The Sins of the Seed

by TheBronyKnight

Rating: mature
Tags: Twilight Velvet, Profanity, Non-consensual, Violence, Sex, Zebra, Anthro, Gore, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Alternate Universe, Night Light, Pear Butter, Porn, Mystery, Fetish, Tragedy
Length: 5229

A zebra by the name of Arc'doodoo wants Night Light to pay for a 'grave atrocity'

The Cattle Rules and clauses agreement accords is a set of records that is supposed to punish "cruel and unusual" treatment to any race by another race. These rules has a list of reparations that, when violated, will come to play in deciding the payment for a cruel act of in-ponykind ethics.

Night Light is a doctor who wakes up in a dark cell somewhere in Equestria and the Zebra Prince of Joblessa who came to him by the name of Arc'doodoo tells him that he is to be trailed by the conditions listed in the Cattle Rules and clauses agreement accords.

Warnings: Contains shit, vomiting, forced impregnation.

Requested by this warrior in my army: Shadowpony300

Read at your own fruition

Published 2020-05-22 08:30:01 UTC
Last updated 2020-05-22 08:30:01 UTC

The Retribution for the sins done to me by your seed.

Author's Note

This was an intense story to write, especially with the whole "Zebra" thing being extremely rampant on the site. As a person of color, I found the representation of Zebras being these dominate beings of nature kinda stereotypical. So I made the story a bit more humane and gave them a reason to be these perceived sexual MILF steal-ers. Of course, I am still brutal, but I gave them a valid reason to behave this way.

Also, Shadowpony300! This is for you man. Here is your free request!
-Brohoof.

The Retribution for the sins done to me by your seed.

“Wh..Where am I? What’s going on?” I spoke out to the impending darkness as all I can see is darkness. I tried moving my neck and my body, but I was stopped by a strong tug around my neck and hands. I start to hyperventilate as my freedoms have been taken from me and I can’t see or understand my situation. I thrash in my bindings as the metal starts to chafe my wrists and neck, I am in full panic as the binds aren’t budging to my efforts.

“He-HELP! Somepony help me please!” I scream to the top of my lungs as I start to thrash wildly in my bonds. I stop as I tried calming my breath and try to evaluate what could have happened that might have led to this entrapment.

Ok Night Light calm down! Calm down. What was the last thing you remember? What was the last thing… I thought to myself as I started to dig in my mind for any kind of clues that may point to my current circumstances. I try pulling against the chains to feel my butt and lower back for any loose material that could help me figure out where I may be. However, when I felt around my body, all I could feel was my own skin.

What?! I’m naked?! God I hope to Celestia I didn’t get drugged or something I thought to myself as I tried to dig through my mind. All I can remember was coming home from work after a 12 hour shift at the hospital and me coming home to my wife wearing lingerie and making love to her. But after the memory of us laying cuddly together… Nothing.

Nothing after he had sex with his wife. Night Light sighed as he slumped even further down in his restraints. The air is so hot and dry that I am incredibly thirsty. The humidity leaving a small coat of sweat and the lack of wind makes it a warm and sticky torture as the thirst increased in my mouth; no saliva to swallow.

My horn’s magic is worthless to undo my bonds because I need to be able to see them for me to actually do anything. Still, the worthlessness of my horn continues as I felt a strong numbing on my head after I tried conjuring.

So they put an inhibitor ring on my horn huh..? Damn who would do this to me of all ponies? I tried standing again foolishly but I found myself snagged down to the ground in a low seated position on the warm, hard floor. The only strategy I have left to my sanity is thinking of my wife and daughter as I start to resign to my sad state.

I found myself drifting off to the first memories of when Shining Armor was a young colt. He was always a headstrong boy who always wanted to be the best that his peers made him out to be. I always told him to think about himself and not let others be his guiding voice, but as he got older he followed what his heart told him. I remembered the day he became a squire and how sad I was when he left home at the age of 17 to go to the cadets. Twilight was so sad that she didn’t eat ice cream for years.

