Chapters Stepping into the dungeon's antechamber, the two guards on duty salute me. I return the salute and begin removing my apparel. Unlike when I removed it before my session with Celestia, I slip off my armor without theatrics and place each piece in one of the lockers along the wall. Once they are all securely stored, I take my knife and the key to the cell I need. I make my way into the dungeon proper. The long hall is lined with small cells, big enough for two ponies, but each has only one bed. I'm disgusted with how lavish the prison cells are; they should be small and uncomfortable to make certain that the pony inside never forgets where they are and what they’re worth.
The cells are by no means empty. Each and every cell on this level has somepony in it, and the stairs at the end of the block lead down to even more cells. My destination is farther down in the dungeon, but I stop at the fifth cell on the left to watch two guards raping a pink mare with a purple mane. Her cheeks are streaked with tears as the guards pound her from both sides. My loins stir at the scene, but ultimately I have to move on.
I continue to my destination, a solitary confinement cell two levels down. Inside the cell is a blue mare with a rainbow mane and tail; she's gagged and chained to the floor on her belly, her wings bound so that she doesn't try to escape again.
"Rainbow Dash." I smirk as I open her solid metal cell door. "For assaulting Her Majesty, Princess Luna, resisting her guards and attempting to escape from prison, you have been sentenced to the third level. As a result, you are to be raped every day for the next two months. Do you have anything to say for yourself?"
Rainbow thrashes around wildly in her chains, only succeeding in tiring herself out. I chuckle as I walk around her and examine her muscular form. She's less curvaceous than your average mare, but what she lacks in shapeliness, she makes up for in strength. I watch her struggle, fighting against the chains as a beast fights a predator which has pinned them to the ground; both are exercises in futility. When she’s finally stopped pulling against the chains, I walk behind her and, with a flash of my knife, deftly slice off the hair from her tail. With all of her tail hair removed, I have unobstructed access to her backside. Tossing the knife and the key onto the bench, I give her right flank a hard slap, and she lets out a muffled yelp through her ball gag. That sound is enticing enough to coax my cock to slip out of its sheath. I slap her left flank and she cries into her gag again. The excitement erects me even further as I anticipate the coming event.
With a small puff of magic, I stroke and lube my cock as I decide; do I want her ass or her cunt first? Both options are tantalizing and sure to be tight, it's just a matter of which will make her suffer more. With my cock hard as stone and dripping with lube, I inspect both with my hooves. Her ass clenches shut, so I decide to make that my starting point today.
I mount her, line my cock up with her anus, and with a bit of magic to keep it aimed properly, I push my way in. I discover that she’s much tighter than I expected as I hilt myself in her. She lets out a pained scream into her gag, serenading me with her strained whimpering as she tries desperately to squeeze my massive cock out of her arse. I take a moment to savor having her enveloping and warming my shaft before I start moving my hips. Because she's so tight, I have to start slow; she screams again as I do. I keep up my slow, steady pace, making sure to embed myself fully every time I thrust into her, my heavy testicles pressing against her vulva. I feel her starting to loosen up.
I pick up the pace, my ball sack slapping audibly against her now. I reach around her waist and grope at her mammaries with my hooves, but I’m disappointed to find that there’s not much there. At this point it seems like she's too out of breath to scream as I pound my hips against her muscular ass. As I feel myself start to flare, I pull out of her and slam my engorged fuck stick deep into her dry cunt, quick enough that I make her scream in agonizing pain. Her back legs writhe and tense up, trying desperately to kick me away, but to no avail. I relish her screams and struggles as I unload my sticky mess directly into her womb; pump after pump of foal batter fills her, and my only regret is that she's not in heat. Foal birth often ends a pony's athletic career. When my balls have finished filling her with my seed, I pull out and step back to admire my work; my cum is oozing out of her reddened cunt and she's panting for breath, tears running down her cheeks. As they run along the gag, they fall to her lips. I almost wish I was the one tasting them. Another time, perhaps.
I walk around in front of her and look down at her. "Over the next two months, at least one guard will come in and rape you every day. In time you may end up servicing two or more in a session, and if you enter heat, you will be fucked from moonrise to moonset."She glares up at me, her defiance clearly still burning strong in her. The next two months will see that flame snuffed out and in its place will be a docile broodmare. My lecherous smile makes her struggle in her chains again.
