I stand in front of my troops at the edge of Whitetail Woods. Half a dozen squads of ponies are assembled in front of me, each made up of the best soldiers Equestria has to offer. Earth ponies, pegasi and unicorns, with their own talents and skills that have earned them each a place here. I had no doubt we would win this. I take a deep breath and bellow, “Attention!”

The guards before me were instantly silenced, each quickly falling into line and standing at the ready. Walking down the line and looking them over, I smile. Each mare and stallion has equipment that is perfectly suited to their fighting style. Every squad is in formation around their squad leader, ready to march into the woods behind me. Their eyes tell me everything I need to know; they burn with a fire that will see them through to victory. “The time has come for us to march into this forest and rout the rebels who attacked our beloved Princess Luna. While I know all of you would love nothing more than to see them lay broken on the forest floor, we have our orders. Our aim is to capture them alive, rather than kill them, lest we make them into martyrs.”

I pace up and down the line once more, looking over the squads one last time. “That being said, kill them only if you must. If you truly cannot subdue them, then, and only then, destroy them. One way or another their rebellion will end tonight. Our fellow guards are surrounding the forest to ensure that they do not escape. Now…” I turn around and throw my hoof forward. “Move out!”

The squads rush past me and into the woods beyond. I’m quick to follow, keeping an eye on each group and listening to the telepathic relays from each of the sergeants. I’m also receiving telepathic relays from guard squads surrounding the forest, letting me know that they captured several ponies, as well as a couple of zebras that were trying to escape. I directed the team to keep them in custody until the operation was complete. We couldn’t risk opening a hole in the perimeter through which our quarry could escape.

My attention was quickly diverted to the squads in the forest who were being engaged by the enemy. Spell casters from within the rebellion had set up ambushes in the trees and were firing down at us with a multitude of spells. I fell to one shoulder and rolled to dodge a shock spell that had specifically targeted me. As I rolled back to my hooves I fired a concussive beam right back at the unicorn that had attacked me. My beam struck true and the pony fell out of the tree they were hiding in, unconscious but otherwise unharmed. I turned my attention back to the squads just in time to watch one of my pegasus guards use her strike bezeled horseshoes to dislocate the wing of an enemy pegasus with a swift kick. As he fell, one of my unicorn privates fired a stunning spell at the pegasus. He was out of commission as he hit the ground.

Sweeping my gaze through the battlefield, I watched as one of the zebras was battling an earth pony in a bout of hooficuffs. They seemed to be evenly matched as they traded blows, but I noticed that the zebra was gaining ground slowly. As I moved to intervene, the earth pony ducked a wide hook, dove under the startled zebra and delivered a hard blow to his gut, knocking him back a few steps and giving the earth pony the opening he needed to subdue him with a powerful buck to the face.

It was around this time that the unicorns from our squads finished setting up a firing line and began blasting away at the enemy with stun spells. In a matter of minutes they bring down every remaining combatant, save for the cowards that fled. They would be caught by the forces surrounding the forest.

"Sergeants! Form up your squads, we're moving out." I call as I turn in the direction of the rebel camp. In short order, the squads have formed up into a wedge shape around me, and we resume our march, leaving a dozen or so soldiers behind to clean up the bodies. We push through the forest, cutting our way through the undergrowth as we go. We run into the occasional trap, designed to be an early warning system for the rebels, but each is easily disabled by one of the three trap experts we have with us. As the frequency of the traps grows, I know that we must be approaching the main camp. As another trap is disabled in front of me, I smirk. It was a good attempt to keep us away, but they’ve rather severely underestimated the power of Princess Luna.

After another hundred feet, I telepathically signal the sergeants to stop their squads quietly. The light of the camp is ahead and it's time to enact our delayed pincer formation. As they seem to enjoy traps, we would ingratiate them by bringing one of our own. I direct my crew to split up into three groups and surround the camp at three equidistant points while I approach alone. I would signal the attack after confronting the enemy; hopefully my distraction would keep them busy long enough for my men to set it all up. The squad leaders pair off, group up their teams and depart while I walk towards the camp. As I use my knife to cut my way through the brush, I make a point of stepping on one of the enemy tripwires and triggering their early warning system. Immediately I can hear a cacophony coming from the camp ahead of me. Pushing my way through the bushes, I reach the outer edge of the camp and find myself mostly surrounded by a semi-circle of rebels with Zecora, my target, directly across from me. She is unarmed, and the only one who seems to be, as all the others point at me either a blade or a spear. I would have thought for sure there would be at least one club or cudgel, but no such luck.