Speaking of my daughter, I remembered when I saw Velvet push her out during the birth. I remember crying my eyes at the sight of my wonderful young unicorn and how my mind was a scrambled mess of emotion. I held her against my skin and I remember the sparkle in her eyes as she looked up at me and cooed. I remember changing her diapers and feeding her with the mush grain, oatmeal, and hay mash. Her first schooling and her first book. Her first set of friends and her first fight. I remember her coronation and her having her own rule.

My mind slipped further and further into my subconsciousness as I remembered meeting the mare that made all of my happinesses possible: Twilight Velvet. I remember her being the school’s hot punk mare who loved leather and spiky hair. Her bad attitude and brazen courage for taking on opposition always made her attractive to me. She used to be my bully and would always steal my lunch money and my homework for the classes we had together. Then I remember the day where I fought against her for myself and I showed her I didn’t want to be picked on anymore. After that we did not see each other until college where she needed my help instead of my suffering. I remember teaching her about all of the math equations and english grammatical errors and symbols. She taught me the wonders of being a punk and music. Then from then we kept each other’s company until I asked her to be my marefriend and she said “Only if you can tame me Lighty~.” I remember me paying for the hotel room and us leaving all kinds of messes on the walls. Years later, we have a family together and my last memory was her in those sexy stockings and panties. Her hooves and hands were polished and mannered as I gave it to her and she clawed my back. I remember us smooching and whispering sweet nothings as I went to sleep beside her.

A feeling of hot tears hit my eyes as that was the last memory. The blindfoldabsorbed the moisture and the warmth added to the humidity on my face. I don’t know if I am falling asleep or losing consciousness due to the darkness this blindfold is causing, but with little actions and little will...I find my thinking slowed to a halt and my mind became truly silent.

*Click*

*SLAM!!*

My mind became more active as a few sounds besides my breathing entered my ears. I shake off the sleep and hopelessness from my features and start to use the last of spit to scream for help from my potential saviors.

“HELLP!! SOMEPONY PLEASE HELP!!” I emphasized my desperation with me thrashing in my bindings. I shook my body until I felt a pair of strong hands on my nude shoulders and a voice came to my ears.

But the voice wasn’t anything I was expecting from an Equestrian.
“Looks like you are finally awake, a colorful one” Said the deep baritone voice that shook my entire body. There was just something powerful and ancient in the voice that made me more anxious then relieved.

“Well. I bet you are wondering where you are and how you got here? Well let’s not delay you those answers any further. Brothers! Give me the keys!” The voice rattled out and a few seconds of keys jingling, the blindfold came off of my face and I was able to see my new environment for the first time.

The room was old and crusted with old paint. The chains on the walls stood idle and they had a menacing look to them given the strong thickness of the wrist cuffs and ankle cuffs. ‘Those are slave chains..’ I realized as I looked over to the pony that unblinded me. The “pony” wasn’t a pony at all, but a “Zebra” who had odd colors on him. Instead of striped white and black all over his form, this one had a strong black mohawk and the white was on his bottom half. No tribal tattoos or anything seen in the newspaper tabloids. This Zebra was beyond unique in description: Muscles that are bulging and healthy, eyes that are clean and no signs of drug use, and other healthy checks. Totally different from the stories from the Equestrian letter, but then again, they are known to favor the pony over the other races much to my disgust for journalism.

“Hello Night Light. I am so glad that you can join us.”

“Ho-how do you know my name?”

“I know a lot about you. I am sorry that you find yourself here but we have much business to discuss”

The Zebra then walks over to the door and bangs on it 5 times with a strong closed fist. Seconds later a second Zebra comes in with a chair and a weird looking device that has bumps on the end. The device was two parts with an open middle and a grip. The bumps look like they fit the knuckles of the hand. The Zebra took the chair from earlier and placed it in front of me and sat down on it with a strong thud. He places the strange object down on his lap and uses his other hand to scratch his head. I look up at the Zebra-really the door behind him for any clues as to where I am. Nothing but another wall with the same color as the room and the second Zebra that shared the same odd color palette to their skin.

