below the ankle. Breathing heavily, his mind was clouded trying to make sense of it all, the sensation of his hot moist breath upon his exposed balls that draped over the end of his snout not helping him think. Try though he may, he wasn’t able to budge his forehooves that were stuck and held behind him, and all his strain to uncurl himself from his upside down position proved entirely impossible, only serving to wear him out and leave him huffing around his twitching cock, tasting himself and feeling every motion very keenly.

It seemed he was stuck, quite literally. Firmly planted inside an object of nebulous origin that seemed to be made of solid stone. He shivered deeply, his cock aching within his mouth and tempting him to suckle upon its length. He steeled his resolve and gazed around, noting his surroundings.

A garden of some sort, is what he could see. Long rows of dense hedges in labyrinthine form stretched around him as far as he could see, twisting around a gravel path and many trenches adorned with flowers of all sorts. Leaves rustled and flitted about in the cool wind, which blew lightly over his own exposed form, rump open to the air. He pricked his ears, the gentle sound of metal clad hooves approaching down the gravel pathway caught his attention. He gulped, trying to twist and shift his hind hooves enough that he could see around them from where he sat encased so as to tell just who was approaching.

“Poison Trail.” A soft and ethereal voice began, familiar and friendly, yet with a dark tone about it that sent a shudder into the trapped pony.

Poison winces, recognizing the voice and dreading just what they had to say… He glances his eyes up, seeing the form of Princess Celestia looming above his awkward predicament, almost blocking out the light from the noonday sun overhead as she gazed down on him.

“Surely you knew your deeds would catch up with you eventually. I know you well enough to know that you’re not that naïve.” She says with cool tone, near expressionless.

“I cannot allow the wild magic of Everfree to escape its confines into my realm, which is what you seem bent upon, sowing these seeds of chaos into the good lives of my subjects. You may think it a joke, you may take it upon yourself as your raison d'être here…” The princess says, musing lightly on the pony before her as she raised a hoof to touch Poison’s exposed rump, right upon his poison joke cutie mark, caressing lightly with the cold golden surface of her shoe.

“It ends here, Poison. This is my Garden. The Garden of Victory, victory over discord. Over chaos. Over wickedness.” She starts. “Over you. Though your deeds may not rank as highly as the deeds of others that I keep here, I won’t allow them to go unpunished.” The Princess says, her brow narrowing as her tone grew darker.

“This is where you will remain until such time as I believe that you’ve changed.” She leans down to look Poison directly in his eyes. “Not permanent, at least, but indefinite. As long as it takes. I sentence you to this role as an object within my Garden, a useful one. Just as you’ve put my little ponies into predicaments, I have put you into one here.” She says resolutely.

Poison widens his eyes, trying to make sense of just what she was saying. He attempted to speak back, but could do little more than groan and mumble around his engorged cock that was lodged in his throat, huffing heavily and shuddering at how it felt to try. What did she mean ‘useful’

“You won’t want for water or food, I’ve seen to the enchantments. And you certainly won’t be able to escape yourself…” She grins lightly, running her hoof over Poison’s exposed balls, down to his nose, lifting the orbs in her touch.

“… and don’t forget, I can always make this punishment worse.” She gives him a painful tug before letting go, turning her back on the muffled, whining pony, walking back up the gravel path to the Palace.

Before he even had a chance to think about the position he now knew he was in, the clink of armor and crunch of hooves in the gravel came back to his ears, noticing a pair of Royal guards approaching, their armor glinting in the sunlight, and from his lower vantage point… they were eager to begin making use of him.