> Buffalo Wings Tonight
>  by Raptormon132
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> Chapter 1: The Wizard Deputy (Introduction)
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The sound of the train whistle echoed around the hot, rocky, morning plains, as the train chugged along the railroad tracks across the desert. The train was filled with pony passengers heading to different parts of Equestria, from big places like Manehattan, and the capital of Canterlot, to small places like Dodge Junction and Ponyville. Ponies sat in seats for short trips within the daytime, and some had bed cabins for longer trips that took over a night or more. But this particular train trip was different, fascination among the other ponies spread around due to one certain passenger on board. Laying on a bunk bed, waking up from a night sleep was the certain passenger. What made this passenger so fascinating amongst the other ponies was that this one was different. He was not a pony, or a gryphon, or a minotaur, or even a hippogriff. His name was Thomas Taiterson, and he was of a species recently, and newly introduced to the magical land of Equestria. A human.







Thomas Taiterson, or "Tom" for short, grew-up in the Australian town of Gatton, along with his mother, Mavis, his father, William, and his little sister, Daisy. Mavis Taiterson worked as a medical doctor in town, while William Taiterson worked on their big, family farm just outside of town. The Taitersons were well known and respected for growing some of the best vegetables, mainly potatoes in the district. Even better since the Lockyer Valley where Gatton is located was one of the greatest farming districts in all of Australia. Thomas however was different from anyone else. Since he was born, strange and mysterious events happened on a occasion. One time, when he was six years old, there was an incident of where a young driver speeding in a sports car nearly ran him over at high speed in the shopping centre parking lot, and right before the car made contact, Thomas disappeared and found himself on the roof of another parked car nearby. Another incident happened when he was four years old, and he and his family visited a theme park while on vacation. At the theme park, a guy in a big, theme park character costume snuck up behind Thomas, and tried to give him a hug, when he let out a terrified scream. And when his parents turned around, they saw that where the theme park character was standing was a man standing buck naked in front of him. The naked man claimed to be a theme park worker who was working as the theme park character, and his costume, along with his clothes had mysteriously disappeared, and were found nearby the entrance to the theme park. And those were just a couple of examples on what events happened. Because of this, Thomas always felt alone, and other kids never played nor wanted to have anything to do with him, fearing he was a jinx.

Then one day, when he was eleven, he and his family were visited by someone. She claimed that she was a special messenger from the Australian Magical Commonwealth. It was there it was revealed that Thomas was a wizard born from muggles, and that all the incidents were due to accidental magical surges from him being angry or scared. After that, Thomas was accepted into Blue Oak Collage of Sorcery, the finest school of magic in Australia. Not long after, he received his first wand, as it was described as made of aspen, twelve and a quarter inch, with a core of dragon heartstring. During his time at Blue Oak, Thomas was a good student, getting very good grades in subjects like Herbology, Charms, Muggle Studies, and Defence Against the Dark Arts, however doing fair on everything else. He was a very good duellist in the duelling club, and even served as a chaser for the school's Quidditch team for two years in a row. When he graduated in his seventh, and final year, he had the good qualifications to be an auror. But he really wanted to help his father with their family farm, but had the qualification to be an auror if he ever changed his mind.

Three years later, after Thomas's graduation, his father, William suddenly died from a stroke. After his father's death, the family were forced to sell the farm. Though they got millions of dollars off of selling it, it was sad for the whole family. As a result, the whole family moved to the city. The city was good, as they got a nice house, and Mavis got a position at a major city hospital, but Thomas really wanted to keep his father's farming legacy alive. Then one day, he looked in the world wizarding community paper, and found that there was a position for a witch or wizard to work as a deputy with a promise for farmland advertised. Only the location was not anywhere on earth, but in the land of Equestria, in a place called Appleloosa. Thomas had heard of Equestria, since it was newly discovered less than two years ago by members of the British Ministry of Magic by uncovering a dimensional portal. What was amazing about it was it was inhabited mainly by talking, magical ponies, rich with sources of magical elements beneficial to wizard kind. The only way to get to Equestria was to travel to England, and then catch three different trains. One to King's Cross Station, then to the train that got through the portal to Equestria that stops in the Equestrian capital, and finally an express one that stops at Appleloosa. Despite the very long journey, Thomas saw it as a great opportunity to start a new farm, by also working as a deputy, since aurors were wizards that enforce the law. After consulting with his family, they agreed to support his choice, since they too wanted to keep his father farming legacy alive, even though it would be in another world.

After organising the letter, things to move out, he said goodbye to his mother and sister. Thomas's flight to England was long, and after landing there, he then caught the train to King's Cross Station, then the train that goes through the portal to Canterlot in Equestria, and finally the express train that stops at Appleloosa.







Thomas got up after having a nice sleep on the train. After getting off a plane that flew all the way from Australia, and then getting on three different trains afterwards, he really needed that sleep. He had a good stretch, before making his way to the dining area to get some breakfast. He made his way into the dining area, and sat down at the nearest vacant table. As he sat there reading the breakfast menu, he could hear the muttering of other ponies in the dining cart, and even noticed they were glancing at him with interest. It felt awkward to him, but at the same time ironic, since he was equally fascinated by talking, intelligent, magical ponies. Not long after that, a unicorn waitress came over to Thomas's table.

"Breakfast, sir?" The waitress asked.

Thomas turned his attention to the waitress. "Oh...I’ll have orange juice, cereal to start, and followed up with some eggs, scrambled, with buttered toast please."

The waitress nodded. "Certainly, sir."

The waitress walked away to bring Thomas's breakfast. Thomas waited, and reached into his pocket, pulling out a letter. He began to read it quietly to himself.

Dear Thomas Taiterson,

I had received your letter from the ministry from your world of your interest in the position as deputy, with possible farmland. Personally, I am mighty intrigued by the fact that a human would be interested in the job, and a wizard at that above all else. I am interested to see what you have to offer for the town of Appleloosa, for you would be the first human and wizard taking residence here. I have organized for somepony to meet you at the station on your arrival on Friday. His name is Braeburn, and he is a very well respected pony in town, and he is the tour guide for strangers, and visitors to our town. He will meet you at the station and bring you to my office. I look forward to meeting you.

Yours truly,
Sheriff Silverstar

Thomas continued to look at the letter, even after just reading it, mainly out of interest. He then reached into his pocket once more, and pulled out a picture of his family. He glanced at his father in the picture.

Don't worry, dad. I'll make you proud. I'll make all of you proud. I promise. Thomas thought.

His thought was suddenly interrupted by the waitress unicorn placing a tray in front of him that had his breakfast. "Your breakfast, sir."

"Thank you, ma'am." Thomas said.

The waitress smiled. "You're welcome, sir. Enjoy. Oh, and the next stop, Appleloosa will be at eleven o'clock, if that's your destination."

Thomas smiled and nodded in understanding, as the waitress walked off to serve other ponies in the dining car. Thomas then put the letter and photo down, and put his napkin on him to have his breakfast.







The train began to slow down, until it began to pull up to the station of the town of Appleloosa. From what Thomas saw of the town, it reminded him of those old towns of the old American west that he had seen in movies and television. When the train made a complete stop, Thomas got up, and grabbed his suitcase from above him to make his way out of the passenger coach. He thought inside his head as he was hopping off the train onto the platform, and began to look around himself.

So this must be Appleloosa? Seems quite a nice town. Now that I'm here, where is this pony I'm suppose to meet? His name is Braeburn, but which one is he?

"Hey there." Thomas jumped as he was greeted by a sudden male voice speaking in a southern American accent. He quickly turned to see the voice came from a light golden yellow earth pony stallion, wearing a brown cowboy hat, with a matching leather vest, and wore the biggest, excited grin Thomas had ever seen. "You must be Thomas. Welcome ta AAAAAAA-pple-LOO-sa!"

Quickly getting his grip from this unexpected surprise, Thomas spoke to the stallion. "Are you Braeburn?"

"Ah sure am." Braeburn directed Thomas to follow him. "Come with me. Sheriff Silverstar's waitin' for ya."







