A Krampus Story

As the curtain closed, Applejack was forced backwards. Returning back to the icy room, maintaining her humiliating outfit. She shivered, not just from the cold. She felt scarred. Having a bunch of ponies while she was in such a humiliating circumstance, it felt too much for her. She just curled into a ball, crying on the ground. She didn't realize the extent of Krampus' power. Clearly he was some omnipotent being. Granny told her this would end by daylight, but does daylight even matter where she is?

Krampus looked at Applejack with his sadistic smile.

"Alright, you had your fun," said Applejack. She felt disparaged. Having hope dashed away is depressing, having it result in an even worse situation was ruining. "You've already spanked me, made my butt most of my mass, treated me like some kinda marionette, and made me use a diaper! Surely that's enough punishment!"

Krampus shook his head. For her torment was just beginning. Applejack couldn't believe it.

"Why you-" Applejack stood up, anger in her eyes. She looked at Krampus, rage filling her body. She charged at Krampus, not thinking of any of the possible consequences a being as powerful as him could do to her.

Of course, acting without thinking is the worst thing you can do when you're in peril. Applejack surely realized that when Krampus' hand lit up. It would be too late to make better decisions though. The charging mare suddenly found herself surrounded by darkness. She couldn't feel her legs moving anymore. They were stiff. She tried to yell out. Her mouth would not move. In fact, it felt like she was smiling. Smiling the widest smile she ever had. But she felt no joy. She felt afraid. What had Krampus done to her?

She felt her body moving, not by her own will though, and not in the magic way like Krampus had done to her earlier. It was a rocking sensation. It continued until she hit something, it felt like a wall made of... plastic? Where was she? She's never been in a plastic room before. Especially not one this small. She was trapped both in her own body, and within a small environment. She felt like she could start hyperventilating, but she felt no breath release. She wasn't breathing. She couldn't breathe. That realization would've made her heart pound. She didn't feel her heart though.

Is this death? She should've known it was a bad idea to charge at Krampus. If it's not death she would be dead soon. She felt cold, afraid, hopeless. She felt like she was nowhere. Some place in between living and not. A hellish purgatory of no escape.

There was no sound, no feeling but whatever wall her head was pressed against, she tasted nothing, she saw nothing. The lack of sensation made the pain in her ass all the more torturous. She had forgotten the pain when all her focus was on the humiliating show she was forced into. Now she felt it all the more. The burning sensation. The pain of it. She wanted to scream, but her mouth would not move. She couldn't feel her vocal chords made any noise. Did she even have them anymore? What was happening.

That's when sound returned. A musical melody was playing. It was simplistic. Childish. She recognized it. When she was a filly she had a toy that played the same song. She knew the lyrics to it by heart. As the song ended, her mind thought, "pop goes the wea-"

In an instant her body shot out of the top of the plastic box. The vision she had missed so much had finally returned to her, the light of the outside world, no matter how icy and cold it appeared, would've made her weep with joy if her body was able.

That joy would not be sustained. Krampus had put a mirror that allowed her to see herself. Just as she though, her face was forced into a joyous, immovable smile. Her body wobbled around violently, it was attached to a spring. She watched (and felt) her ass jiggling around with each movement of the large spring. She was in a standing position, but her limbs were cut off, attached to a short cylinder that attached to the spring. She heard a voice ring out. Her voice! "I'm Jigglejack in the Box! Watch as my giant butt jiggles around!"

Applejack couldn't comprehend what was happening. "I'm a- toy!?" It made sense now. Of course she wouldn't be able to breathe or have a heartbeat. She wasn't a living thing anymore. Just some stupid toy now. She wouldn't be able to move, she'd be forced to stay inside of that dark box. Completely at the mercy of whoever her "owner" is. In this case, Krampus.

Then she was forced back into the box. And the darkness returned.