A Krampus Story

by Drink Windex

Rating: mature
Tags: Porn, Fetish, Non-consensual, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Applejack
Length: 4023

Krampus comes to Ponyville, and his target is Applejack. Luckily she's too old to be punished by him... Or is she?

Hearth's Warming. The most magical time of year. Unfortunately, it can become quite the horror story for the ponies that get on the naughty list.

Contains:
Inanimate TF
ABDL
Humiliation

Published 2024-01-20 04:40:00 UTC
Last updated 2024-01-20 04:40:00 UTC

1 Ending Up On the Naughty List

It was a cold winter day at Sweet Apple Acres. Applejack and Big Mac had returned from collecting extra firewood to keep the house nice and warm for the nights arrival.

"Brrr. It's so cold," Applebloom said, curling up underneath a blanket.

"I know sugar cube. Don't worry though, this extra firewood should warm us all up." Applejack threw the wood into the chimney, preparing it to be set ablaze.

Just then there was a knock on the door. "Applejack, it's Rainbow Dash! I'm bored! Let's do something!"

Applejack opened the door. "Rainbow? I'm busy keeping the farmhouse warm.

"Cool, cool. Wanna race me downtown and back?" Rainbow asked, without much care for what Applejack was busy with.

"I can't. I gotta finish starting this fire. Applebloom's almost an ice cube." Applejack started to close the door.

Rainbow put her hoof on the door. "Oh come on Applejack. Big Mac can light the fire. I bet you're just too scared to race me!"

Applejack stopped and glared at the mare. "You think I'm scared to race you? Really? I could beat you in a hoof race, easy."

The two stood side by side. “You know, you can still forfeit y’know!” Rainbow said with a smug expression. Applejack was having none of it however.

The two mares raced their way into town. Rainbow was able to overtake Applejack’s position in the front with relative ease. The farm pony was in the back by the time they started running back to the farm.

Applejack was conserving her energy though. As Rainbow began to slow down with fatigue, Applejack took the chance to break out into a full sprint. She quickly overtook first place, much to Rainbow's annoyance. Unfortunately, with the snow on the ground, it was hard to see the ice there too. As Applejack approached the finish, her hoof met a small patch of ice located in front of her home. She lost balance and slipped, ramming into the wooden wall, breaking a hole in it.

The cold air from outside quickly extinguishing the flames of the fire Big Mac had just finished igniting.

Rainbow stopped and rushed over to her friend's side, helping her stand up. "Applejack are you ok!?"

Applejack groaned in mild pain. "I think so." Luckily the worst injury she had on her was a scratch. Unfortunately, she couldn't say the same about the wall. The hole was as tall as Applejack. Inside the hole, the mare could see her family shooting her angered glares.

Applebloom had just started warming up in front of the fire, only for them to go. Leaving her as cold as before.

Big Mac just sighed and went to get the tools to fix it. Annoyed that his relaxation would have to come later.

"Applejack." The angered voice of Applejack's grandma rang out.

Rainbow Dash nervously started backing away, "Uh, see ya later Applejack!" She rushed back home.

Applejack gulped and sheepishly smiled. "Heh, sorry about that y'all. Lost my footing there." She slowly entered the home, sitting on the couch, sweating nervously.

Granny Smith glared at Apple Jack "Now, you shouldn't be doing such childish stuff like that Applejack. You might get Krampus' attention."

"Krampus?" Applejack had never heard such a strange name before. "What in the hay are you talkin about Granny?"

"Do they not teach you these things in school anymore? Krampus is the demon of Hearth's Warming!" Granny started, "every Hearth's Warming, he collects one naughty filly to punish until the morning sun, in the hopes that they'll be good for the entirety of next year."

Applejack just looked confused. "Only one filly? That seems inefficient. Wouldn't it be better to punish a bunch of naughty fillies?"

"Well he'd rather be thorough with one filly than waste time with a bunch of them."

Applejack just stared, somewhat stupefied by what her granny was telling her. It sounded like something that was made up on the spot just as a way to try and creep her out. Though it was a pointless effort. "Granny, you know I'm not a filly. Even if he is real, he wouldn't go after me."