Thomas followed his pony tour guide, Braeburn through the main street of Appleloosa to Sheriff Silverstar's office, while giving him a guided tour along the way.

"Quite a sight, ain't it? As you can see, we settler ponies put a lot of hard work into this town, an' this was built all this in just a year. An' we have all of the finest comforts." Braeburn points to numerous things, buildings, and activities in town. "Like horse-drawn carriages. Over there are horse-drawn, horse-drawn carriages. Here's where we have our wild west dances. An' here's where we have our mild west dances. An' here's our local waterin' hole, the Salt Block."

Thomas looked in fascination at the whole town. To him, it felt like he either had travelled back in time to the old west, or was walking on a movie set to a western film, except the people were replaced with talking ponies. He was also amazed on how friendly this pony he had just met was to him. But from how many ponies he had seen, they had given him a very good impression on him so far. On and on, Thomas followed Braeburn through town, until they were walking towards one building. A building that looked like an old western sheriff office, with a pony relaxing on the front porch. The pony was a brown, male Earth pony, with a black, gunslinger style mustache, a silver sheriff star cutie mark, and wearing a dark blue uniform, a red ascot bandana, and a black cowboy hat.

"An' right over there's the office of Sheriff Silverstar," Braeburn said. "Let's go."

Braeburn lead Thomas to Sheriff Silverstar's office. They were less then ten metres away when Braeburn called out to the Earth pony relaxing on the front porch.

"Howdy, Sheriff!"

Sheriff Silverstar uncovered his hat covering over his eyes, and turned to Braeburn, as he got up. "Howdy there, Braeburn."

Braeburn turned Sheriff Silverstar attention to Thomas. "Ah met up with the wizard at the station, and brought'em to ya, like you asked me." He turned to Thomas. "Thomas, this here's Sheriff Silverstar, the law in this town."

"G'day, mate." Thomas said.

Sheriff Silverstar came over to Thomas, and tipped his hat to him. "Howdy, partner. Welcome to Appleloosa, the home of wide open spaces."

Thomas smiled. "Thank you, Sheriff. I'm Thomas Taiterson, but friends call me Tom."

Sheriff Silverstar cleared his throat. "So, Tom, you wanna be a deputy in this here town, huh?"

"Yes, Sheriff." Thomas said.

Sheriff Silverstar looked Thomas over. "Well then, I checked your records, and you seem capable. But do you have what it takes, and what else do you have to offer besides being a deputy?"

"I have a great amount of experience in farming, since I used to live on a potato farm. And if I remember, there was a promise of possible farmland. So if I get the job, I can grow potatoes, sweet potatoes, and other vegetables for this town." Thomas puts his suitcase down. "So I believe I have what it takes, and I'll try not to disappoint you, Sheriff."

"I like your spirit," Sheriff Silverstar said. "I'll have to put you to the test first before I decide. So I organised with Braeburn, and a few others from outta town a couple of tests to see what you're made of."







Thomas stood with Sheriff Silverstar, and Braeburn in a yard at the back of the sheriff office. Braeburn had set-up a row of six empty cans of beans along the top of the wooden fence.

"All set, Sheriff!" Braeburn said.

Sheriff Silverstar nodded, and turned to Thomas. "Okay, Tom. Your first task is to hit all those cans off the fence as fast as possible. Can you do that?"

Thomas nodded. "Sure. No problem."

Sheriff Silverstar and Braeburn stood behind Thomas to let him do the task. Braeburn put is hoof on a button on a stop-clock, as Thomas drew his wand, and stood at the ready.

"Ready! Set! ...Go!!"

Braeburn pushed the button of the stop-clock. At the same time, Thomas began to shoot striking spells from his wand with the swift, and precise movements of his wrist. One by one, he quickly knocked down each of the six cans with one shot.

Braeburn pushed the button on the stop-clock after Thomas hit the sixth and last can. "TIME!"

Thomas lowered his wand, exhaled a breath, and turned to Braeburn and Sheriff Silverstar. "What was the time on that?"

"Let's see..." Braeburn looked at the stop-clock. "Twelve an' a half seconds."

"Woo!" Sheriff Silverstar said. "That was some great shootin' there, partner!"

"Thank you, Sheriff."

Sheriff Silverstar cleared his throat. "Well, I think we should get straight to the next and final part of the test."







Thomas, Sheriff Silverstar, and Braeburn were standing in the street outside the front of the sheriff office moments later. Outside there were three individuals from Equestria standing in front of them. A light blue unicorn mare, a grey male gryphon, and a large, brown bull.

"These three here have volunteered to be escaping outlaws as part of your final test. The task is for you to pursuit and capture them as they try to escape." Sheriff Silverstar turned to the three volunteers. "Get into positions!"

The three volunteers nodded, and turned their position towards the exit out of town. Ponies in town all watched with interest as the final test was about to take place in the main street.

"Ready... set... go!"

The three volunteers began to run at Sheriff Silverstar's word down the street towards the exit of town. Thomas drew his wand once more and started to briefly sprint, until he suddenly disappeared, and reappeared in front of the volunteers. He aimed his wand at the unicorn mare first. 

"Petrificus Totalus!"

A flash of faint, white light illuminated, and shot out from Thomas's wand, hitting the unicorn pony, making all four of her hooves snap together, and causing her to fall down on the dirt road, stiff as a board. The large, brown bull charged at Thomas, its hooves stomping the ground like thunder. Thomas jumps out of the way in the nick of time, and aims his wand at the bull.

"Locomotor Mortis!"

A purple light shot out of Thomas's wand, hitting the bull, as his leg suddenly lock together with an invisible, unbreakable force, causing the bull to trip, and collapse on the ground. At that same time the final volunteer, the grey male gryphon had took to the air. Thomas got up, and waved his wand.

"Accio-Broom!"

His suitcase that was sitting close by began to shake, and then burst open with a flying broomstick shooting right out, flying towards Thomas. He grabbed his broom, mounted it, and flew-up in pursuit of the gryphon. At first, it seemed like the gryphon was going to escape, but Thomas was soon catching up to him thanks to some maneuvers he learn while he was a chaser in a Quidditch team. He then aimed his wand at the fleeing gryphon.

"Incarcerous!"

Thick ropes appeared out of thin air, flying straight towards the gryphon. Catching the gryphon off guard, the ropes wrapped around his whole body, including his wings, and bind and gagged him into submission. Unable to fly and move, the gryphon began to fall out of the sky, plummeting towards the ground, while struggling futilely to get out of the ropes, with the townsfolk watching in shock. Thomas dived down after the falling, captured gryphon, and aimed his wand at him once again.

"Arresto Momentum!"

The falling gryphon suddenly stops falling, and remained floating twenty feet in the air, until he began to float slowly down to the ground, landing softly. Thomas pulled up, hovered for a moment, before touching down to the ground, with the crowd of ponies cheering, and amazed at what they all had just seen. Thomas turned to the bound gryphon on the ground who looked mildly shaken-up.

"You alright, mate?" Thomas asked.

The gryphon looked up at Thomas, and nodded, while responding with a "Mm-hmm." through the ropes gagging his mouth.

"Yeehaw!" Thomas turned to see Sheriff Silverstar coming towards him, with Braeburn along side him, wearing an impressed look on his face. "That was sure something! Ya passed the tests." Sheriff Silverstar offered his hoof out to shake. "Welcome aboard, Deputy."

Thomas took hold of Sheriff Silverstar's hoof in his hand, and began to shake hand and hoof with him. Sheriff Silverstar turned to the crowd that was watching.

"Fillies and gentlecolts! Our new, and first ever wizard deputy, Thomas Taiterson!"

The crowd hallowed and cheered, throwing their hats in the air at the announcement of the first human wizard becoming their new deputy. Braeburn came over to Thomas, and put a friendly hoof on Thomas's shoulder.

"Congratulations, Tom," Braeburn said. "Looks like you're an Appleloosan now. Let's get a sarsaparilla at the Salt Block. It's on me."