This Zebra however, showed signs of scarring and branding marks. His face is a horrific image of missing flesh and severe requirements of a skin graft. The inner cartilage of the muscles holding and moving his jaw is visible and the image was unsightly as a surgeon. My attention returned to the healthy Zebra before me and I noticed the two part device all fit his left hand. He adjusted the hand-fit device with a small knob on the side and as he finished with those adjustments, he sat back; relaxed and snobbishly.

“So you are possibly wondering where the hell you are right now, how I know your name, and why you are naked and chained”

“Y-yeah that is long and short of it, yes” I responded a bit too quickly due to my nervousness and the Zebra giggled at my antics.

“Well then I suppose I should start with my name. My name is Arc’doodoo the liberated, but you can call me ‘Ar.’” The Zebra who I will refer to as Ar introduced himself with a colloquial introduction. I relaxed a bit as I let the introduction sway me. The Zebra smiled at me and gave me a look of kindness.

“I know the first thought that came to your mind is ‘Am I a slave? Am I being shipped off somewhere for my organs?’ Hahaha. I can assure you that you are very much home in Equestria Mr. Light.” The Zebra said with a hard laugh at my expense. I nervously laughed alongside him as I was glad for the information. I am home in Equestria and that’s good news. I wonder where I am then and where in Equestria I am or could be. The Zebra looked at me seriously in a matter of a second and his voice deepened.

“While you may be home in your homeland, I am afraid that there is much more news to bestow upon you: Equestria is now under the rule of Joblessa. My home country Mr. Night Light.” The zebra said in a calm voice as the news flooded my mind like a broken dam’s reserve to a small village. Equestria with 5 eldritch-like beings for princesses conquered by an unknown country? That is hearsay.

“What the fuck are you talking about? Stop bullshitting and get these chains off of me!” I exclaimed as the joke he uttered to me was not hilarious and believable.

“I am afraid this ‘joke’ is very real Mr. Night Light. Allow me to show you” Ar produced a small, crumbled up news article with Celestia and Luna signing a treaty.

However they are wearing collars and metal bindings as they perform the act.

My eyes bulged out of my sockets as this tabloid has to be fabricated. I shout at Ar for this contradiction and throw curses and statements due to my non-believe. The princesses bowing and surrendering? Not even Tirek was able to make them kneel

Ar looked at me with a straight face as I kept throwing these accusations and theories at him for a decade of minutes. My throat left raw and exhausted and Ar went behind himself and grabbed something. It was a cup and he brought it to my lips. I tasted water many times before, but it truly is underestimated when one is deathly thirsty. Ar moved the cup as he continued to talk about the news.

“This was a hostile takeover if that is your assumption Mr. Night Light. This is actually a temporary change in leadership due to Equestria breaking the national set of laws. I am sure you heard of the ‘Cattle rules and clauses agreement accords?’” Ar finished as I leaned back a bit in these tight bonds and vocally recounted what those laws are because I wanted to humor this foolishness as a reward for the gulps of water.

“Yeah I was in high school when this new international law came out. It’s basically a list of reparations and consequences for any in-pony conduct and horror similar to the macabre events of the Yak-Zebra war. The Yaks enslaved and did cruel and unusual types punishment to the enemy combatants and after the war was over, the Equestrian peace corps made Yaks, who were the victors, pay for any of the atrocities they did to the people of Zebra and the leaders of the world made a list of fair reparation costs should there be anymore unnatural torture and punishment during and not in the times of war.” I recounted as this became public news my senior year. I was actually an advocate of this new law because it's fair in the public eye to all peoples. But this makes me wonder..

“If you are making reference to this law and it grants your people temporary leadership and sovereignty, then why is it enacted and why am I in chains? Equestria has not been in a war with Zebra or any country and we haven’t done any unlawful acts to any people. In fact, you are violating the very law that you just stated!” I shouted the last sentence at the hypocrisy of the situation Ar has me in. Everything I just said is sound in terms of the terms of the international law. Ar himself nods his head in agreement at my summary and even pats my head with his left hand before continuing.

“Good! You seem to know your history. Yes my people have temporary complete control and sovereignty over your country due to an atrocity that your people have caused. Your rulers, as an apology, allowed my people to rule this country with the same customs and treatment as my people live by” Ar finished.