Zecora smirked as she approached. "I find it bizarre that you made it this far. You expect this to be our final stand, but things will not go as you have planned."

I tilt my head slightly to the side and ask, "Oh? What do you mean?"

Zecora laughs, "You are naught but a stubborn fool, nothing more than your princess’s tool. We sent away a third to seek out aid, to join us for our righteous crusade."

I cannot help myself; a smug smile crosses my lips. "So I already have two thirds of your rebels. One group the guards patrolling the forest edge caught, and the ambush which we broke on our way here."

Zecora is at a loss for words as I step forward with confidence. Her eyes widen as I fire a bright blue flare into the sky to signal my troops. The flash snaps her out of it, and she charges at me as my soldiers rush into the camp. I duck to the left as Zecora's hoof drives through the air where my head had just been. Coming back to my hooves, I direct a blast of magic at her. She ducks into a roll and flows back up to her hooves gracefully. Once on her hooves again, she strikes at me a second time, missing me by centimeters instead of inches. Her hooves appear to be ablaze with an orange flame. I quickly cast a shield over myself as her hooves come at me again in a flurry of burning fury. They bounce off of the shield but I can feel the power imbued in them feeding back into my horn while I step away.

I have no doubt that if Zecora hits me, her hooves are going to cause me severe burns. She's fighting hoof-to-hoof and using some kind of zebra shamanism spirit voodoo bullshit to set her hooves alight. I know I'm no match for her when it comes to unarmed combat, but I am far superior with a sword. With a flick of my blade, I lunge at her, driving the tip of my knife toward her shoulder. She dodges left and charges at me again, but this time I stand my ground. I quickly summon up a shield just as she strikes, her hoof slams against it and I can feel the heat from her hoof radiating through the shield. Before she can retreat I use my magic to wrap my shield around her, locking her in place. She kicks and screams as she tries to fight her way out; the power of her attacks sends feedback into my horn but I stand firm, letting her wear herself out.

It takes several minutes but she begins to grow weary, and so do I. Cracks are rippling through the shield from all her attacks, but I have the upper hoof. When she pauses to catch her breath I drop the shield and rapidly fire five stunning spells at her. She manages to dodge the first two, but the third hits one of her hooves and the last two slam into her chest and gut; the rebel leader is unconscious before she hits the ground.

I'm panting heavily as I fall onto my haunches and look around the camp. Most of the rebels have been subdued, except for one zebra who is a whirling dervish against three of my guards. The zebra is so focused on fighting those in front of him that he doesn't notice the two unicorns approaching from behind. I smile as the unicorns manage to bring the zebra down with a pair of stunning spells. With the last of the zebras falling unconscious, we are victorious. These rebels are headed for the dungeon in Canterlot, just as soon as the guards patrolling the forest's perimeter arrive to escort them.

Between myself and my men, it takes several hours to secure and transport our prisoners to Canterlot. When the train we're on arrives, the guards waiting for us on the platform board the train and begin unloading the bound rebels, placing them in prison carts for transfer. I nod to them as I depart the train and make my way to the castle. The guards at the gate salute me as I approach the main entrance. I salute back before entering and making my way to the grand hall. I approach the throne and bow to Princess Luna.

"Rise, captain, and tell me of your mission." Princess Luna commands as she looks down at me.

"Yes, your majesty. The rebels have been captured and are currently being transported to the dungeons." I stand and look up at her. "There were thirty-six rebels in total and their leader, Zecora, was among them. She, too, has been captured and will be placed in one of the level three solitary cells."

Princess Luna grins maliciously, "Good, very good. See to it that Zecora’s suffering makes her wish she was in Tartarus."