"Thanks, mate. That'd be great." Thomas turned, and noticed that the unicorn mare was still paralysed on the ground, the bull on the ground with his legs still locked together, and the gryphon on the ground tied-up, squirming to free himself. "But I think I should probably help those three out first."
> Chapter 2: Settling In
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Thomas had a really nice time so far in the town of Appleloosa in Equestria so far. Being recruited as the towns new deputy on the same day he arrived, and celebrating at the Salt Block with Braeburn. On the same night, Braeburn offered for Thomas to stay with him on his apple orchard until Sheriff Silverstar organized Thomas farmland for him and had his own house built. He and Braeburn became very close friends, and shared a lot of things, from their past life stories to farming related subjects. One morning, Thomas introduced Vegemite on buttered toast to Braeburn at breakfast, and to his surprise, Braeburn really liked it. He later explained about how many people in his world think Vegemite is disgusting, and it was because they put far too much on like they do with Peanut butter or hazelnut spread. Thomas enjoyed working on Braeburn's farm, harvesting apples in the orchard with his father's tractor that he had carried with him thanks to magic he learnt whilst he was at Blue Oak. Braeburn was fascinated by Thomas's tractor, describing it as an interesting piece of machinery, and was good for non-ponies like Thomas to use. All while Thomas was working as a deputy for Sheriff Silverstar, he helped captured crooks and outlaws, enforce the law, and keeping the town safe from crime.

Three months later, Thomas's farmland, and his house was built and ready, and was not far from Braeburn's farm. It was there that Thomas began to plant his first crop of potatoes and sweet potatoes, until four months later, he got his first huge harvest. He made many things from potato fries to sweet potato pie. It became a really big success, and became the talk of the whole town. One day, he confided in Braeburn, and told him all about how his real reason of moving to Appleloosa was to start another farm to keep is families vegetable farming legacy alive, and how he wanted to focus more on doing what he really likes doing now that he's got the new farm. Braeburn was very understanding, and was very proud of how he wanted to honor his family's legacy. He decided to go with Thomas to tell Sheriff Silverstar the truth about what he really wanted to do. Sheriff Silverstar was very understanding, and he agreed for Thomas to focus more on his vegetable farm, while still being a deputy whenever he needed him.

Sometime later, Thomas's family came to visit him with the help of magical officials. He showed them around Appleloosa, and introduced them to many ponies in town, including Morton Saltworthy, the owner of the Salt Block, Sheriff Silverstar, and his neighbor, and best friend, Braeburn. His family took being in a world of talking, magical ponies quite well, much to Thomas's surprise. But considering how they were all introduced to and familiar with the wizarding community, nothing really surprised them anymore. They were so proud of Thomas for reviving the family's legacy, they felt his father would be so proud too because of the how it had been so successful in the town of Appleloosa. And having such a good friend like Braeburn to always help him out on his farm if needed, they knew he was in good hands with this new farm life.

> Chapter 3: Ruined Crops and Destroyed Tractor [Clop]
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Eleven Months Later...


The sound of the tractor engine echoed as Thomas was busy ploughing a new field on his farm. It was on a new field on the far side of the farm that Braeburn had pointed out to him when mentioning about planting a crop of corn. Braeburn, and a few other ponies helped out by following behind Thomas’s tractor ploughing the field, planting the seeds , and watering them for the new crop of corn he was going to plant. Several minutes later, Thomas moved his tractor off the field, shut-off the engine, and got out. He walked over to Braeburn and the other ponies, as he whipped his forehead with his handkerchief.

"Thanks for the help, guys," Thomas said. "I really appreciate it, mates."

Braeburn smiled. "Anytime, bud. Always happy ta help. Ah've got a feelin' this corn crop is gonna be great when you get this harvested."

Thomas turned and looked at the field proudly with Braeburn and the other ponies. "And with that growth accelerating potion I brewed, and mixed with the water you used, I should have a full grown crop to harvest in a couple of weeks."

"Well, it's gettin' late, Tom. We should get goin'. See you at the town brunch tomorrow." Braeburn and the other ponies began to walk away, until Braeburn suddenly stopped, and turned back to Thomas. "Oh. You will remember ta bring a jar of that Vegemite ta the brunch, will ya?"

Thomas chuckled. "Sure, I will. I know how much you now like fried potato chip and Vegemite sandwiches.

"Thanks, bud." Braeburn waved. "See you tomorrow."

"Bye, Braeburn."







Two Weeks Later...


The rooster crowed as the morning sun rose up to begin the new day. The morning light shined through the window of Thomas's room, with Thomas getting up out of bed, yawning. After having a shower, getting dressed, and having breakfast, he went outside where he just encountered Braeburn who had just got there, pulling a wagon.

"Mornin', Tom," Braeburn said. "All set to harvest your first corn field?"

"Sure am, mate. It should be fully grown and ready by now. Let's get to work."

Thomas got into his tractor, and began to drive it to the new corn field he planted with Braeburn two weeks before, with Braeburn following behind.

After going to the far side of the farm where his new field was, he could see his corn crop in the distance. When they got to a hundred metres, his face change from proudness to concern, like if something was not right. He stopped, got out of his tractor.

Braeburn stopped with surprise as he looked at Thomas. "What's up, Tom? Why'd you stop-"

Before Braeburn could finish, Thomas disappeared, and apparated to the corn field, only to have a look of shock on his face.

"What the fuck?!"

Moments later, Braeburn came running over towards Thomas. "What's wrong, Tom? Is everythin' okay-" Braeburn stopped with a look of shock at the sight before him, for most of Thomas's corn crop was completely destroyed. "What the... What happen here?"

Thomas walked over to what little was left of his corn crop with a look of disbelief of what had happened to it. He picked-up a destroyed corn cob, and clenched on to it in frustration. Braeburn walked over to Thomas, and placed a caring hoof on his friend's shoulder.

"Ah'm sorry this has happened, Tom. Come on. Let's go ta the sheriff, an' you an' him can try an' find those varmints who did this to ya crop."







Later that day, Thomas and Braeburn came back to the destroyed crop field with Sheriff Silverstar. Sheriff Silverstar was wide-eyed at the devastation of Thomas's corn crop. It was something that he had never seen before, for destroyed crops had never happened in Appleloosa before.

"What in tarnation! Y'all weren't kiddin' about this here crop." Sheriff Silverstar turned to Thomas. "Who do y'think could've done this?"

Thomas shrugged. "I don't know, Sheriff. Your guess is as good as mine. Lucky they didn't get my potato fields."

"So what now, Sheriff?" Braeburn asked.

"Well, we'd better question everypony in town about this, and even interrogate the varmints in jail if they had somepony to carry out somethin' like this for revenge."

Thomas nodded. "Right, Sheriff. And I'll even replant the corn crop. But this time, I'll put a protective spell around it to keep it safe. And I'll do the same for my potato fields too in case someone decides to come after them too."

"That's a good idea, Tom," Braeburn said. "An' we'll help you out in replanting it."

Sheriff Silverstar cleared his throat. "Well, lets start investigatin', and find the varmints responsible for this."







Two Days Later...


Braeburn came over to the corn crop he and Thomas had just replanted. He noticed Thomas was waving his wand around the area, and stopped just as he came up.

"Hey, Tom." Braeburn said.

Thomas turned around to Braeburn. "G'day, Braeburn. I just finished putting a protective spell on the corn crop."

Braeburn looked at the field, and tilted his head as he walked towards it. "Really? Where is it? Ah don't see anythin-." He suddenly hit his face on what seemed like an invisible wall. "Ow!" He rubbed his face, and looked in front of him. Braeburn looked in confusion, and reached curious hoof out to where he hit, only to touch something solid, only nothing there.

"This is a protection spell that makes it seem like an invisible barrier." Thomas bent down, and picked up a stone. He threw the stone at the corn crop, and the stone rebounded off the field, with Braeburn watching in amazement. "And nothing, but weather such as rain and sunshine can get through it.

"Wow! Amazin'."

"I also put up the same barrier on my potato fields too." Thomas said.

Braeburn smiled. "Ah guess your crops are safe now. It was a good thing we were able ta salvage what was left from the first crop. Did you an' Sheriff Silverstar found the one responsible for it?"

