I approach the throne and give a deep bow to Princess Luna. "You called for me, your Majesty?"

Princess Luna nods. "Rise, Captain. I have need of your skills once again."

I raise my head to look up at her. She sits on her umbral throne, her upright posture reflects her power and regal status while her mane billows like silk in the wind. Her ebony throne was a far cry from the red and gold version Celestia had used, which Princess Luna had reduced to molten slag as the cherry on top of her ascension. If ever there was a pony to follow, it was her. "Whatever you need, I will see to it personally, Princess."

"Good," she smiled, a somewhat malicious twinkle in her eye "As you are well aware, while I have taken my rightful place on Equestria's throne, there are those who dispute my claim to the crown. Zecora was one such dissenter, and your…” she paused to chuckle. “Your methods of changing her tune were truly inspired. I’m quite satisfied with your work.”

"Thank you, your Majesty." I reply, bowing my head in gratitude.

"That, in part, is why I have called you here today. Though there are those who take issue with the revival of this form of punishment, they are in the minority. However, they do tend to cause exceptional amounts of trouble for us. To that end, I have a task for you. Spitfire, captain of the Wonderbolts, Soarin, first Lieutenant of the Wonderbolts and Blaze, the Wonderbolts’ second Lieutenant, are all wanted for treason. With the help of my Shadowbolts, you will capture them and apply due punishment."

At her words three shadowy pegasi appeared from the shadows and approached the throne. How they manage to hide in the shadows so well confounds me, especially with how well lit the throne room is. If I had to hazard a guess, I’d say it was probably dark magic of some sort.

"It will be done, your Majesty." With a bow I leave the throne room with the Shadowbolts following in my wake. We make our way down to the armory to pick up a few essentials: rope, wing bindings, hoofcuffs, manacles, collars, ball gags and sleeping potions. Once I have the supplies packed up I feel a tap on my shoulder and turn to face the lead Shadowbolt.

"We are to follow your lead and assist you in any way on this mission, Captain." She says with a salute. I detect a hint of cunning in her voice.

I salute her in response, "I appreciate that, Captain. You are well known for your skills, not only as fliers, but as soldiers. I also like your style; swift, silent and invisible until it's far too late to retort."

She smirks at that, "Thank you, Captain. It's nice to know the other branches of the military appreciate us, and we certainly appreciate your style. We heard about your capture of the rebel Zecora, how you stepped up and took her on, mano a mano. It's nice to see a guard captain with a spine."

I smirk back at her before gesturing for us to move out. "It set a good example for my guards. Now they know that the brass isn't afraid to dirty its hooves when a job needs doing."

The Shadowbolt captain nodded as we made our way out of the main gates of Canterlot Castle. "To the mission at hoof; the latest intel puts the Wonderbolt traitors at an unsanctioned cloud structure a couple miles northwest of Dodge Junction."

"A pity," I sigh as we turn down the road towards the train station, "at least we'll be able to use the train for most of the trip. We can discuss the plan on the ride out there."

The walk to the train station was quick, especially since ponies went out of their way to avoid us. Once on the train we discussed our plan, looking at all the options and eventually deciding on the best course of action. We also formulated a backup plan, just in case they managed to give us the slip. Our planning only took up half the ride and the stop in Ponyville. The rest of the trip was spent exchanging stories, most notably how all four of us had spent time with Rainbow Dash.

"What did you do to her?" I ask as I turn my attention to the two Shadowbolt stallions.

They were sharing one of the train's benches, which made it hard to tell them apart; The enchantments on their uniforms made them look almost entirely identical. The one closest to the window spoke up first, "Me and the lieutenant here gave her a good double teaming," he chuckled.

The other stallion chortled, "We spit roasted her like a vegetable kebab. I very much enjoyed stuffing my cock into her throat and making the bitch gag."

The window side Shadowbolt nodded, "She struggled, but I really enjoyed forcing my cock up her ass. It’s a miracle she was still so tight."

I smiled, "Good. I'm glad she's being actively used.” I took a deep breath and thought back to her, and how much she’d fought me. “How defiant was she when you did that?"

They exchanged looks, before the lieutenant replied. "She was pretty defiant. She tried to fight me as I stuffed my cock down her throat, but a minute without any oxygen softened her up quite a bit."

"What a shame,” I sighed, looking out the window. “I had hoped to see some progress in breaking her resolve by now."

"Sir, if you would permit me, might I suggest a way to break her a bit more easily?" The window side Shadowbolt said, pulling my attention back to him.

I placed a hoof under my chin and narrowed my eyes. "Go on."

"When we first entered her cell, she tried to speak. It was rather incoherent thanks to her gag, but it sounded like she was asking if we were Wonderbolts. There was hope in her eyes.” A wicked smile graced his lips. “Right up until just before we penetrated her. I suggest that, after we finish up here, you drag Spitfire or one of the other Wonderbolt vermin into her cell and rape them in front of her. Make her watch as her heroes are brought to heel for their insolence"

I nodded, a lecherous smile painting itself on my lips. "I like the way you think. If you're right, that could be the very thing that breaks her. After all, it’s not going to be a far distance to travel; these three are headed to the same level she’s on. There couldn't be a simpler solution."