“But I am in chains!”

“Yes and I-”

“I AM ENSLAVED! THIS COUNTS ARE CRUEL AND UNUSUAL! IT'S DEFINITELY UNUSUAL TO ME!!” I screamed as loud as my throat could muster and Ar recoiled and rubbed his long ears before he continued.

“As I was saying. It is cruel and unusual...to you.” Ar chuckled as he looked me in the eye as he continued.

“But to my people and their customs? This is a fair judgement ruling. You see, under line 2312B of the Cattle Rules and clauses agreement accords, ‘under the event of a grave atrocity committed by a member of a royal official, a military member, or a victim of state that is inflicted to someone of equal status, then the country’s leaders must hand over national leadership as a reparation cost. The time limit of said leadership is discussed between the leaders. This includes allowance of the wronged country to impose and use their native laws in the time of ruling (This also means their laws of criminal charges, sentencing, and court rulings)...’ is what the quote says Mr. Night Light. So you can cry as much as you want, but this is the law for the time being. And you must serve your sentence for a grave atrocity I am afraid.” Ar said to me.

My mind has multiple questions as to what grave atrocity I committed. I went back to think about what is in the accords, but I have no recollection of violating any of them.

“But there is a contradiction Ar!”

“Oh really? Point out that contradiction then.”

“Gladly! You said that only a member that is of royal descent, a military member, or a victim of state could issue an exchange of sovereignty, am I correct?” I finished looking in his eyes for confirmation.

“Yes that is correct.”

“So then how the fuck did I do any of that when I am neither of those things?” I asked kindly before Ar did the one thing I wasn’t expecting.

He looked at me like I had gone mad.

“Oh Mr. Night Light. You truly have no idea why you are here, don’t you?”

“No shit binary! I am at a complete loss here.”

“Allow me to show you why you are here and need to be punished then.” Ar said before he stood up and turned around.

I didn’t realize what he was doing at first until I saw the thing that might explain my position and why I am going to pay a reparation. On his back was a grotesque and horribly visible brand that resembled a shield and the sparkle family lights. The branded shield laid bare on the complete expense of his back and in that moment, my heart sank into my chest as only one pony in the world would have a shield and the sparkles on it.

“Mr. Night Light. I am sorry, but you are going to have to pay for the sins of your own seed.” Ar said as he grabbed the device from earlier and walked up to me.

“Y-your...Your lying! Shining Armour wouldn’t do that to another being! You are playing the system and lying!” I shouted as tears broke my eyes at the implications of his claim. A sharp slap came to my face from the non-device hand and I slowly looked up to Ar with tears in my eyes as he himself had tears in his eyes.

“Why would I lie about the dark history my people have to endure that came from these kinds of brands? Why would I lie about a bastard son who, with his army members, takes pleasure in branding my people for fun when they visit this country and turn up missing? Why would I lie about your son.. You filthy sperm cell who I should with the greatest amount of kindness as a fellow prince, would fall for his hand of kindness for a sick fetish that is branding him the people of Joblessa? You raised him, Mr. Night Light. You should have done a better job at doing so. In my country, the son doesn’t pay for the sins… it's the father who guided him.” Ar placed the device hand on my forehead and I immediately felt sleepy.

The last words I remembered hearing before I lost my vision was this:

“Now you will pay for him.”

I wake up again to find myself in a new location. The area was extremely dark and I couldn’t see a few feet in front of me. My chains are still there, but the chain isn’t so such so I can move my arms a bit. I can move from kneeling position to a crossed leg one, but I am still trapped.

“LET THE MAIN EVENT BEGIN!” A voice yelled from my side.

“Main event?” I asked as a bright flash of light cuts on and blurred my vision a bit. A few seconds later, I find myself looking at a full stage of figures. All of them are of different physical variety and physiques. The area is a huge wooden room that could fit an entire elementary school in. Spacious and large are the only words I can describe. However, past the crowd of Zebras… I saw somepony I wish wasn’t here.