Thomas shook his head. "No. We talked to everybody in town, and the crooks we caught, but we found nothing."

"Nothing?" Braeburn asked. "Well, that's strange. It must've been a stranger passing by or somethin'."

"Well, whoever it was, no one's going to destroy my crops again with these barriers up."

Braeburn and Thomas stood there together looking proudly at the fields, knowing that they would be protected and safe from anyone with the barriers up.







Two Weeks Later...


Heavy rain fell from the night sky to the ground, with lightning flashing, and thunder rumbling, while the Australian wizard farmer slept soundly in his bed. Outside, the sound of footsteps could be heard along with shadows of four figures, three large ones, and a small one went towards the corn field.

"What is this?" A female voice asked. "I thought we got rid of these plants off our land?"

"Let's flatten them again." A male voice said.

The three large figures rushed towards the corn crop, until they came in contact with the barrier protecting it, bounced right off of it, and landing on the wet, deluge ground. They got up, groaning with surprise at hitting the barrier. The little one came over, reached out and touched the barrier.

"What is this? It's like an invisible wall."

"Those Appleloosans must have put this up with some kind of magic."

One of the three larger figures look at the wet ground, and see the tracks the wheels of Thomas's tractor exposed by the lightning flashing. "There's tracks. Let's follow them back."

The four figures began to follow the tractor tracks. Many minutes later, they followed them back to a covered, opened shed close by to the farm house. Through the light from the flashes of the lightning striking, they see the large form of Thomas's tractor.

"What is that thing?" A male voice asked.

"That must be the thing the Appleloosans use to plow and harvest those plants on our land. Let's destroy it. That will send a message for them to get those plants of our sacred land."

The four figures moved towards the tractor with lightning flashing, and thunder rumbling, as the storm continued throughout the night.







The morning sun shined over the wet, rocky plains of Appleloosa left by the storm the next morning. Braeburn trotted towards Thomas's farm house with two other ponies pulling wagons with him to help harvest Thomas's corn crop now ready to be harvested. In the distance, they noticed Thomas standing at the entrance of his open shed where he kept his tractor. As they got closer, Braeburn called out to him.

"Hey, Tom! You ready to finally start harvestin' the corn crop this morn-" Braeburn noticed something was not right, for Thomas had a shocked look on his face, looking into the shed. "Tom? What's wrong?"

Braeburn came over with the other ponies to the shed to see what was wrong. They peered into the shed, only to look in horrified shock at the sight before them. The tractor was a wreck, almost tipped on it's side, with the glass of the cockpit smashed to pieces.

"Sweet Celestia!" One of the two ponies said. 

"What the hell happened?!" Another of the two ponies said.

Braeburn turned to Thomas with a look of disbelief, and pity. "Oh, Tom. Your tractor...it's..."

Thomas began to shut his eyes tightly, while clenching his jaw and his fists. Then with a fit of pure rage, he kicks a piece of debris from his tractor with all his might, and lets out an loud, heartbreaking, raging scream that echoed around the farmland around them. Braeburn and the other two ponies watched as Thomas dropped to his knees, tears beginning to trickle down his cheeks. The sight of Thomas before them made everyone's heart sank, seeing his tractor, his pride and joy was wrecked probably beyond repair. Braeburn walked up, and placed a caring hoof on Thomas's shoulder to comfit him.

"Tom. Ah'm so sorry this has happened. Ah'm sure your tractor can be fixed with your magic."

"Yeah, mate. I can fix it, but I'm still so angry!" Thomas took a deep breath. "This tractor used to belong to my dad until he died, and gave it to me. It means everything to me. Sure, I can fix it with a mending charm with no problem, but it doesn't change what has happened right now."

"Ah know," Braeburn said. "It's just horrible that somepony would go a step further, an' wreck your tractor during the storm last night."

Thomas looked at the ground to see hoof prints all over the muddy ground of the shed. They were very clear and intact. He got up, with a serious look, for it was, to his point of view, it was the last straw.

"Braeburn. Get the sheriff."







Thomas had been standing outside the shed, waiting for Braeburn to return with Sheriff Silverstar. For the whole time, he had been seething in a silent rage at what these unknown culprits had done to his tractor. He was interrupted by the galloping of hooves of Braeburn and Sheriff Silverstar coming towards him.

"Tom!" Sheriff Silverstar slowed down, and trotted towards Thomas. "Braeburn had informed me. So those varmints have struck again, huh?"

"Yes, sheriff," Thomas said. "And take a look at what they've done."

Sheriff Silverstar came over, and looked inside the shed, to see the tractor in a wreck, as Thomas had found it. "Sweet Celestia! Your tractor! Did they do this?"

"They did, sheriff." Thomas pointed Sheriff Silverstar to the sets of footprints in the ground of the shed. "And this time they left clear tracks."

Sheriff Silverstar noticed the footprints in the mud, and looked at them carefully. He raised an eyebrow. "It... it can't be."

What is it, sheriff?" Thomas asked. "Do you know who did this?"

Sheriff Silverstar turned to Thomas. "Well, not who in such way, but ah do know what it was. It was no ponies who did this...these tracks are from... buffalo."

Thomas raised an eyebrow. "Buffalo?"

Braeburn eyes widened with realization. "Of course! It's so obvious! That explains why you couldn't find anything from anypony. It's because it was all caused by some buffalo."

"Hang on a minute!" Braeburn and Sheriff Silverstar turned to Thomas as he spoke to them both. "None of you ever told me about any buffalo living around here. Why?" 

Braeburn briefly chuckled. "Well... heh... Ah guess we forgot ta do that? Plus, they live far out in the desert, but they've never been any trouble for anypony."

Sheriff Silverstar cleared his throat. "Well, that was, until now."

"Why would they be doing this ta Thomas's farm, Sheriff?"

"Beats me, Braeburn. It's rare that they would try causing trouble of this magnitude."

"Well, ah'm sure they wouldn't do it, unless they had a good reason."

Thomas clenched his fist, thinking about the damage those supposed buffalo had done as Braeburn and Sheriff Silverstar talked. He looked up, growling with a face of anger.

"Well, I don't care! Those filthy mother-fuckers are going to pay for what they've done! No one destroys my crops, or my dad's tractor, and gets away with it!"

"And they won't, Tom." Braeburn said.

Sheriff Silverstar nodded. "Yeah. Ah'll help ya catch those varmints. You and ah together will catch'em, an' bring'em ta justice."

"No thanks, Sheriff."

Sheriff Silverstar and Braeburn's eyes widened at Thomas's refusal. There was a serious look on Thomas's face as her drew his wand. "I appropriate your offer to help, but I'd rather handle this one myself."

Thomas raised his wand, and aimed it at the wreaked tractor.

"Reparo!"

Sheriff Silverstar and Braeburn watched as the tractor began to be restored to its original state, until it was all restored like nothing had happened. Thomas lowered his wand, and put it back into his pocket.

"To me," Thomas said. "This has now become personal, so I would like to deal with these so called buffalo...personally."

Braeburn tilted his head. "Well, how are you going ta catch'em? And if you do catch'em, what will you do with them?"

"I don't know. But I'll think of something."

"You won't kill'em, will you?" Braeburn asked.

"Now, keep your hat on, Braeburn. I'm sure that Tom isn't going ta do anything like that." Sheriff Silverstar turned to Thomas. "But whatever it is you come up with, do you promise not ta kill'em, Tom?"

"Sure, mate," Thomas said. "You have my word."







Thomas laid on his sofa thinking since after a whole day's work. Working was something that always got his mind off things to help him think clearly. He had put in some buffalo chicken wings, and home-made potato fries in the oven fifteen minutes before resting on the sofa, and could smell them cooking. Buffalo chicken wings were his favorite meal ever since he was little. His mother and father taught him how to cook them, and was one of his favorite things to cook, especially after a good day's work. The only problem was that he had to make special orders to get any meat from his own world, since Equestrian society were completely vegetarian.

He had been thinking about how he could teach those buffalo a lesson, and came up with nothing yet. Thomas groaned with frustration. He turned his head to the coffee table, and saw his laptop computer idling on top of it. He looked at it for a few moments, pondering.