"We're all fillies to an immortal, dear."

As much as Applejack was annoyed by such an obviously fake story, she was glad she didn't receive a harsh punishment.

Big Mac returned with his tools. In a matter of hours he was able to make a quick fix for the hole. While the new wood stood out like a sore thumb, he was at least able to keep the nighttime cold out. It gave him quite some fatigue however, and he went straight to bed afterwards.

Applejack started the fire once again. Giving Applebloom the warmth she had been waiting all day for.

"Applejack, what are you gonna do?" Applebloom asked her big sister.

"Whatdya mean?" Applejack was confused by the quesiton.

"I mean, what if Krampus comes for you tonight. You did break a hole in the wall..." Applebloom looked saddened for her big sister.

Applejack smiled and laughed a bit. "I'll be fine sugarcube. Krampus ain't real. Plus you head Granny. He only goes after fillies."

"But-" Applebloom started, but Applejack put her hoof over her muzzle.

"He ain't real. You don't gotta worry. Granny was just trying to scare me."

Applebloom felt some doubt, but she decided to trust her big sister. Applejack was tough anyway, she would be able to handle herself if Krampus ever came.

Applejack tucked Apple Bloom into her bed for the night and headed to her room. She brushed her teeth, got into some pajama's, and headed to bed. As Applejack tried sleeping, Granny's story was still in the back of her mind.

"Wonder where Granny got that Krampus tale. Probably some old folklore or something. I guess there are weirder creatures in Equestria. Though all the other ones are possible, this one's clearly a story used to scare fillies into being good. I mean, what would a creature like that even do all the other days of the year? It just doesn't make any sense for Krampus to exist."

Little did Applejack know, downstairs where the chimney once housed a blazing fire. Now was nothing but some wet wood.

Applejack heard what sounded like hoofsteps from the staircase. "Probably just BIg Mac or Apple Bloom coming back from the bathroom" she thought to herself. Though, as they got closer to her room she thought they sounded rather... heavy. Much heavier than she'd even heard Big Mac's hoofsteps. "Maybe somepony is carrying something?" She couldn't think of anything else it could be. Well except perhaps. No, that's a silly thought.

Though that thought felt less silly when Applejack heard her doorknob being turned.

"Big Mac? Is that you?"

The door was being pulled open now. The creaking noise making Applejack's entire body feel colder than the snow outside.

"B-Big Mac. I know it's you. This isn't funny." Obviously he must be playing a prank on her. He was probably still upset about having to fix the wall.

Applejack looked at the door, but the entire house was pitch black. She could barley make out the figure in her doorway.

"Ok Big Mac, you've scared me. You can stop now."

The hoofsteps started once again. The closer they got, the more Applejack could somewhat make out the outline of whoever was in her room. They were big. Real big. They didn't walk on four hooves either. Instead standing upright on two legs. Applejack could feel her body shaking outside of her control, she could feel her heart pounding in her chest, it felt as though the world was slowed down. She could make out the large, sharp horns of the intruder. All of her thoughts stopped in an instant, she wasn't able to think of anything. She was trapped in this room with... something. Something much larger than her. She didn't know what it would do to her.

The beast began pulled a long shape from off of its back. A weapon perhaps? Applejack screamed out loudly, hoping it would alert her family and they could get some help.

In the other room, Big Mac opened his eyes slightly. Something waking him up. However with exhaustion overtaking him, he just closed his eyes once more and continued sleeping.

Applejack saw the creature begin making sudden movements with his arms. Whatever he was carrying was spinning wildly above his head. It looked like rope, but it sounded like it was made of metal. Were those chains?

She started to move finally. She started to run off from her bed. Unfortunately, she felt a cold sensation envelope her legs and body. The chains seemed to hogtie her.

Appljack helplessly and pathetically struggled as the figure loomed over her. She felt its hands grab hold of her body, as it lifted her up.

"Let me go! Help! Someone help! Big Mac!" She felt herself being placed inside of some cylindrical case. Almost basket like.