Twilight Velvet was chained in the middle alongside two other mares I know. Cream Heart and Pear Butter. They are all nude and a sea of hungry, predatory Zebras are all getting erected from them.

“Velvet!!” I screamed at the top of my lungs as I thrashed in my chains trying to get my wife’s attention. I screamed her name until I heard a familiar voice next to me chuckle.

“Welcome to our retribution Night Light.”
“Arc’doodoo!!”
“I am guessing you are happy to see your mare huh?”
“Let her go! Please don’t do this! Please.”
“Let her go? Ok I will ‘let her go’” Ar then shouted a command in a foreign language that I have no knowledge of. A watched as my wife and the other mares were carried and plopped a foot away from me.
“Twilight!” I yelled as I tried fighting against my bondage to get to my wife and protect her from the ensuring onslaught. But the most distance I gained was just enough to have her snout close to mine. I started to cry as I said her name again and she groaned and slowly came to her senses.

“Nighty..? What’s..where..?” Twilight Velvet slowly got up and after a moment of recalibrating her mind, the memories from her capture must have shocked her. Twilight Velvet started to scream and hold her head as she cried. Tears running down her face and fear plastered on her features. Velvet looked at me as she tried to run over to me but was stopped by the hand of a Zebra behind her.

“No! Let me go! Nighty! Help!!” My wife screamed my name and again I fought against my bonds. Ar laughed at this and even taunted me to try breaking them with the baby strength I have. I ignored him and fought as hard as I could, but after a while I gave up and looked on in anger as the Zebra who had his hand on my wife presented her face with his cock.

“Alright. Let’s get this show started. Brothers! Take the other mares to separate breeding corners. This mare here must stay.” Ar issued the command the Zebras took Pear Butter and Cream Heart to separate breeding corners as he calls it.

“This one is the father’s wife. Let’s be sure to wash her abdomen with our genes, yeah?” Ar said as a couple of those Zebras giggled and started to jerk themselves off.

A chorus of fleshy slaps and sounds filled my ears and the area. The smell from these Zebras are so powerful that one sniff was thicker than a block of blue cheese. My wife looked at the cocks in horror and she tried to bite at the presented phallus in retaliation. The action didn’t go unpunished as Ar punched me so hard that I felt my wisdom teeth fly out.

“Night!”
“Sorry madam but you cannot behave like a sow here. Every time you hurt my brothers, I will unleash that wrath on your husband third fold.” Ar concluded.

I turned my head to my wife and mouthed the words ‘I can take it. I won’t give up.’ Velvet looked at me with sadness as she tried biting the next dick presented to her and Ar kept true to his promise. He kicked me in my balls, punched my face until I was swollen up, and kicked my exposed flesh. I was gasping and crying at the pain and I meekly looked over to my wife who was crying at the sight of me. I watched on in horror as she looked to the phallus presented to her and then to me; mouthing the words ‘I love you’ before she opened her mouth and engulfed the first Zebra’s cock.

I wish to scream but I have no will left as I watched my wife suck the cock of a Zebra for the sins of my son. I see her head move very slowly as she bobbles and suckles on the cock. The Zebra groans and grabs her head before violently mouth fucking her. Strong whimpering sounds and gasps can be heard as my wife was forced to take this guy’s thing. I saw prattles and streaks of spit fall from her mouth as she took the cock from the head to the hilt of the body. The Zebra was getting close and he shoved his cock as far as it could go in her throat and came. My wife’s throat bulged out at the size of his dick and the volume of his cum. The Zebra gyrated his hips in a circle motion and rapidly withdrew his cock out of Twilight Velvet’s mouth. My wife gagged and vomited a combination of half digested food and cum in a projectile ray. The bile hits the ground with a strong splat and my wife is left catching her breath. The Zebras all cheered and started to surround Twilight Velvet.

