Deep underneath Castle Equus, Dusk sadly waited out time here while being chained up like a common criminal in a cell of the castle dungeon. There were no windows to keep track of time, but merely the friendly, rhythmic pumping of his heart. The air was foul without any fresh air blowing throughout, but also his cell stank of dried offal and piss, which he has already added to himself over these past weeks or months, however long it has been since the city patrol took him in and left him in the custody of the palace guards.

The reason for his arrest and incarceration was as stupid as anything the goddesses could trump him up with: being a male alicorn, or as they put it, pretending to be an alicorn.

His stomach growled requiring food. How long has it been since he last ate? Dusk surely had no idea. His only remaining hope was that somehow Big Daddy would rescue him. Of course, it was only the faintest of hope, as BD was a gang boss that ruled over the Downs where Dusk grew up in, and who Dusk worked for these past few years. Surely, however, Daddy would work to secure the release of his private mage, right?

Dusk sighed. He had not asked to be this way. He had only been seeking what books in the only library still standing in the hellhole that is Equus Downs, where he discovered an ancient text hidden amongst the shelves, a book that had an unfinished spell in it. Dusk took the text home that day, and after reciting the spell, but then added his own words to complete the spell, he found himself held in supreme and blissful magic for several moments. Upon the spell’s ending, Dusk discovered that he now bore wings. He had been just a normal unicorn before, but now he had become one like the goddesses himself. And a new world of magic was available to him.

A lot of good that was, for as soon as he knew, he had been captured and enslaved by a ring of suppression on his horn, then tossed here in this foul dungeon to await his certain unwanted fate.

A tear fell from his eyes, knowing that he might never see his mother or his friends ever again.

Sometime later, Dusk’s ears pricked forward upon hearing the dungeon door rattling, then open with a squealing creak. Instantly he heard several male voices laughing and joking, meaning that several of the dungeon guards were coming in, no doubt to abuse a prisoner as they were wont to once in a while. He hoped that it wouldn’t be him they sought for agonizingly cruel sport.

He knew better than to hope; he was the only pony here in this part of the dungeon.

Something banged upon the bars of his cell then, a sharp ringing that hurt his ears. “Hey, faggot!” came a sneering voice. “Wake your ass up and stand!”

Dusk flattened his ears, and stood up, mentally preparing for the abuse to happen. An imposing gray unicorn guard was at the cell door and unlocking it, only for Dusk to be lashed with a blast of magic which held him in its grasp tightly, squeezing the breath out of him.

The unicorn stepped aside as four others came into the cell, each holding a rod in their hoofs. Dusk quailed, knowing what those were: cattle prods. He was to be tortured with their electrical jolts on his body. He had endured many bouts with those already, and he attempted to place his mind in a box to prevent himself from feeling such a torture by placing his sanity there. He peered at the gray unicorn sergeant defiantly yet said nothing.

The guard merely smirked and gave a slight nod as the four others surrounded Dusk. Instantly he was hit with the prods, the electrical jolts burning his nerves as all four prods hit at the same time. Another round of jolts hit again, yet Dusk held himself steady, trying to ignore he pain as he stared at the guard sergeant. However, one of the guards then stepped behind Dusk, then jolted him with the prod against his testicles, finally causing Dusk to yelp in pain and desperation. The assault of his body and testicles continued for several long minutes, then paused as the sergeant moved closer to Dusk, who was now openly weeping from the severe pain.

“You know,” the sergeant began to say, holding up Dusk’s muzzle to peer into his eyes with malicious glee, “you should be thankful, slum rat. After all, it could be worse. You could have been a mare, or even yet, a filly. To think of all the fun that we could have been having these past weeks! Even though I still have an urge to see you raped as a stallion and broken with such an act, I must abide by the goddess’ edict.”

“I’ll do it!” said one of the guards, who quickly mounted Dusk. “Just say the command, Sarge!”

Dusk tried to flap his wings feebly in the attempt to dislodge his attacker from his back, yet the guard only tightened his forelegs about Dusk’s barrel and feinted thrusting at his rump. However, Dusk was again hit by two prods, each jolt him at the base of each wing and causing Dusk to give a deep yelp of pure agony.

The sergeant shook his head. “Tempting, private,” he snorted with a lash of his tail. “Still, dismount and continue with his torture for now. He needs to be taught humility. You four have free rein.” And the unicorn sergeant stepped out of the cell with a sigh.

Dusk closed his eyes and steeled himself for the assault he was to receive. Again, all four prods hit him again and again relentlessly. Soon, it wasn’t just his testicles that were jolt, but also his penis as well. All too soon, the excruciating harm he was receiving became too much, and Dusk fell upon his side, no longer able to resist the assaults.

Then, the prods stopped jolting him mercilessly. “Stand the prisoner upright!” the sergeant commanded. Once pushed to stand on his hoofs, Dusk was then splashed with a bucket of cold water, but was again jolted by the four prods, one of which hit him on his star cutie mark. And Dusk again screamed in agony, the yell continuing long after the jolts had stopped.

Again, water was dumped on him, making his shiver in the cold air. “I think that is enough for now, slum rat,” the sergeant remarked. “You must be clean before being presented before the goddesses. Unchain him.”