“Still fighting?” I ask. “You know it won’t do you any good. Besides, if you thought I was done for the day already, then you're sorely mistaken." I grip her head and undo the chain keeping it pressed to the floor. With a bit of magic under her chin, I raise her head up and undo the clasp on her gag. I'm able to force her muzzle open as far as it will go as I take the gag out of her mouth. She screams again now that her throat has been opened, hoping someone will come to help her.
Her screaming doesn't last long as I push my semi-erect cock into her mouth. It’s rather clear that she is not enjoying the taste of her own ass, or the slick, white cum that's glazed my meat. I feel her try to bite me as her jaw tries to work against my magic which is holding it open. I click my tongue disappointedly at her. "Such a shame. I was only going to do this once, but now it seems like I'll have to requisition a special gag and make it a mandatory part of your daily raping."
I relax my bladder and begin to piss into her mouth. Her eyes go wide with panic, gagging on the bitter golden fluid that's streaming onto her tongue. I stop after a couple of seconds and look disdainfully down at her. "Now, swallow it."
She refuses and shakes her head as best she can, somehow managing to spit some of it out around my cock. It runs down my leg and splashes on the floor in a small puddle. I growl and push my cock further into her mouth and begin pissing directly down her throat. “How dare you waste my generous gift!?” I shout. She chokes and tries to struggle, but I hold her head in place with my magic. My bladder empties into her stomach over the next twenty seconds or so, and when I'm done, I remove myself from her mouth and replace her ball gag, making sure it stays tight and causing as much discomfort as I can.
"You really shouldn't have done that, Rainbow Dash. As it stands, I am ordering a new gag that will let ponies slip their cocks so far into your mouth that they can piss down your throat, which is an instruction I will absolutely be adding to your daily regimen. Resist again, and I guarantee that I will have them feed you something much worse. Are we understood?"
I chain her head back down, her chin resting in the puddle she made, ensuring that she smells the pungent urine that she spilled. I collect the key and knife from the bench where I left them. Stepping out of the cell I look back at Rainbow Dash, and I can still see the defiance in her expression. She was a tough bird. This was clearly going to take more than one session, but there would be time for that later. I had an inspection to conduct this afternoon and needed to prepare for it. If that wasn’t enough, I still needed to purchase a new spider gag. I sigh as I return to the stairs. A guard’s work is never done...
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
TDO-Fall of the Wonderbolts
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 .
The guards at the guard station in the dungeon’s antechamber salute me as I enter. I nod to them and begin removing my armor. Carnal rehabilitation duty has become my favorite part of this job. Ever since my first session with Celestia I've enjoyed delivering tactile punishment to prisoners of the crown. Even though we have the Pleasure Corps to serve as our sexual playthings, nothing compares to fucking a prisoner into submission. I put away my armor and equipment, minus two small potion vials, before making my way into the dungeon.
The first floor is for ponies who commit small crimes against regular citizens; theft, assault, arson, etc. It sees a lot of use, which is why the cells have sound dampener runes carved into their walls. I like to stop and watch from time to time. The guards responsible for handling their punishments can be quite inventive, though some would call them depraved. I always keep an eye out for ponies of exceptional creativity, oftentimes staying to watch their whole session. Those that impress me are invited to join a small unit of the most sexually free guards in the military. Such a unit exists for the sole purpose of breaking their prisoners’ resolve. Not many ponies can take four hours of having every hole in their body violently violated and filled with cum. Even fewer can take being forced to drink the piss of the ponies who raped them.
None of the guards on duty today are impressing me, so I continue on. Heading down the flight of stairs at the back of the dungeon, I make my way to level three. That one is my favorite level; it's where we keep the traitors. Each cell is custom designed to allow us to restrain the prisoner inside in any way we could possibly desire.