Sure. Why not? He thought to himself.

Thomas got up, and brought his laptop closer towards himself. He then opened up a folder on his desktop, and opened up a few other folders, until he clicked on a the first file he saw. At the same time, there were sounds of a female voice moaning. Thomas then unzipped the fly and undid the button on his jeans, and slid them down his legs along with his underwear. He then grabbed his semi-erected cock, and began to jerk himself off, while watching the porn video on his laptop. Masturbation was something that Thomas enjoyed and looked forward to whenever he was alone, and to him, it was a great stress-reliever. He had never had sex, and had always wondered who would he one day do it with when it was time. He began to jerk himself even faster, as he notice that the best part of the porn video was now playing. His cock began to harden with drops of pre-cum seeping out, for he was now close to release. The sounds of the woman having sex with a guy in the video began to moan even louder in the video.

"Here comes Big Daddy!"

"OH! Oh, give it to me! Oh, oh! Harder! Harder! I'm so close!"

"Me too! Here it comes!"

"Ah! Ah! AH! AAHH!! AAHHH!!!"

Right at the same time, Thomas's penis began to feel a pressure flowing, and travelling through his urethra, until it began to twitch. He sighed with relief as he was ejaculating, feeling his seed cover all over his hand. He laid back on the couch, panting from his sexual bliss as the porn video came to the end soon after. The lounge was then silent, and then Thomas began to come out of his sexual bliss. He lifted his hand that was soaked with cum in his line of vision. He looked at it with interest, while rubbing it through his fingers.

"This has now become personal, so I would like to deal with these so called buffalo...personally."

"Well, how are you going ta catch'em? And if you do catch'em, what will you do with them?"

"I don't know. But I'll think of something."

"You won't kill'em, will you?"

"Now, keep your hat on, Braeburn. I'm sure that Tom isn't going ta do anything like that. Whatever it is you come up with, do you promise not ta kill'em, Tom?"

"Sure, mate. You have my word."

Thomas’s eyes glared at his cum soaked hand as he recalled his conversation with Sheriff Silverstar and Braeburn earlier that day. His hand began to clench into a fist, The bell to the timer on his oven that had his buffalo wings cooking rang, and could smell that his dinner was ready. Thomas then made a faint smirk, as if he had just come up with an idea.

"I've got it," Thomas said. "I know just what to do, and it's perfect. No one gets away with destroying my crops and tractor. No one."
> Chapter 4: Thomas's Prisoners [Clop]
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Within the past two weeks, Thomas had been making special visits to London in his world to get certain supplies and equipment. He got security cameras with high sensitivity motion sensors, and night vision set up hiddenly on different parts of the farm area and house. He had also set them up to make a noise inside his house to alert him whenever the motion sensor cameras picked up any movement and turned on. He also got wood, metal, and other building materials, in addition to getting numerous sex toys and devices from a sex shop he managed to find in London. He managed to bring all these things back with him in a suitcase equipped with a Undetectable Extension Charm he learnt while in magic school. After he brought them back to his farm in Appleloosa, he got to work in setting the cameras, and working on the rooms inside his suitcase.

Thomas told Braeburn and Sheriff Silverstar about the security cameras he had set-up, but kept what he was doing in his suitcase a secret, knowing that they both would not approve what he had planned for his buffalo perpetrators. In normal circumstances, sexual assault, something Thomas would never do, was too extreme, but this was one time he thought otherwise, and he was confident those buffalo would not know anything about reporting sexual assault, since they are classed as primitive to civilized society. He also figured out a pattern that the buffalo had been coming every two weeks at night. With this, he figured he can get set-up and prepared by then.







The two weeks had come, and Thomas had got the things ready for when the buffalo would strike again. Now all he had to do was wait. A couple of days had past, and no sign of anyone so far, but he knew that he would be ready and waiting for them.

Night time had come, and Thomas was getting ready to go to bed. He walked over to the computer, and monitors he had set-up during those two weeks. Pushing a button, Thomas turned them on, and the screens switched on, showing the areas that the cameras were monitoring in night vision. He also switched on the motion sensors. Ironically, he had set the motion sensors to their highest sensitivity, so that the slightest movement could be picked up, and would activate a small alarm inside his house that makes a beeping sound like an alarm clock to warn him of any intruders.

"I'll be ready for anything now." Thomas said to himself.

After attending to the security cameras, Thomas then began to make his way through the living room, and made it into his bedroom, where he stripped down to his underwear, and went to bed. He turned on his TV that was positioned on a large chest of drawers, and began to watch a movie on his PlayStation four while laying in his bed. After the movie was over, he began to feel very tired. He turned off the PlayStation four and TV, pulled the covers over himself before laying his head on his pillow, allowing himself to be taken by the clutches of sleep.







The moon shined brightly in the night sky, lighting everywhere around with moonlight. On a hill top looking down on the farm, the same four shadowy figures appeared and began to look down on the farm below. The moonlight revealed the four figures were buffalo. Three large bulls, and a little one that was female. They stood at the top of the hill, looking out on the area of Thomas’s farm. They looked to the part where the corn field was, to see another crop of corn growing.

“Those plants are still there,” A male buffalo said. “How can they be still growing them?”

“Destroying that big machine the last time didn’t work!” Another male buffalo said. “Maybe we should flatten the crop, and the whole farm to send the message!”

The little female buffalo put on a face of concern. “Are you sure it’s a good idea? This might be taking this too far.”

One of the three large male buffalo turned to her. “No! You know how sacred this land is to our kin. Besides, you’re one to talk, Little Strongheart, since you suggested to destroy that machine last time.”

“I know,” Little Strongheart said. “But now that I looked back on it, I think we went too far with that too.”

“Don’t tell us you’re backing out on us?”

Little Strongheart shook her head. “I’m not. I’m just saying that there must be another way of doing this.”

“There isn’t,” One of the male buffalo said. “Chief Thunderhooves gave us instructions to reclaim this sacred land at any cost.

"You know what we need to do.”

Little Strongheart paused, pondering for a moment, before sighing. “Alright. Let’s go.” She thought inside her head. This is against my better judgement. I have a really bad feeling about this.

Little Strongheart, along with the three buffalo began to make their way towards the farm. As they past a tree at the halfway point, the little red light on a hidden, motion sensored security camera began to flash rapidly.







Thomas jolted awake to the sound of the beeping alarm sounding inside of his house. He quickly got out of bed, put on his dressing gown, and made his way to the living room to the computer monitors that were lit up, capturing the footage of the four buffalo trespassers that were unaware that they were being monitored on the cameras he set up. Thomas glared at the buffalo shown on the monitors.

“Gotcha. Looks like I'll be having buffalo wings tonight.”

Thomas quickly goes to his bedroom, and slips his shoes on, before grabbing his wand from his bedside table, his magic suitcase, and rushing back to the computer. He then looked back at the cameras to find out where those buffalo were, until he looked at the camera monitoring the shed where his tractor was. To his horror, and great anger, he saw the three male buffalo beginning to attack his tractor, with Little Strongheart watching on.

“Those mother-fucking mongrels!”

Thomas flicked a switch, and the shed lit-up with bright lights, with all four of the buffalo jumping startlingly at them switching on. Thomas then grabbed his suitcase, and he apparated.

The buffalo began to cover their eyes from the blinding shine of the lights. At the same time, Thomas appeared before them.

"Stupefy!"

Thomas swiftly flicked his wand, and a blue light shot out of his wand straight at Little Strongheart, hitting her directly in the face, and making her fly back and hitting her head on the tractor, knocking her completely unconscious. The three male buffalo looked with surprise at the unknown creature that stood before them in the light. They came to their senses, and rashly charged at Thomas, ready to engage the human wizard. They got only a few metres into their attack when Thomas raised his wand at them quickly.

"Immobulus!" 

Another blue light flashed out of Thomas's wand, hitting the charging buffalo. The flash hit them, and they suddenly found themselves unable to move. With the buffalo immobilised, Thomas slowly walked forward towards them, until he was in view with his captives, bearing a look mixed of anger and amusement. 