She heard the sound of a lid being closed on top of the basket. Completely trapping her within its confines.

"Applejack?" A sleepy voice said from the doorway. Apple Bloom had been awoken by her sisters calls for help. She brought a candle with her "Apple..." Apple Bloom froze as she saw a large, goatish, creature standing at the center of Applejack's room.

The goat creature just looked at Apple Bloom... and smiled. He walked over to the filly, patted her head, and pushed her back into her room before gently closing the door, before walking back into the living room. As he climbed back up the chimney, he relit the fire and wandered out into the winter storm with his prize.

2 Flogging

Applejack felt nauseous. Both out of fear, and the constant shaking she felt as the creature ran across Equestria. Though, she was too distracted to think about it. "This can't be happening, this has to be a nightmare." She hoped, though no matter what she tried, she wasn't able to wake.

The shaking lasted hours. Where was she being taken? What would he do to her? She didn't want an answer to any of these questions. Unfortunately, those answers would be arriving soon.

Applejack heard the lid of the basket being popped off. She felt the basket being lifted up, before she was dumped out onto the floor. She landed on her butt, looking up in a sitting position. She was able to get a good look at the creature now. He looked goat like, with a forked tongue he was licking his lips with. He towered over Applejack.

Applejack looked around. She was somewhere very cold. It seemed like it was made of pure permafrost. She couldn't see any visible exit, meaning escape was out of the question for now.

"Wh- What do you want with me?" She said, scared and confused.

"I am Krampus" The creature's low voice boomed.

Applejack was shocked "N-No. You're not real!" She yelled out.

Krampus laughed, shaking the mare to her core.

"Why are you going after me! I'm not a filly!"

"A naughty filly can become good naturally. A naughty adult must become good through force."

"O-Ok! Well I'll be good! I've learned my lesson, I won't race on ice again!" Applejack forced a fake smile, trying to act confident.

Krampus shook his head. "You must be punished for all bad you've ever done."

"E- Ever" Applejack thought back to everything bad she's ever done. She wasn't sure how many punishments awaited her if she was being punished for all of them.

Krampus chuckled again. He picked up the scared mare and held her up by her tail.

"Wh- What in the hay are you do-" Applejack then felt a stinging come from her butt. It was smacked, hard, with a large metal rod.

Applejack screamed out, tears starting to whell in her eyes. She'd never been spanked before, not even when she was a filly. It felt awful. Violating. Her ass felt like it was on fire.

Of course, spankings don't happen once. They're always part of a series. Krampus beat her ass with the rod over and over again. Each time, Applejack struggled to hold back her tears. As much as she wanted to cry, she didn't want to give this creature the satisfaction. She felt so helpless though. It didn't help that her face was also red from being in such a humiliating position.

After the 20th smack or so, Applejack couldn't hold it in anymore and began to loudly cry out in pain. Krampus seemed to take much enjoyement in the mares pain. He continued to assault her rear, each one from this point hitting even harder.

It wasn't until after the 50th smack that Krampus finally set the sobbing mare down. Her butt stinging and burning. She quickly sat it down on the icy floor, praying for at least a bit of relief. Her ass was as red as a tomato.

Just as she let her guard down though, Krampus lifted her up once more, carrying her muzzle towards his. He put his lips up to hers and then blew outwards. Through some sort of strange magic that Applejack couldn’t believe was real, her butt started to grow, and grow. As though he was inflating her like some sort of slutty balloon. Her now gigantic rear wobbled around. Applejack felt ridiculous.

“What in the hay have you done to me! My butt is bigger than a cow’s!”

Krampus laughed once more, only making the mare blush wildly. He picked up the rod again. One slap to the rear was now all it took to make her start bawling like crazy. Somehow the size increase also made her butt all the more sensitive. The slap from the rod felt like a million burning hot knives stabbing into her. Her gigantic ass jiggled incredibly as it was hit. Taking several seconds to sit still. Then another hit of it, again sent Applejack into a painful spiral.

In her mind Applejack thought, “Oh sweet Celestia! Why me! I don’t deserve this kind of treatment! I just had a little accident this morning. I don’t deserve this!”