The time for saucy stories and plotting out punishments was cut short by the conductor announcing our approach to Dodge Junction. Once the train had come to a stop, I nodded to the Shadowbolts' captain and set off in the direction of the unsanctioned cloud structure. I looked back just in time to see the Shadowbolts melt into the shadows and vanish. They would certainly reach the objective well before I did, but that gave them plenty of time to do some recon. They would let me know if anything in our plan needed to be changed.

It was about a twenty minute walk from town to the only cloud structure in the area. Just as I had expected, the Wonderbolts were all near the ground waiting for me. Soarin and Blaze were on the ground, searching the area around them, no doubt looking for the Shadowbolts. Spitfire was circling above for a bird’s eye view. Clearly, they knew we were coming. I wondered if somepony may have tipped them off, but that was something to deal with later.

As I approached I began to work my magic. Using three times as much power as I needed to, I was able to charge up a powerful stun spell without my horn giving away my position.This kind of casting was incredibly difficult, and took years to master. I learned it when I was training to become part of the mage guard.

As soon as I came into striking range I released my spell, and nailed Spitfire right in the face with a hard knockout blow. With their captain out cold, Soarin and Blaze flew up into the air. It only took a moment for them to locate me, and together, they charged. I took up a stance to defend myself, only to have the Shadowbolts drop out of the sky and land on the Wonderbolts’ backs, bringing them down to the ground and knocking the wind out of them. With each of them pinned and gasping for breath, I'm able to force each of them to drink a sleeping draught. As they succumb to the effects of the potion, I work on securing Spitfire with a set of hoofcuffs, wing bindings, and manacles. With the ball gag secured, I hoist her limp body over my shoulder. The two Shadowbolt stallions have already bound and gagged the Wonderbolt lieutenants While I had been working over Spitfire. Their captain is circling above to watch out for anypony who might try to interfere with our operation.

Once all of our targets are secure, we carry them back to the train station with us. The train is still there, waiting for us, as per Princess Luna's royal decree. I stop on the train platform and address the gathering crowd, giving Spitfire to the captain as the Shadowbolts haul the Wonderbolts onto the train. "Ponies of Dodge Junction! I understand your curiosity; it's not everyday you see a Captain of the Royal Guards and the Shadowbolts working together. It's also not common to see the famous Wonderbolts being hauled onto a train, bound and gagged as they are."

I pause and nod towards the Shadowbolts’ captain, who is just stepping into the train carrying the unconscious Spitfire. "The Wonderbolts attacked Princess Luna’s royal guards, and conspired to raise an army in rebellion against the throne. I understand that not every pony is happy that Celestia was replaced, but to act against the crown is high treason and those who commit treason will be severely punished. It’s ugly, but it’s also rare, I expect this will be the last time you see something like this in your lifetime.”

The Shadowbolt captain steps up next to me and addresses the crowd too, “As I am sure you are aware, when Princess Luna returned from the moon she instituted several changes. One of those changes was to allow carnal rehabilitation as a deference to severe punishment; that is the fate that awaits these traitors and anypony who aids them. I would also warn you that it is your civic duty to report any conspiracy against the crown immediately as the information becomes available to you, so if you know of anypony who warned these criminals of our arrival, you are to inform the royal guard post-haste.”

None of the ponies spoke up and the crowd started to thin out. With nopony volunteering information, there was nothing we could do. Both I and the Shadowbolt captain left the dispersing crowd and boarded the train. The trip back was quiet; with our targets tied up and snoozing, there was no room for distractions. Though the trip took the same amount of time both ways, it felt longer.

When we finally arrived in Canterlot, a prison cart was waiting for us. A pair of guards were hooked up and ready for us to load the prisoners. Using my magic, I lifted both Spitfire and Blaze with me as I left the train while one of the Shadowbolts' stallions lifted Soarin. I tossed the two mares unceremoniously into the cart, and stepped out of the way for Soarin to be chucked in, as well. Once the door was locked, we escorted the trio of traitors up to the castle. All along the way, ponies stopped and watched; the looks of fear and surprise made me smile. They know what's going to happen to these ponies, they've seen those who've been punished and let go. The onlookers quickly turn away and go back to their business as we pass.

When we arrive at the castle, I drag Spitfire out of the cart and across the courtyard to the guard's entrance to the castle. A pair of my subordinates collect Blaze and Soarin, following my lead.The Shadowbolts salute me once again, before heading off to report our flawless success to Princess Luna. The guards and I drag all three Wonderbolts down to the third level of the dungeon. I drag Spitfire into her cell, a cozy little hole in the wall right across from Rainbow Dash’s, where I uncuff her hooves and strip her of her uniform before binding her properly. I start with a spreader bar for her back legs, since it will give better access to her aromatic cunt. Next, I secure her front hooves with a stronger set of hoofcuffs. These ones were designed specifically for hooking into the anchor points in the walls, floors and ceilings of the dungeon cells.