"Well, well," Thomas said. "So you're the buffalo that have been giving me trouble. And now I've got you at last."

Thomas raised his wand, and pointed it directly at each of the buffalo that were completely immobilised, unable to move.

"Imperio!"

A yellow-green colored, misty light came out of his wand at the three male buffalo. The mist entered into their nostrils as they breathed it in, and they each began to show slightly intoxicated, elated states, like if they were drugged. Thomas looked at them, checking each of them very carefully. When he was positive that these buffalo were under his complete control, he released them from their immobilised state. The buffalo stood there, with a possessed gaze as Thomas put his suitcase down, reached into his dressing gown pocket, and pulled out a small remote control, where he pushed a button that turned off the bright lights.

After that, Thomas put the remote back into his pocket, before turning on the light in his tractor shed. Thomas looked past the possessed buffalo, and saw his once again destroyed tractor, with the unconscious form of Little Strongheart laying right beside it. He growled angrily at the sight, and turned to one of the male buffalo.

"Pick your friend up."

The male buffalo nodded, and walked over to Little Strongheart, where he picked her up, and placed her unconscious body on his back. Thomas then aimed his wand at his destroyed tractor.

"Reparo!"

The tractor began to be restored to its original state, until it was all restored like nothing had happened. Thomas lowered his wand, and placed it on a close by worktable. He then began to undress himself of his shoes, his dressing gown, and then his underwear, until he stood before them naked. He then picked up his wand, before he kneeled down, and undid the locks of his suitcase, opening it up. He then faced the possessed buffalo, who were looking at him with each having a drugged look.

Thomas motioned them to the opened suitcase. "Get in the case."

The buffalo nodded in compliance at Thomas's command. Thomas watched as the buffalo walk towards the open suitcase. When reaching the case, and trying to enter into it, the case magically, and effortlessly stretched to allow the buffalo to enter into the suitcase. When the third buffalo with Little Strongheart on his back entered, Thomas entered into it soon after, following them.







The inside of Thomas's suitcase was very large. It was like walking inside a warehouse due to the Extension Charm he learnt in magic school. Inside, there was a concrete hallway, with two sliding doors of two separate rooms, one at the start of the hall on the right-hand side, the other on the other end on the left-hand side. Thomas moved in front of the buffalo.

"Stop!" The buffalo stopped at Thomas's command. Thomas then walked to the first door that lead into the first room, and opened the door. He then turned to the buffalo with the unconscious Little Strongheart on his back. "Bring her inside."

The buffalo followed Thomas into the room. Inside the room was a wooden beam with four legs standing in the middle of the room, and had straps on it. It looked like a hand made wooden rack used in rape dungeon role plays Thomas saw in porn videos. Thomas turned to the buffalo.

"Put her on this." Thomas said.

Thomas watched as the buffalo walked over to the device with Little Strongheart at his command, and gently rested her on the rack. Thomas then walked over, and soon began to fasten the straps on the rack around the unconscious Little Strongheart. Her legs were secured to each of the legs of the rack like she was standing on all fours, with them being spread apart slightly.

With the straps fastened, tightly securing Little Strongheart's body, Thomas did other things. He first put a blind-fold on Little Strongheart's eyes, then he put a leather collar around her neck with a metal ring at the back of it. He then grabbed a metal ring, wide enough to fit a tail through, with a strap from the table with a number of sex toys and devices displayed on top of it. He slipped Little Strongheart's tail through the ring until it was fitted snug near the base of her tail. He then pulled the strap attached to it, and clipped it on to the metal ring at the back of the leather collar, causing it to raise her tail, exposing her pussy and ass.

Thomas stood there admiring his work, staring at the still unconscious little female buffalo, admiring her exposed holes.

Look at you. Presenting yourself to me like a slut. Thomas thought to himself and smiled in admiration. He leaned his face down towards Little Strongheart's exposed pussy, and gave it a good sniff, taking in her musk. I could rut you right now, but I think I'll wait. I want you to be completely conscious when I have my way with you. Right now, I have to deal with your friends. And I have something special for them. 

Thomas turned to the male buffalo behind him. "Let's go."

The male buffalo followed Thomas out of the room, and Thomas closed the door behind him, leaving the still unconscious Little Strongheart bound up, and alone. After that, he encouraged the three male buffalo to follow him.

"Follow me."

The three male buffalo followed Thomas down the hall, towards the door at the end on the left hand side. Thomas then opened the door to the room. "In we go." Thomas entered into the room, with the buffalo following close behind him. The second room was just like the first room, only it was bigger, and had three racks, but were bigger, made of steel, and had spaces for their sheaths and penises to poke through, and each had a metal plate resting close below it with wires connected to it running down to a box the size of a waste basket with switches and a nob on it. Thomas turned to the buffalo with a grin on his face.

"Hop on the racks." Thomas said.

The buffalo walked over to the racks at Thomas's command. He watched with satisfaction as each of the buffalo hopped onto the racks. With the buffalo in place, Thomas made his way towards them. He then began to secure each of them to the racks with shackles and chains. He then put ball gags into each of their mouths, and he buckled them tight behind their heads. Thomas then fastened the other straps around their snouts, closing their mouths on the ball gags, leaving each of them without the ability to open their mouths even a little. Lastly, he went to the rear end of each of the males, lifting their tails up, exposing their ass holes, and holding them to their backs with straps.

With the three buffalo secured to the racks, Thomas then smiled with satisfaction. "I think it's time to release you from my control now." He raised his wand, and waved it in front of the buffalo, making a glow, and the yellow-green colored, misty light began to come out of the buffalo's nostrils returning back into his wand. The buffalo began to shake their heads, disorientated like they had just woken-up from sleeping. When they came to their senses, they looked up at Thomas. They saw him standing in front of them naked, wand in hand, and bearing a grin on his face.

"Well, nice to see your back to your senses, boys."

Thomas watched with a smirk as the three buffalo males struggled to get free, with muffled grunts of annoyance and anger filling the room. After several minutes, they each finally gave in, and looked at Thomas. One of them gave Thomas a pleading look, making the human wizard chuckle.

"Oh no," Thomas said. "You buffalo have been very bad. Trespassing on to my farm, desecrating my corn crops, and destroying my beloved tractor twice. And for all that, you buffalo need to be punished for it. Don't you think?"

The buffalo looked on as Thomas turned to a table with wheels on it. On the table were three large, vibrating butt plugs with straps attached to them. The size of the butt plugs were for advanced users, so he was told by the owner of the sex shop he went to while in London. They were each eight inches long, and were three and a half inches at the widest part before the base. It would be the perfect size for larger animals like them to take. Right next to the plugs was a lube applicator, and two bottles. One was sex lubricant in a pink, one litre bottle, the other was a red and yellow glass bottle with a flaming skull head label on it. Thomas then picked up the bottle of lubricant, and undid the bottle, before putting it back down on the table.

"This is sex lubricant. It's used to make your cocks or sex toys penetrate into ones ass more easily, and less painfully." Thomas picked up a pair of latex gloves, and put them on his hands, before he picked up the red and yellow glass bottle with a flaming skull head label on it, and began to twist the lid of it open. "And this is hot sauce, made by Carolina Reaper peppers. The hottest pepper in the world, with over two million on the Scoville unit scale. It's not for those who are sensitive or not use to spicy food, and it can burn skin too." He picked up the bottle of lube. "And once I add this to the lube, the pain reduction factor will go, and it will burn."

Thomas smirked as he began to pour some of the hot sauce into the lube. He then screwed the lid back on the bottle of lube, and began to shake it up, mixing it in. After thirty seconds or so of shaking, Thomas stopped. He then undid the cap, and put some on his gloved finger to see that the lube had changed from clear to a orange-red color. He began to smile darkly at the buffalo as he put the lube down on to the table.

"Are you ready for your punishment, buffalo?" Thomas asked.

“Mph! Mmm mmmm!” One buffalo tried to yell at Thomas, but the human just laughed at his impossible to understand speech. Thomas then began to wheel the table towards the buffalo who yelled.