And perhaps she didn’t deserve it. But Krampus never claimed to be fair.

3 Little Accident

As Krampus finished the 100th lashing to Applejack’s fat ass, he put the mare down, and pondered what to do next to her. Meanwhile Applejack’s eyes were burning from crying so much. She thought her ass was burning last time, this time it felt like it was cooked in lava for thousands of years. Unfortunately, when she sitting to cool it off from the ice floor, she found it was too sensitive for that too. Icy cold pain seemed to envelope every area but the burning ones. Meaning now her butt was both on fire and frozen at the same time.

“I’ll never be able to go out in public with this massive trunk behind me! I’d be a laughing stock!” Just moving a little caused it to jiggle around.

Krampus finally had an idea for the next bit of amusement. He quickly went to another room to grab supplies for it.

It took applejack a couple minutes to realize Krampus left, she had been preoccupied complaining about her jiggling derrière. As soon as she noticed however, she bolted around the house or prison or whatever this place was.

No matter the massive weight she was now carrying, she did fine moving around. It only took her around 5 minutes to locate a line door. It had to be an exit. She grabbed the frozen door handle and turned the knob as fast as she could. She didn’t care what snowy tundra was beyond the doorway. She wanted out of this nightmare as fast as possible.

The light beyond the door shone so bright, it blinded poor Applejack. Was it morning already? Granny she would get to go home at daylight.

She walked further out. There was no snow on the ground. She wasn’t sure what she was walking on. It was hard though. It had a texture to it. “Wood?”

As she walked even further out, she saw the light source was not the sun at all. It looked more like… a stage light.

Appplejack could see clearer now. There were pony’s watching her. They looked like they were all sitting in a theatre, ready to watch a movie.

“Hey! Help! Anypony?” She called out to them. But no one moved. They all stood there, looking somewhat confused. Then they all started laughing.

Applejack was shocked. “Hey! How can you laugh at a pony in need!”

“Aww, look at the little filly!” One of the audience members yelled out.

This only made Applejack more angry. “Filly? I’m a full grown mare!”

There was a mirror on stage. Applejack looked at herself in horror. She looked the same as always, even if her back end was unusually swollen. That wasn’t the problem. She was wearing an outfit. On her butt was taped a giant diaper, with a pink tutu barely covering it.

She tried covering it up, but nothing seemed to work. It was too large to hide from any angle.

The audience's laughs grew louder. She couldn’t believe this was happening to her. The big butt problem was humiliating enough, a diaper is ten times worse.

The laughter died down a bit, someone from the audience yelled out “start the show!”

Applejack was confused. “Show? What show! Why won’t any a’ y’all help me!” Then Applejack’s front hoof lifted up to the sky. “What in tarnation!?” She had no clue why her body was moving on its own.

Next she was forced to stand on one of her hind legs while the other was pointed upwards to the sky, in a ballet pose. The crowd cheered.

“M- Make it stop! I’m not doing this! Help!!!” Applejack was on the verge of crying again. Pain is one thing, this was pure humiliation. Her cheeks burned, her body would’ve been stiff as a board if whatever dark magic wasn’t moving it for her. She then did a leap across the stage and began ballet dancing for the crowd.

The crowd’s laughter started up again, with each move she did the crowd would laugh and laugh.

Applejack’s eyes darted around the room frantically. Searching for any sort of distraction of the horrors she was experiencing. Her eyes locked onto a poster on the wall. On it was a picture of her, dressed as she was now, with a cute smile. Above it was text that read “JiggleJack the Dancing Foal”

The mare then stopped dancing, and for a moment Applejack thought it was over. Then her body was forced to turn around, showing off her diaper to the crowd as much as possible. She then felt an odd sensation. The diaper was starting to feel warm. Was she…

“Sweet Celestia! Don’t look!”

For the finale she was wetting her diaper, clear as day for the entire crowd to enjoy. They all laughed and cheered. The auditorium filled with a chant “Jigglejack! Jigglejack! Jigglejack!”

4 Jigglejack

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.