The first Zebra to grab my wife was a fat one with a semi-endomorph physique but muscular arms. His dick is small, but the girth is the size of a hot sausage. He whimpers and shows his dick to Twilight Velvet’s face. Twilight Velvet looked at the cock teary eyes and opened her mouth reluctantly. The fat one immediately gasped and made a cute expression as my wife sucked him off. The other males are all jerking themselves off at the sight and they begin to go to my wife’s sides, the one on the left grabbed her hand and placed it on his cock as he humped into my wife’s hand. This continued for another minute or so before they both came. The fat Zebra, having a smaller dick, didn’t cause a gag reflex to Twilight Velvet. My wife unfortunately swallowed the guy's sperm and the pulsations in her throat was the showcase to that reality. The Zebra fucking her hand came all over her head and hair before stepping away and allowing another set of Zebras to have their fun.

“Brother! Can I get this bitch pregnant!?” One of the Zebras asked before rubbing himself on her vagina. Twilight Velvet groaned in disapproval and looked over to me for hope.

“Sure why not? I don’t see any harm in a little interspecies pregnancy. Give her triplets for me please.” Ar said as the Zebras all swarmed my wife in a hurry.

The Zebra to put himself inside of her was fast and relentless from the get go. The Zebra was hammering her pussy with athlete ability and was not letting up. Three more Zebras took positions at Twilight Velvet’s hands and mouth and started their own pleasure sessions. The fight that was once in my wife is gone now as the third round on her mouth had weakened her jaw immensely and the other Zebras were using her for all of her facilities. The groans and moans of the manly Zebra became the new sound over the fleshly slaps and pops from the balls hitting her vagina. The Zebra who was getting head grabbed her mane roughly and proceeded to face fuck her without a care in the world. The whimpers are all gone as a second wave of vomit hits the Twilight Velvet. The Zebra pulled his cock out to allow her to breath, but with a gross burp, the second wave of vomit came out of my wife’s stomach. The Zebra placed his cock back in and continued his repeated actions. After a few minutes, the Zebras all came together in unison. The amount of sperm omitted is shockingly impressive as Twilight Velvet’s stomach started to grow in size like she was expecting a baby.

I couldn’t stomach the sight anymore and looked over to the other mares in the room who were going through their own set of tortures. Pear Butter was screaming and crying as the Zebras violently took her body for a sick sexual joy ride. She was laid up against a Zebra as he his dick was jammed in her asshole and another Zebra was fucking her vagina in a dexterous side position. The Zebras started to hump in unison and Pear Butter screamed out apologies.

“I swear I will stop and fix my gambling addiction! Please don’t impregnate me! Please!”

Her voice fell on death’s ears as the Zebras all grunted and came inside the young country mare. Pear Butter screams as the next duo of Zebras come to replace the spent ones and continue the process again, but in a new sexual position. They are now in a weird doggy style where her ass and pussy is being abused again, but their is a Zebra fucking her mouth, kinda similar to how they were to Velvet. This new arrangement continued until the Zebras moaned and came inside of her orifices. Also like Velvet, Pear’s stomach grew. After withdrawing himself from Pear’s mouth, Pear vomited a huge quantity of sperm and the Zebras all cheered and laughed.

Cream Heart was the worst of the three is what I thought as I looked over to her. She was currently licking the asshole of a Zebra while he jerked himself off on her face. The other Zebras was fucking her large breasts and one was fucking her asshole. The two Zebras on the front aren’t afraid of crossing swords for they are going relentless on their pony victim. After a minute of those simulations, the Zebra fucker Cream Heart’s ass came inside of her. He moaned and his head flew back as the moment washed over him. The Zebra who was getting his ass eaten came and shits on Cream Heart’s face. The shit was wet and diarrhea like as cock came without stopping. The Zebra who was fucking her breast also came.

The insanity of the sight was too much for me to endure and I found my mind breaking as I started to scream a voiceless scream and cry hysterically. I looked over to Velvet who was eating a Zebra’s ass and when he came, I heard popping noises from him. I watched my wife gulp shit with an unconscious look in her eye as the Zebra came in her vagina again and again. I looked over to Pear butter to see her gushing out sperm from her ass and vagina as she looked at me with dazed and unfocused eyes. Cream Heart was laughing maniacally and crazy as the Zebras violated her in ways foreign to Equestrian law. My heart couldn’t take to visuals any longer and I lost consciousness for the third time.