"Since you seem the most eager out of the three, I'll start with you first."

The buffalo squirmed as Thomas made his way to the back of them, almost out of their sights. Thomas stopped positioning the table right next to him so that he could work on his captive prisoners. The buffalo looked behind him at Thomas, whimpering pleadingly at him. Noticing the fear in the buffalo's eyes, Thomas smiled amusedly, and took the lube applicator. He dipped it in the bottle of hot sauce mixed lube, and pulled a good measure of the slippery liquid into the syringe, before pulling it out.

Again, the buffalo began to squirm in his chains to get free, but it was no good. He was too well restrained. Ignoring the first buffalo's muffled protests, Thomas brought the small, rounded tip of the lube applicator to the first buffalo’s anus, and used the plunger to push a small amount of the lube onto it, coating his entrance in the cold, slippery liquid.

"Mmm!!! MMMMMPH!!!!!"

The Buffalo screamed as he began to feel the burning caused by the hot sauce mixed into the lube, causing his entrance to tense up, and tighten.

"Fighting it is useless, Buffalo," Thomas said. "It will just make it hurt more." Personally I hope you do continue to fight it. It makes it all the more satisfying.

Thomas lined the lube applicator up with the buffalo's anus, and began to insert it inside. The buffalo grunted, and winced, as Thomas managed to slip the lube applicator inside a few inches. A few seconds later, the buffalo felt the burning contents of the syringe injected inside, coating his insides in the super slick and burning liquid, causing the buffalo to cry in pain through the gag from the burning of the hot sauce.

"Burns, doesn't it?" Thomas took the lube applicator out, and picked up the large, vibrating butt plug. He then picked up the bottle of lube, and poured some of the lube on the plug. "This is just the beginning, mate."

The buffalo grunted at Thomas prodding the tip of the butt plug on his entrance. His ass tightened, trying to put up some resistance to the intruder. The resistance was little, as Thomas began to twist it back and forth, letting the smooth, rounded tip part the buffalo's rear entrance, and started to push the toy inside his prisoner's tight hole. The pain from the burning of the hot sauce, to the forceful insertion of the butt plug was absolute torture for the buffalo. Then over a minute later, with a wet "plop", the plug was finally inside, allowing his anus to seal shut over the base of it.

With the plug in place, Thomas began to take hold of the straps connected to it. Before he could fasten the straps, the buffalo grunted, as he briefly began to push the plug out, nearly making to the edge of the widest part.

"Oh no you don't!"

Thomas quickly took hold of the butt plug before the buffalo could try and push it out any further, and pushed it back in, before fastening the straps around the buffalo tightly to lock it in place, preventing his prisoner from ever pushing it out again. Thomas took a few steps back, and watched with a mix of amusement, and proudness at the buffalo grunting, squirming, and making a vein effort to try and push the secured toy out, in addition to crying in pain from the burning of the hot sauce mixed in the lube he applied, causing the buffalo to shed a few tears. He then looked back at the table, and locked his eyes on the other two butt plugs that he was yet to insert into the other two buffalo males.

"That's one down, and two more to go." Thomas said.

Thomas repeated the same procedure with the other two male buffalo. Applying the hot sauce lube with the lube applicator, inserting the butt plug, then fastening and securing them in place with the straps. After several minutes, Thomas was finished setting his male buffalo prisoners up. He then removed his gloves, and wiped his forehead.

"Two more things." Thomas picked up his wand from the table, and waved it close to the butt plugs in a slow hover motion.

"Engorgio!"

The three male buffalo's eyes widened, and squealed as the plugs in their asses suddenly swelled up to at least three times their original sizes. Their colons felt almost full enough to burst open, and began whimpering and crying more from the additional discomfort. Thomas stood there behind them, marvelling at his handy work. He looked down at his cock, for he noticed that he was becoming aroused by the sight of the buffalo's predicament. It was there he knew that it was time for the fun to begin.

"Well, now there's one more thing before we start."

The buffalo watched as Thomas walked over to the box with wires connected to the metal plates right under them in the spaces where their sheaths and penises were. Thomas then flicked a switch on the box, and a green light came on. He also turned the nob on the box as if he was adjusting a setting before turning to the buffalo looking in fear at what he was doing.

"This will make it all the more punishing. Every time each of you cum, that box those plates are connected to with give you a tickle." Thomas noticed the growing fear in his prisoners eyes, as well as the pain and discomfit they were enduring. Pleased with this, he walked over to the table, and began to wheel it to be in front view of his buffalo prisoners. When he was in view, Thomas picked up three devices that were the remote controls to the vibrators in their asses. "Now then, time to begin your punishments."

Thomas pushed the button on each of the remotes that was the highest setting for the butt plugs. The plugs sprung to life, vibrating inside each of the buffalo's asses, massaging their prostates violently, causing them to squeal even louder. A satisfied smile appeared upon Thomas's face, he even began to jerk himself off a bit when he noticed the buffalo's erections beginning to appear. He was careful not to make himself release before he would have his fun with Little Strongheart in the other room. Was it bestiality enjoying the buffalo's sexual torture, or when he would fuck Little Strongheart? Thomas did not care less. Punishing these destructive trespassers was all that mattered to him.

One of the buffalo began to get close to ejaculation. He grunted, jerking forward in his bound-up position as his cock erected extra hard above the metal plate. Then a few moments later, his white, sticky seed began to shoot out of his cock, hitting directly on to the plate. The buffalo suddenly squealed in further pain when his cum hit the plate. Thomas smiled at the buffalo that squealed in pain.

"Hurts, doesn't it? It should. Because that's what that plate is supposed to do. Every time each of you release your load, that plate gives you a painful shock. The shocks can't kill you, but they can still hurt like hell." Thomas picked up his wand from the table. "So I would try holding my cum in, if I were either of you, unless you enjoy being shocked." He began to walk towards the opened sliding door with the wheeled table. "Now, if you excuse me, I have to take care of your ring leader. See you later. Enjoy!"

Thomas exited out of the room, and closed the door behind him, locking the door, leaving his three male buffalo prisoners alone, being continually tortured by the burning of the hot-sauced lube, the enlarged, vibrating butt plugs, and the painful shocks they would get each time they would cum on the metal plates. They each began to cry and groan at the pain they were going to endure for an unknown amount of time, along with another pain they have developed. Holding their cum until they could not take it.







Little Strongheart laid there unconscious on the wood restraint device, until she jolted wake, gasping, and nearly screaming from a sudden bucket of ice cold water thrown on to her.

"It's about time you awoken." Thomas said.

Little Strongheart looked around herself fearfully, despite her being blind folded. Thomas put the bucket down, and Little Strongheart's ears perked up at the sound of the bucket being placed on the concrete floor.

"Who's there? Where are you?! Show yourself!"

Thomas walked over to Little Strongheart, and violently grabbed her by the fur on the top of her head, making her cry in pain from her hair being pulled as he leaned down towards her left side of her head.

"Buffalo, you just fucked with the wrong bull!" Thomas pushed her head back onto the rack, making Little Strongheart yell in pain. "You thought you and your friends could get away with desecrating my corn crops, and destroying my property? Well, you didn't expect that I would be ready and waiting for you!"

"Stop!" Little Strongheart said.

"I haven't even started yet!" Thomas pulled Little Strongheart's fur on the top of her head, bringing her a bit closer. "My dad gave me that tractor, you fucking bitch! It's the most precious thing I have to remember him by, and you fucking, savage, beasts come along, trespass on my farm, and destroyed it!"

Little Strongheart cried from her fur on her head being pulled so hard. "No, please! I'm sorry! I'm sorry about your tractor! It was too far, and I admit it! We only wanted our land back! Your corn crop is on Buffalo land! It's sacred to our kind!"

"Well, guess what," Thomas said. "This land is now mine! It belongs to me!! And you buffalo have given me trouble, and you need to be taught a lesson!"

"No! No, please! I'm sorry!"

"You being sorry won't so much as erase what you have done!" Thomas grabbed his penis, and started stroking it until it was hard. "I've already dealt with your friends, and now it's time for your punishment. You and your friends took something from me, so it's only fair I take something from you. And no better thing to take from you than your dignity, your humility, your virginity!"