I walk down the row of cells until I reach the one I'm looking for. Using my magic I unlock the door and step inside. Waiting for me is the Wonderbolt lieutenant Soarin, on his belly and chained to the floor. His tail is held high by a nylon cord attached to a ring at its base and a collar around his neck. He's muzzled with a funnel gag, which has a sign on it reading 'Urinal'. A hoof bar had also been set up to make it easier to use him. I set one of the potions, a blue one, down on the bench and step up to him. Looking down into his eyes I can see the effect of his torture and I smirk, uncorking the potion and pouring the contents into the funnel. The tube in his mouth forces him to drink the potion, which begins to take effect immediately. I can hear him whimper as I walk around behind him, his penis and balls are gone and in their place is a vagina.
I admire it for a moment. I'm impressed by what the new gender-shift potions can do. I use my magic to spread it; it looks real. His new pussy certainly feels real when I press my hoof against his velvety vulva. I walk back around and use the hoof-bar to prop myself up. I shuffle and line up with his funnel and relax my bladder. My stream splatters hard against the plastic of the funnel, flows down the tube and drains into his mouth. I hadn't taken a piss since I had breakfast this morning and I really had to go. Soarin tried to swallow my piss as quickly as I provided it, but he couldn't keep up. I could hear it pooling in the funnel as my stream finally slowed down. He was still swallowing as I dismounted the hoof-bar so I waited for him to finish before circling around behind him.
I use my magic to spread his cunt again and bury my muzzle in him. He groans into his funnel gag as I do, growing even louder as I push my tongue into his brand-new labia. Being unused to having a pussy, his walls clench and fight me as I work my tongue deeper into him. I like having his body fight me and tense up, especially as my tongue knocks against his hymen. At my request the potion maker specifically designed this potion to create a virginal hole. This time I push my tongue forcefully through his delicate flower, tearing it and causing him to scream into the tube of his funnel gag, spewing out a few drops of piss that were still in the tube. The taste of copper mixes with the taste of his cunt as I lap up the blood from deflowering him. He squeezes around my tongue harder than before as I keep licking deeper.
As I'm eating him out I hear the door swing open again and I pull back from Soarin's folds to see one of my subordinates walk in."Just here to use the urinal Sir." He says snapping a salute.
"By all means, please do." I say as I give Soarin one last lick.
The guard mounts the hoof-rail and releases his deep yellow stream into the funnel. While he's pissing, I stand, lift Soarin's hips and mount him. I slam my cock into his voluptuous pussy in one powerful thrust. His gasp makes him choke on the urine filling his mouth, coughing violently to force the piss out of his lungs. I let him clear his windpipe and drink the rest of the piss before I start moving again. As I start thrusting, the guard dismounts the hoof-bar, salutes me and leaves the room. I pay him little mind as I work my meat in Soarin's new cunt. I can hardly believe how tight he is, his walls flex and squeeze around my cock as I thrust harder into him. My hips make a wet slapping sound as they smack against his with every thrust. I groan as I slow down, not wanting to finish quite so soon. I keep pumping my shaft into him as deep as it will go, ramming into his cervix with each push.
As much as I wanted to last longer, I could feel my cock flaring and I gave one final brutal thrust. Hilted in him, with the tip of my shaft pressed firmly against his cervix, I unload my foal batter. I pump pulse after pulse of spunk into his new womb, certain to fertilize the freshly-grown eggs waiting inside. He groans as all he can do is take my seed, the heat filling his belly in a way he never could have felt before. I pull out and shoot the last little bit onto his ass. His hips collapse back to the floor and I watch as his cunt winks, slowly squeezing out as much of my cum as it can.
With a satisfied sigh I walk over to the bench and levitate up the potion I left there, a red one, uncork it and down it quickly. It tastes sour, kind of like a bad wine but its effects are rather astounding. I can instantly feel my balls refilling with cum, and my cock is stiffening once again. I smirk down at Soarin, "As much as I would like to go another round with your new cunt, I have plans for your second lieutenant."
He stays quiet. I grab his jaw and make him look up at me. I can tell that I've broken him. I took away his… no, her manhood and now she knows she's nothing but a cumdumpster. "Don't worry, you'll make a fine addition to the Pleasure Corps. If our child is born healthy and strong you may even become a proper broodmare. I’ll be keeping a close eye on you, Soarine..." I laugh as I let go of her jaw and walk out of the room. I leave the door open so other guards can use the urinal unhindered. As I'm walking away from Soarine's cell, one of the guards at the stairs bolts into the room. I snicker as I walk across the hall to the next cell.