"By your command, your majesty, it will be done." I bow before taking my leave.

I stop by the guard depot for a few supplies as I make my way down to the dungeon's solitary cells. When I reach the third level I check with one of the guards at the stairs as to which cell is Zecora's. I'm quickly pointed to the last door on the right and make my way there. Stepping inside, I find Zecora is still unconscious. She's on her side, her legs bound together by cuffs and chains. She also has a nullifying collar strapped around her neck to block her powers. I certainly don’t want to be interacting with those flames again. Using my magic, I undo the cuffs on her back legs and replace them with a spreader bar, which I then hook into a set of chains I brought with me. I secure the new chains to one of the anchors in the floor to keep her in place. Next, I open her mouth, insert a spider gag and secure the strap behind her head. I make sure the cuffs on her forelegs are properly attached to the floor as well. Lastly, I slip a ring on her tail and connect it to her collar with a nylon cord so that her marehood is always on display.

With Zecora ready for punishment, I move so that I'm standing above her head, and start urinating on her face. My pungent yellow stream splashes onto her face and mane, turning the white parts to a garish yellow. I take a step to the right and my stream trails down along the back of her neck. I sigh as my bladder finishes emptying onto her unconscious form before stepping away to admire my work. Since this didn't wake her up, I resolve to return after the moon rises in the morning. I leave her cell and lock the door, returning the key to the guard at the stairs. I also instruct her not to let anypony into Zecora’s cell but me, as I'm entitled to the first crack at her. From there, I head up to the barracks and fall into a restful sleep.

When morning comes I roll out of bed and head to the mess, having a quick breakfast of bran cereal and orange juice. I bring a cup of black tea with me as I head back to the barracks, sipping it as I go. Once back in the barracks I hit the showers and don my armor when I'm dry. I drink the last of my tea as I make my morning rounds, stopping in at the guard depot, armory, training yard and throne room, where a couple of brave ponies are petitioning Princess Luna for something I didn’t care to listen to. I have a meeting later to discuss how the new recruits’ training is going, as well as a test of a prototype weapon that's being developed for our use. For now though, it's time for me to visit Zecora.

I make my way down to the dungeon, stopping to remove my armor in the antechamber before heading down to the third level. After collecting the key from the senior guard at the entrance, I make my way over to Zecora’s cell. Upon entering the cell I find her standing in the center glaring at me. “Impressive,” I chortle as I step in and close the door, “that you managed to stand up with the spreader between your legs. Most ponies wouldn’t be able to.”

She’s drooling a bit from having the spider gag in, but she’s somewhat able to speak. “You will suffer dearly for this! You’ll pay for dousing me in piss!”

I laugh at that, “Zecora, you are very much mistaken about that. You see, you’re a prisoner of the Equestrian Crown. That means you are at the mercy of Princess Luna, and she has instructed me to make you suffer.”

“Nightmare Moon may call herself Princess Luna, but that’s like a shrimp calling itself a tuna.” She retorted vehemently.

“Ah yes, your kind fears her and her connection to the night.” I say as I circle around her and take a good look at her delicious form. “You should know that your nation is one of the few that have spurned Princess Luna’s offer to meet for diplomacy.”

“As I knew they would, Nightmare Moon is no good.” Zecora says as she tries to pull away from the hoof I’ve placed on her flank.

I step back around so that we’re face to face. “Zecora, you have led an attack on Princess Luna, built a rebel force and plotted to kill her majesty. As an immigrated citizen, not only are you a traitor but also a terrorist. Your crimes against the crown warrant a special and severe punishment.”

She glares daggers at me and somehow manages to spit in my direction. I shake my head at her and grab her front legs with my magic, forcing them to bend so that her chest is pressed against the floor. I step up to her and make a point of squatting a little so that my sheath is pointed at her face before I start to urinate on her. My pee splashes onto her face darkening her fur and running off onto the floor. She growls as I do this so I step forward and piss right into her mane with a sigh. My bladder doesn’t have that much in it at the moment and my stream runs out after a couple more seconds. I step back and look down at her, “You look good covered in piss Zecora,” I chuckle. “Perhaps that’s what I’ll do with you, make you the toilet for all of the guards in Canterlot.” Zecora glares up at me but she can’t do anything. I smirk down at her. “It’s something to consider at least.”