"No! Don't! Please...Mmph!"

Before Little Strongheart could protest any further, Thomas put a ball gag in her mouth, and fastened it tightly around her head. He listened to her muffled words, and watched her struggle helplessly in her restrains. Thomas then removed the blind-fold on Little Strongheart's eyes. Little Strongheart looked around, and turned, looking behind her. Her eyes widened with shock, seeing her captor, Thomas face to face, for she found out that he was not a pony, or anything she had ever seen or heard in Equestria before, a completely unknown creature.

Thomas began to grin, causing Little Strongheart to look fearfully into his eyes. "It's time for you to take your punishment, for you to be taught a lesson." He leaned down towards her head as he darkly said, "And you better believe it'll be a lesson you'll never forget."

Little Strongheart made muffled protesting words through the ball gag, and began to struggle to get free from her restrains as she felt Thomas's hands touching her rear. Her eyes suddenly widened, and her struggles and muffled cries increased from the feeling of her captor's fingers entering into her pussy, and moving around, exploring her walls. Thomas smiled at the warmth of Little Strongheart's pussy, and soon began to feel her beginning to get wet with her juices. After a couple of minutes, he removed his fingers from inside Little Strongheart. Little Strongheart turned her head to face Thomas with tears forming in her eyes, as she watched him take his two fingers he used inside her, and puts them in his mouth, tasting her juices.

"Mmm," Thomas said. "Not bad for a buffalo. Let's find out how my dick feels in it, shall we?"

Thomas once again grabbed his penis, and started stroking it until it was hard once again. He then began to rub the tip against Little Strongheart's wet pussy, causing her to cry through the gag. Then without warning, Thomas entered into her hard, making Little Strongheart scream. Thomas then began to thrust hard in her, not giving Little Strongheart time to adjust to his hard, fleshy invader. Little Strongheart’s body was racked with sobs as she felt him slide in and out of her mercilessly. 

Thomas sighed with pleasure of the walls of the buffalo's pussy squeezing his human cock. "Are you enjoying your punishment, buffalo? I know I am. I'm rutting you like the bitch you are."

Thomas began to pick up the pace, and thrusted even harder into her. Little Strongheart just gave up trying to struggle free, closed her eyes, and cried as it was all happening. The feeling of Thomas's human cock filling her body sent shivers of unwelcome pleasure through her as she grunted and sobbed. She could hear her own juices dripping from the wood of the rack she was restrained to, and onto the floor from the human wizard pounded into her.

Suddenly, Thomas stopped and pulled out, to Little Strongheart's relief. Her relief was short lived when Thomas slammed into her again, but in her other hole. She squealed in pain as she felt her ass hole being stretched, and it would have split if it were not for her juices lubricated on Thomas's dick. After he had pushed all the way inside of her, Thomas began to pump in and out of her deliciously tight, buffalo ass. He grunted as he slammed into her, sending painful shock waves through Little Strongheart’s body. His hips slapped noisily against hers, as he moaned with pleasure. 

Thomas showed no mercy, for the sweet pleasure of vengeance was all he cared about as he pounded his cock into her ass. He soon felt himself about to cum, as Little Strongheart cried.

"Here...it comes!!"

Thomas slammed is cock hard into Little Strongheart's ass like a boxer delivering a finishing blow in a fight. Little Strongheart squealed, and sobbed as she felt Thomas's cock beginning to pulse, unloading his human seed into her ass, coating her insides with an unwelcome warmth. Thomas looked down at the sobbing form of Little Strongheart as he breathed heavily from the sex. The musky smell of sex and sweat filled the room. He then pulled out of her, and stood behind Little Strongheart, looking down on her with a satisfied smile.

"Well...that was pretty good," Thomas said. "But your punishment isn't over, that was just the start. I have something more in mind for you before I leave you and your friends here."

Little Strongheart watched helplessly, as Thomas walked over to the same wheeled table that had the hot-sauced lube, the lube applicator, and had a vibrating butt plug, and vibrating dildo with straps connected to them, however they were not as big as the ones he used on the other male buffalo earlier. Thomas then put on another pair of rubber gloves, before picking-up the bottle of lube, and showing it in Little Strongheart's line of version for her to see.

"Do you know what this is?" Little Strongheart sniffled and slowly shook her head to answer Thomas's question to her. "This is sex lubricant. It's used to help ones cock or sex toys to penetrate without causing damage, and to reduce pain." Thomas smiled. "But not in this case. Because I laced it with hot sauce made from Carolina Reaper peppers, the hottest pepper in the world. I used it on your three friends earlier, and it was not pleasant at all. And now I'm going to use it on you too."

Little Strongheart's eyes widened, and she began to struggle in a vain effort to get free, while trying to plead for mercy through the gag. Thomas rolled his eyes at her impossible to understand speech, before undoing the lid to the lube, and picking up the lube applicator. He dipped it in the bottle of hot sauce mixed lube, filled-up the syringe, and pulled it out. 

Thomas brought the small, rounded tip of the lube applicator to Little Strongheart’s pussy, and used the plunger to push a certain amount of the lube onto it, before inserting his gloved fingers to spread it around inside and out.

"MMM!!! MMMMMPH!!!!!"

Little Strongheart began to scream and squirm violently as she began to feel the burning caused by the hot-sauced lube touching and being spread into her sensitive pussy. The burning pain was excruciating, and got worse when Thomas suddenly inserted the lube applicator into her anus, and injected the rest of the hot-sauced lube in her ass. Thomas then removed the lube applicator out of Little Strongheart's anus, and watched her scream, and squirming violently from the burning pain, nearly causing her to pass out.

"Now that you're lubed-up, we can now put these into you." Thomas said.

Little Strongheart cried and sobbed, with her eyes closed from the pain of the hot-sauced lube in both her holes. Her eyes suddenly shot open when a cold rubber object pushed against her ass. Her anus put up little resistance against the slightly slippery invader sliding into her easily, but began to slow down as it reached the widest part. The vibrating butt plug was unyielding as Thomas drove it into her harder, until her anus sealed around the bass with a "plop". Thomas then grabbed the vibrating dildo soaked in lube, and slid it in her vagina, before securing the two with the straps attached to them to her body to hold them in place.  

With the toys secured and in place, Thomas removed the gloves, admiring the sight of a sobbing, squirming Little Strongheart all set to face the same predicament as her three buffalo friends. He then picked-up the remotes for the vibrators moments later. Without saying a word, Thomas pushed the button, turning on the vibrators at their highest setting. Little Strongheart squealed at the burst of unwanted pleasure. She came almost immediately as pleasure shot through her whole body.

With everything set up, Thomas began to make his way to the door. "Well, time for me to go now. Enjoy!" He called out as he closed and locked the door behind him, leaving Little Strongheart all alone at the mercy of the vibrators vibrating in both her holes, that would cause her to cum countless times until they were switched off.







Thomas climbed out of his suitcase, and closed it, before fastening the locks. It was still night time, and he knew he had plenty of time to get some sleep. He put his clothes back on, picked-up his suitcase, and switched the shed light off, before apparating back into the house.

Inside his house, Thomas placed his suitcase with his buffalo prisoners inside against the space in between the door entrance of his bedroom and his bookcase. He stood there looking down at the case, thinking about what they are going through.

That takes care of them, Thomas thought. I'll leave them in there for a night or so. That'll teach them a lesson. And the rooms are solid concrete, and are sound proof, so no chance of them being heard. And with the hot-sauce laced lube, and those vibrators secured and constantly vibrating, and stimulating them, I doubt they'll get any sleep. He then smelt himself, and realized he stunk of sex, sweat, and buffalo. I'll definitely need a shower in the morning. What should I do with them afterwards? I'll think of it tomorrow.

Thomas yawned, and walked over to his bed. He got into bed, and pulled the covers over himself before laying his head back on his pillow, allowing himself once again to be taken by the clutches of sleep. What he would do to his buffalo prisoners after that, he would think about it tomorrow like he said.