Dusk felt the cuffs about his fetlocks being opened as he felt another iron collar being close about his neck with a heavy chain attached to it. Dusk hung his head and passively allowed them to lead him from the cell, even letting his useless wings droop forlornly.

Now free from the torturous pain, he recovered his sanity from the box in his mind, only dully acknowledging the trek from the dungeon cells to the throne hall. As they approached the twin tall doors into the hall, the sergeant guard nodded to those guards standing at the doors, and the white pegasus guard there opened one of the doors silently, ignoring Dusk as he was led inside. Once within, the others of his guard retired while the gray sergeant remained, now holding a cattle prod in his hoof.

“Kneel, scum!” he commanded, and pressed down on Dusk’s withers with the prod, only to send a jolt into the alicorn captive.

Dusk winced at the pain, but obeyed and knelt, even touching his useless horn to the carpet of rich crimson. He could feel the electric point of the prod still pressing against him but did not complain.

After a few minutes, a calm and musical voice said wearily, “You may rise, prisoner.”

Dusk struggled but shakily got to his hoofs and defiantly gazed at the pure white alicorn goddess, her pastel rainbow mane waving in a magical breeze, the violet eyes peering down at him with disinterest and mockery.

After a few silent moments of both Dusk and the sun goddess peering at each other, she sighed, then said serenely, “Dusk Shine of the Downs, I hope that you have learned a semblance of humility during your stay.”

Dusk wrinkled his nose and snorted. “I am innocent, Holiness!” he spat. “Keeping me in chains and permitting me to be tortured is not what you stand for, Solaria! You represent warmth and the love of the sun! You are not the visage of evil, and that is what this is: evil!”

She sighed heavily. A slight nod, and Dusk was again jolted by the sergeant’s prod at his cutie mark, making him yelp in sheer pain and causing him to again fall on his side.

“Up with ya, scum!” the sergeant harshly said, using telekinesis to haul Dusk upright once more.

Solaria looked to Dusk with cold disgust masked behind the serenity of her smile. “Be that as it may, Dusk Shine,” she proclaimed wearily, “while my sister has been pleading your case in your stead to me, I must remain firm in my decision. As an unwanted, unwarranted ascension into alicorn status, and being a stallion, a state that is strictly forbidden to all males in Equineland, it has befallen to me to pass judgement upon you, colt.”

In the ensuing silence Dusk once again shouted, “But I am innocent! I am merely a librarian, not a criminal!”

Solaria coldly stared down at Dusk. “Oh?” she mocked. “And how can you account for those ponies whom you have murdered at the direction of your gang leader, hm? So-called Big Daddy has been on our sights now for years, Dusk Shine, foal of the slut Evening Satin. You are hardly any innocent pony. We have a lengthy list of crimes you have been perpetrating for many years since your birth.”

Dusk let his gaze fall, crestfallen He wondered, How much does she know of the things he has done since becoming part of Big Daddy’s family?

“Regardless, Dusk Shine,” Solaria continued with a further sigh. “Even without any additional evidence of your criminal past, you are still guilty of one obvious fact. You are an alicorn, and only mares can be alicorns. If it were up to me, I’d pull those wings off from your body instantly, but the laws of this land prevent me from such, as well as your now innate alicorn magic would work against any physical harm done to you by healing itself. That is one of the more powerful benefits to being an alicorn. All that torture you endured was for nought, as your body knew to heal itself, even with that suppression ring on your horn.”

She paused with another heavy sigh, then looked to her dark sister, whom had been meekly sitting quietly, allowing her solar sister to do the talking. At her sister’s nod, the moon goddess Selene dropped down from her throne and upon her silver-shoed hoofs with a sigh, then lifted a pair of saddlebags and carried them to Dusk.

Placing the saddlebags upon Dusk and then belting them to him, she softly told him, “I tried, Dusk. You might have made a fine lover to me. But my sister’s word is final.” Cinching down the belt about his barrel, she touched her horn to his. “Be well, young stud.” And she returned back to her throne without any further glance to him.

Solaria rolled her eyes at her sister’s actions toward the criminal Dusk, but let it slide. She knew of her younger sister’s fondness for stallions, a fondness that Solaria had once shared, many centuries ago. “Sister,” Solaria said calmly, then pointed her horn at a space away from the throne. Selene also did the same at the very spot her sister had designated. Both sisters then lit their horns, and in parallel fired at the same spot, opening a swirling portal of gray void.

Solaria looked back to Dusk and proclaimed dispassionately, “Dusk Shine, you are sentenced and hereby permanently banished from this universe. May the benevolence of the Tree forgive you for your transgressions.”

“In ya go,” the guard sergeant spoke, then jolting Dusk with the prod at his rump to make Dusk move. Dusk stepped before the portal but paused to peer back at the two sisters while his collar was removed. With a flick of his tail, he sneered at them and said, “Fuck you, Solaria. Fuck you both.”

At that proclamation, he leapt into the portal and disappeared forever from his birth world.

Author's Note

Thus begins the tale of Dusk Shine.

As I noted, this is not the Dusk of many stories on this site, most of them harem stories or porn. I do not write porn but prefer stories with a tale to tell. This was a rather violent beginning and serves to explain many things in upcoming chapters.

Please feel free to comment, but do not troll me at least. If you dislike, then tell me why.