I walk back around, keeping her chest pressed to the floor as I give her zebra cunt a lick. It’s very tangy, like a tropical fruit of some kind. I press my lips against her pussy and push my tongue into her to find a better taste. Her walls fight me as I push my way in, and she groans as I swirl my tongue inside her. Her marehood is dribbling juices and filling my nose with her intoxicating scent. As much as she wants to resist me, her body gives in and her vagina begins to wink under my assault. I lick as deep as possible in her cunt before pulling out and bringing my horn to her winking clit. With a burst of magic I deliver a small shock to her clitoris, eliciting a scream from her and a spray of urine as she convulses from the shock.

I start rubbing her marehood with my hoof as soon as she stops peeing. I keep rubbing as she slowly stops shaking and once I’m sure that she’s recovered, I mount her. I slowly press my dick into her velvety zebra cunt, sliding inch by inch into her warm depths. She pointlessly tries to clamp down on my cock and impede my progress, as my hips come to rest against hers. Instead of moving right away, I stay there and let her feel my penis. I hum as I feel her walls squeezing my shaft, “The more I think about it, the more I like the idea of making you the toilet for my guards. It’ll take some time for me to put together a proper setting for you, but that’s what I’m going to do.”

“You are a fiend you vile prick, having your guards piss on me is sick.” Zecora grunts as I pull back until only an inch of my cock is still in her.

“Perhaps you misunderstand, Zecora, my guards are going to do more than just piss on you.” I say before slamming all the way back into her. She screams as my penis forces its way back in and my hips slap against hers. “You’re only going to be drinking their piss for starters, I’ll have them fill your other holes with urine too.”

I pull back again and start fucking her properly now, my hips slap against hers with each thrust. Her walls squeeze me as I pound away at her cervix and the heady scent of sex fill the air. I hold her tight and deliver a few powerful thrusts, eliciting shouts of pain with each of them. Her shapely form really lends itself to being gripped and rutted, almost like she was meant to be a broodmare and not a toilet. Still, I loosen my grip and begin thrusting faster into her unwilling cunt, giving her a hard slap on the flank for good measure. I groan in pleasure as I speed up again, my hips slapping hers rapidly as I feel myself approaching my limit. As much as I want to fill her with cum, I want to fill her ass instead of her cunt and pull completely out of her.

With my cock dripping with her vaginal fluids, I press against her anus and I’m able to slip my tip into her. Her ass is tight, tighter than any I’ve had in a while and certainly tighter than Celestia’s. It takes a minute but I’m able to push my dick all the way into her. Having her ass clench around me is bliss; she tries to push me out but all she does is make me moan. I smile maliciously as I pull back and then slam forward with all of my strength. Zecora’s scream is wonderful and followed up by another as I do it again. Her screams become almost constant as I start pounding her ass, thrusting in and out as hard as I can. I don’t last long and with one final powerful slam, I burst, filling her to the brim with my cum. I moan as my cock pulses and unloads wave after wave of hot, sticky semen into her heavenly ass.

When I've finished emptying my balls into her, I pull out and dismount her. I circle back around to her piss soaked face and use my magic to lift her head high enough to slide my half hard cock into her mouth. She gags at the taste of her ass and my cum as I hold her there. "Lick it clean Zecora, or I'll have my guards feed you something worse than piss."

She hesitates for a moment before starting to lick my cock. I moan as she licks me with real gusto; she swirls her tongue a bit before I pull her head off of my shaft. "Good girl, Zecora. Now, until I have a place built so that my guards can use you, I'm going to let them come here and fuck you to their heart’s content."

Zecora doesn't respond, she just looks away in disgust. I laugh and leave her cell, shutting the door on the way out. As much as I would like to seek out an architect for designing Zecora's new home right away, I still have that meeting I need to attend and the weapon test to oversee. Still, Zecora will have her new porcelain throne soon enough.

Author's Note

Edited by: Kiernan