Entering Blaze’s cell, I find her preoccupied as one of my guards is ramming his cock into her ass. I smirk and walk up to her, my erect penis bobbing with every step. Blaze looks up at me and I can see defiance and tenacity in her eyes. Breaking her is not going to be easy, but I have a few ideas that might succeed. For the moment I settle for watching the guard rutting her. He hasn’t seen me, since his eyes are closed, but I can tell he’s loving the tightness of her ass. I circle around and watch from the side as he slams into her and unloads his seed into her with a guttural moan.
He kept himself hilted in her for a good thirty seconds before he dismounted her and noticed me. Despite him being tired, we exchange salutes before he makes his way out of the cell. Once he's gone I walk back around in front of her and stare down at her. "I hope you're enjoying your stay here, Blaze. You probably feel right at home, being used by everypony around you before being discarded like a used up cum rag."
She growls at me as best she can through the ball gag in her mouth. I would have rather had her mouth open so the other guards could fuck her face, but she spent evey waking moment shouting. I had her gag changed after the first five hours, thank fuck for the sound dampening spells on the cell doors.
"What, don't like having the truth shoved in your face? You know you're just Spitfire version naught-point-five, never quite able to live up to her standards of excellence." My voice oozes with malice. "That's why she chose him, you know. Spitfire chose Soarin over you, despite him being younger and newer than you. It was because you’re inferior."
Blaze strains against her chains, hate burning in her eyes and drool dripping off of her chin. It's pointless with how tightly bound she is, but she struggles anyway. I smirk down at her and walk around to her ass, which is leaking cum from her recent ass raping. Since my dick is hard and her ass is already lubed up with cum, I see no reason not to mount her. I hum as her walls instinctively squeeze me as I hilt myself in her. I lean forward to speak into her ear, "your colors are a two-bit knockoff of Spitfire's. I bet you've even tried to highlight your mane so other ponies mistake you for her."
I sigh as she refuses to respond, and I dismount her. I wipe my cock on her tail before walking back around to her front. She looks up at me as I sit down in her face and begin stroking my shaft with my hoof. I slide my hoof all the way from the tip to my balls and back again before I address her again. "I just realized that you're not worth my time or effort."
I run my hoof along my medial ring with a barely audible groan, giving my shaft a little squeeze before stroking it from top to bottom again. Blaze's expression becomes confused as I keep working my penis. A drop of precum forms at the tip as I stroke a little faster. "I pay a personal visit to every prisoner here, where I list off their crimes and deliver their sentence. Once I've done that, I fuck them, but again, you're just not worth it."
I ignore her protests and focus on jerking off. My hoof is slick with precum and pumping my shaft as it twitches. I can feel myself flaring, with a moan I use my magic to aim as my semen starts flying. I keep stroking my shaft as I unload my jizz all over Blaze's head. The first burst of cum streaks along her orange mane adding a ribbon of white to it. The next splatters against her forehead and eyelids, since she managed to close them in time. A third shot plasters her nose and ball gag, making her choke as she inhales some. As Blaze is coughing to clear the cum from her nose, the last of my seed arcs along her back. I sigh contently, as my cock slips back into my sheath and I admire my painting. Blaze looks much better now that she's splattered with my foal batter.
"That's a good look for you Blaze, you should consider keeping it. As I said, you're just not valuable enough to waste my time on. From this point forward, your fate is in the hooves of the guards down here, and it is unlikely I will ever come in here to visit you again." I stand up with a little wobble, a side effect of the potion I drank earlier. "Be careful not to attract too much attention, though. I may never visit you again, but you don't want my personal squad to drop in. They’re vicious. It’s just too bad you couldn’t be more useful to us..."
I chuckle maliciously as I walk out of her cell and shut the door. I would have to mention her to my unit, though she'll probably need a padded white cell after they're through with her, and perhaps a shower or ten. Plotting aside, I did need to meet up with my team for more official reasons. I still needed to file reports before that meeting this afternoon. I made my way out of the dungeon, and into the refreshing moonlight.