With Spitfire properly bound and anchored to the floor, I scoop up her uniform and leave. Heading across the hall, I open up Rainbow Dash's cell and step inside. The headstrong bitch looks up at me. I can still see defiance in her eyes, which turns to surprise when I hold up Spitfire's uniform. She obviously recognizes it, at least as a Wonderbolts uniform, which lets me know I'm on the right track. I drop the uniform in front of me, step over it, look Dash in the eye and begin pissing on it. She glares daggers at me as I urinate all over it, soaking it thoroughly. After a couple more seconds my bladder empties completely and I step back towards the door. The fabric catches on my hooves as I do so, ripping a hole in the jumpsuit.

"It's a shame that I only had to pee." I smirk as I step out of her cell and shut the door.

Walking back across the hall, I check on Spitfire who is just now starting to wake up. I enter her cell and shut the door behind me. “Spitfire, Captain of the Wonderbolts, you have committed treason against the crown, attacked Princess Luna’s guards in a deplorable attempt at her, and retreated to plan an insurrection. For your crimes against our beloved Princess Luna, you will be routinely raped until you are broken and subservient. From there you will either serve as part of the Pleasure Corps, or you will be sold as a sex slave. Be warned, if you try to escape or cause harm to your captors, you will find your punishment lasting much longer and being much more severe.”

Spitfire glares at me as I take my armor off. No need to make a show of it today, she knows what’s coming and she’s not afraid. Once I’ve stripped, I try to take a position behind her, but she moves when I do, trying to pivot but only succeeding in falling over. I shake my head disappointedly at her.

“I’m in no mood for these games, Spitfire.” I grab her flank with my magic, stand her up and retrieve my knife. With a quick slice I cut off the vast majority of her tail. “Perfect, just the way a whore should look.”

I stow my knife with my armor, and anchor her back legs to the anchor on the floor. I lick my lips and give her marehood a taste. It’s tangy with a hint of sweet, a far cry from the taste of Celestia, but passable enough for now. I give her a couple more licks before pulling back and mounting her, pressing my cock against her tight athletic cunt. Spitfire screams into her ball gag and tries to throw me off, but between the chains anchoring her to the floor and my weight pressing down on her, she’s utterly helpless. She certainly can’t stop me from hilting myself in her tight foalhole in one rapid thrust. I pause and savor the moment as her walls try to force me out, groaning as she clenches hard around me. With a grunt I start thrusting, taking it slow and enjoying how she uselessly strains against her bonds.

As much as I would like to take my time and rape her over the next several hours, I have other duties to carry out before my shift is over. As I thrust faster, my hips make a satisfying sound, slapping against hers in a wet, rhythmic symphony. She keeps trying to struggle and resist me, but her efforts only serve to spur me on. I can feel myself approaching climax and slow down to thrust harder into her. I drive my cock into her depths as hard as I can, beating against her cervix with each powerful push. Her protests become more of a pained cry into her ball gag than a shout, not that it matters as my dick flares. I force my way into her one last time, hilting myself in her velvet pussy as I start cumming. My shaft pulses with each burst of seminal fluid that I force into her womb as I grip her tightly, groaning in pleasure.

My high is interrupted as Spitfire jerks her head back and smashes my muzzle. I let out a yelp as I reel from the blow. My cock slips out of her as I fall back to my haunches and bring a hoof to my muzzle. It takes me a moment to cast a numbing spell; thankfully there's no blood on my hoof when I pull it away. As the spell takes effect I stand back up and levitate over one of my gauntlets.

"You're going to regret that dearly, you pompous bitch!" I shout, putting all of my magical force into slapping her ass with the gauntlet. I could hear a bone snap and the gauntlet bent from the force. The pain from the strike made Spitfire scream into her gag and tears pour down her cheeks. "I’ll have someone come and use a calcium reconstruction spell on you to fix that bone, but you are going to feel everything as it heals. I warned you that your punishment would be worse, and you refused to believe me. Now you suffer the consequences."

I walk my way around to look her in the eye. "For starters, you will not be leaving the dungeon for at least a year." Spitfire glares up at me through her tears. I slap her across the face with my hoof, before grabbing her jaw forcing her to look at me again. "When you do leave, it will be to serve as a warm fuck hole for the guards. If you resist further, I shall not be so lenient."

She still glares up at me, despite the pain. I can see the hatred in her eyes and it makes me smile. "If you keep resisting, or attack another guard, I will have you eating shit until you can no longer remember what anything else tasted like. Do I make myself clear?"

I let go of her muzzle, collect my things and leave. As I pass the guard stationed at the stairs, I tell him to send for a medic, but not to have them rush here. Spitfire can spend some time suffering with her leg broken, maybe it will help cool her fiery temperament; even if that doesn't, I’ll think of something that will.

Author's Note

Editing help from Kiernan.