It's about four in the afternoon when I knock on the counter at the guard depot. It takes a minute for the clerk to roll out of bed and come to the counter, rubbing sleep out of his eyes. I give him the list of things I need for today; lube, a spider gag, a paddle and a couple of the experimental healing potions. The clerk gathers the items for me and sets them on the counter. "Here you go. Goin’ for an early start on yer latest capture?"
"Yeah," I reply as I stow the supplies in my saddle bags. "He's a wonderbolt, one of the ones that split off from Spitfire when she led her revolt."
He nods. "So, what's he done to land him below?"
"Princess Luna has ordered the capture of all remaining Wonderbolts,” I chuckle. “Most have kept their heads down, but there are whispers that they're planning something. He doesn't seem to know anything about their plans, but when they strike, the guard will be there to take them down."
"More toys for the boys," he says as he yawns. "Good, could always use 'em. Especially with a fair few of them ending up knocked up. Also, thanks for puttin' the zeeb in the barracks."
"It's no more than she deserves," I say as I turn to leave.
"Boss,” calls the clerk, “'fore ya go."
I turn back around. "Yes, Copper?"
"Wanted to let you know, the boys and girls 've been giving her more than just drink, if ya catch mah meaning."
I nod. "I do. It's not a problem unless she chokes. If they're sneaking around to do it when I'm busy, let them know they don't have to."
"Understood, boss." Copper says with a smile, "I'll be sure to pass it along."
I grin and leave him to catch a few more winks before the night shift starts. Making my way down to the third level of the dungeon doesn't take long. The dungeon is quiet; the day guards have yet to do their end of shift patrols, which they do when the night guards come to replace them. Most guards either hit up the pleasure corps or come here when they’re off duty. The majority of the prisoners are sleeping, a small respite from their daily hell. That said, there are a couple of them that have magic powered toys buzzing inside them throughout the day.
I quiet my thoughts as I reach the cell I’d been looking for. I unlock the door and step in, where I find a stallion with a silver-gray coat and a turquoise-gray striped mane. He remains asleep as I step in and close the door, probably still out cold from when Princess Luna interrogated him. Having a princess push her way into your dreams and conjure up your greatest fears… your worst nightmares... it takes a lot out of a pony. Dropping my saddle bags by the door, I walk around to his front so I can open his mouth and fit him with the spider gag, using my magic and going slow so as not to disturb his slumber.
With his mouth secure, I levitate him up into the air and suspend him. Using the chains connected to the wall anchors, I hang him upside down by his hooves. He's high enough off the floor that I can mount either end and fuck him like a breeding machine at a fertility clinic. Before I can do that, though, I have to secure his chest. I grab the suspension harness off the wall and strap it onto him. I secure the center connector to the ceiling anchor; that way he won't break his back as I pound his ass.
With my prey securely suspended, I walk over to my saddle bags and retrieve the other items I bought with me. I place the potions and lube on the bench and walk around to his backside. I twirl the paddle in the air before bringing it down against his ass with a loud smack. This rips him from his slumber, and he shouts as best he can with the spider gag in his mouth. I give him a second smack, this one on the other ass cheek, which elicits another shout from him. Twirling the paddle, I walk around to face him and grin wickedly.
"Hello, Silver Zoom. I'm Princess Luna's Guard Captain. When you are allowed to speak, you will refer to me as such. Now, Princess Luna has attempted to extract information from you about the plans of the remaining Wonderbolts, but it appears that you have nothing to give." I float the paddle back to his ass and give him another smack, this time on the cutie mark. He cries out louder this time, a result of my increased use of force. "Since you seem to be of no use to the princess, you're mine to do with as I please."
"Fuck you," he groans through the spider gag.
I smack him again, this time on the other cutie mark and twice as hard. He screams. "That's 'Fuck you, Captain.' Are we understood?"
Silver Zoom growls and repeats louder, "Fuck you!"
I sigh and smack his balls with the paddle. He screams and writhes in his bonds. I let him have a chance to recover before I speak again. It’s no use trying to communicate if he can’t hear me over the sound of his own agony. "Right... Clearly, I'm going to have to use some extreme measures to break you. Let's make one thing clear, Silver Zoom, I am going to use everything at my disposal to destroy your will. Nothing is off limits, and, so help me Luna, I will come out on top."
Silver struggles to speak up, the pain clearly still rippling through his body. I can only make out the word "worst" as he glares up at me.
I nod at him. "Will do." I slap his balls again with the paddle. His screams reverberate off the walls again while I grab his head with my magic and step over him. I line his open mouth up so I can slip my semi-erect cock into him. Holding him still, I relax my urethral sphincter and start urinating down his throat. He chokes on the acrid liquid as it flows down into his stomach. I pull his head off my cock and let my foul piss spray onto his face. I’ve completely soaked his mane and face by the time my bladder is empty. Droplets of piss drip from him in a gloriously filthy display. "I have much worse I can do, but this makes a nice start."
I grab his head again and slip my cock back into his mouth. This time I start to hump him softly, rocking my hips and letting my shaft swell inside him. As it becomes harder, I am able to push into his throat and start properly humping his face. He gags and chokes as I start to thrust into his mouth hard, breeding it like I would with any cunt or ass. After a minute or two, I go all out; I slam my balls against his nose as hard as I can. My dick drives into his throat with each thrust until I can feel the head of my penis flaring. I drive it in as far as I can and blow my load. I can feel him choking on my rod, his muscles contracting around me, trying to push my member out as it pulses and fires shot after shot of seed into him. I keep myself in his throat even as his convulsions grow weaker, until I can feel him starting to go limp. I pull out of him and his body instinctively draws a gasping breath.
"I could have kept going,” I say. “Let you choke on my cock and toss your corpse into the Everfree Forest." I'm breathing heavily as I sit down in front of him as he gasps for breath. I can see a bit of fear flicker in his eyes, before he takes a deeper breath and the defiance returns.
He manages to wheeze out, "You… wouldn't…"
"You have me there, I wouldn't do that. It would be a waste of a perfectly good fuckhole. Although, that does give me an idea." My face splits with a wicked grin. "Hang tight,” I joke, swinging him from the chain that suspends him. “I'll be back shortly."
I leave the cell and trek back upstairs to the barracks. The night guards are starting to wake up and prepare for the day, which means most will be stopping by the new latrine. I work my way through the barracks, to the new doorway in the back. Inside is a concrete bowl, about six inches tall with a metal x-frame bolted into it. Strapped to that metal x-frame is Zecora, who currently has a guard pissing in her mouth. There are a couple of other guards who have their hooves resting on the lip of the cement bowl, pissing on other parts of her.
I cough to draw their attention. "If you are a unicorn, and you are here to do more than piss on the zeeb, raise your hoof. Yes, I know about it, and no, I don't have a problem with it." Two unicorns raise their hooves. One is a day shift mare who's just come back, the other is a night guard stallion.
"Come with me,” I say, pointing to the night guard. “I have a special assignment for you." I turn and leave the room with the unicorn following close behind me. He moves with the discomfort of a pony who has yet to relieve himself. We walk down to the dungeon, and into Silver Zoom's cell. "This morning, you'll be using him instead. Use your magic to hold his head in place, and make sure he swallows it all. Come find me when you're done. I should be nearby."
"Yes, Sir!" The guard salutes me and I leave the cell as he circles around Silver. I cross the hall and open one of the cell doors. Inside is Spitfire, chained to the floor, on her belly with cum stains trailing down her back and across her wings. One of the guards on this level must have just used her, I reason. Her face is soaked and she smells of piss. She looks up as I walk in.
"Hey there, Spitfire. Just one hundred and forty-four days until you're out of here and living in the pleasure corps quarters," I say as I walk around her. She doesn't respond at all. When I reach her ass, I am delighted to find that it's also soaked, a small dribble of liquid oozing out from inside. "Looks like a couple of guards came by and hosed you off."
I can see her shiver at that and I laugh. "Oh, Spitfire... remember what I told you when you smashed your head into my muzzle?"
Spitfire doesn't look at me or speak but she nods her head. I circle around and look down at her. "I have a guard giving Silver Zoom that exact treatment right now. You see, he asked me to do my worst, and so I am. Had I needed to, I'd gladly be the one taking care of that right now."
Spitfire looks away in disgust, and I laugh loudly, to the point where it becomes maniacal. "This is my realm, Spitfire. I am free to do whatever I want down here, so long as I don't end up responsible for somepony being killed. Now, I'm going to leave you be today, but I'll be checking to make sure you've been on your best behavior. If I find out you haven't... well, you know what I'm going to do."
I close the door as I leave her cell, and sit down in front of it, waiting for the guard to finish. A few minutes later, he steps out of Silver Zoom's cell. I walk up to him and he salutes me. "Job done, sir!"
"Good work, soldier.” I say as I salute back. “Now go have some breakfast, if you haven't already." The guard nods and heads for the stairs while I step into the room. Since Silver is suspended with his ass towards the door, I have to walk around to take a look at his face. "You asked for my worst, and I'm happy to oblige."
I walk back around to his ass and sit down. I wrap a hoof around my semi-erect cock and press my lips to his anus. My tongue licks and prods his ass, spreading saliva all over his tight ring, while my hoof is busy stroking my rod. After a few moments I push into him and my tongue swirls around inside. My cock hardens quicker after he squeezes on my tongue, trying to push it back out. After another minute of rimming him, I pull back and bring over the lube. A dollop is dribbled onto my cock, where I spread it around with my hoof until my shaft is thoroughly coated. I cork the bottle, saving the rest for another time.
With my cock lubed and raring to go, I mount Silver Zoom. My forelegs wrap around the inside of his hind legs and my tip presses against his anus. I give Silver no other warning before pressing into him. The tip of my dick pops in with less difficulty than I had expected, but as soon as I start pushing forward, his ass clamps down on me. I growl and push harder, slipping a couple of inches further in before I have to pause. I let him grow accustomed to it for a moment, then start to slip my dick back out, only to thrust again with all the force I can muster. He howls as I slam in balls deep. Groaning, I have to pause as his ass squeezes me like a vise. This time, I let him adjust for a minute or two before I start pulling back. I make it most of the way out before slamming back in. My hips strike his with a wet slap.
I give him another slow and powerful thrust before I start properly rutting him. My hips repeatedly slap against his ass cheeks, as I hilt into him with each thrust. His cock is growing as I fuck him, which means some part of him is enjoying this, even if it's only on a biological level. I pause to pick up the paddle from where I dropped it and give his cutie mark a firm slap. His walls clench and he shouts when I hit him. I keep thrusting into his tight anus and give him another smack. Despite his clenching I'm able to keep fucking him, and I do so as I alternate sides with the paddle.
Each time he clenches as I strike him, I come closer to blowing my load in his ass. After another few spankings, I can feel myself flaring, and I slam my dick in as hard as I can with one last heavy smack. I groan and unload inside him, his sphincter clenching on my shaft and his own cock flaring. I wrap my lips around his shaft as he starts to cum. My stallionhood pulses as burst after burst of seed fills Silver's ass, while his own cum is filling my mouth. After a few minutes I pull off of his cock, my mouth still full of his cum as I dismount him. I wobble around to his front, take ahold of his head with my magic and spit his own cum into his mouth. What I can't spit out, I swallow and walk out to the door. My cock is still partially erect as I walk into Spitfire's room and sit in front of her.
"Clean me."
Spitfire looks up at me and leans forward, giving my shaft a long lick, starting from my balls and going all the way to the tip, as a well-trained whore does. She recoils in disgust at first, but leans back in and keeps licking. After a minute of this, I scoot forward and force my cock into her mouth. "Suck."
She sucks on my cock like it's a candy, stopping only as I scoot so that her lips press against the base of my cock. She spends the next several minutes sucking gently until I pull back and look down at her. She opens her mouth and sticks out her tongue, showing me that she’s swallowed every drop. "Good girl, Spitfire. You'll make a fine addition to the pleasure corps."
I stand up, turn around and step backwards so that my sheath is above her mane. She lays her head down and I pee on her. I soak her mane thoroughly with what is left of my urine, which pours down her muzzle and pools under her head. When my bladder runs dry, I walk out of her cell, closing the door on the way out. I collect my things from Silver's cell and leave the dungeon, sexually satisfied but disappointed that I couldn't try out the experimental healing potions.
