Court Martial
Hushed whispers and laughing could be heard from the crowd as the blue unicorn was finally led onto the stage that was hastily constructed on Ponyville’s marketplace the previous day.
On it a small group of ponies were already gathered. Mayor Mare was standing next to Twilight, both of them currently thanking Big Mac for his expertly done woodwork on the stage and a certain other wooden apparatus on top of it.
All three of them turned around as Mac’s sister Applejack strutted over to them, a lasso held firmly with her teeth dragging the aforementioned unicorn along.
As the small procession arrived at the center, Twilight‘s horn started glowing, a purple magical aura grabbing the blindfold taking the other unicorns vision, pulling it off carefully as to not accidentally dislodge the Magic Null ring firmly slid to the base of the mare’s own horn.
Meanwhile the Mayor had stepped to the front, clearing her throat before addressing the gathered townsponies below her.
“Attention Ponyville! As you all know we are gathered here today to pass judgement over the unicorn mare knows as Trixie Lulamoon, who tried to forcefully establish her own kingdom, ruling as a tyrant and seceding our little town from the Equestrian empire. All of that while enslaving all of you and banishing on of our dearest friends who thankfully managed to end her rule thanks to her own abilities and the help of her friends.”
At that a loud wave of stomps and chears emitted from the crowd, who due to the scope of the trial consisted of nearly all of Ponyville’s citizens and took up most of the central square.
Mayor Mare waited a few moments before beckoning for silence and continuing. “Due to the scale of these charges we have to look at Equestria’s ancient monarchic codex as our current common law does not even know an act as heinous as treason.
Therefore the punishment will not consist of merely a fine or short custodial sentence but will rather be focused on redemption through the means of corporal punishment.
As you may know, in ancient times attempts at forming new empires within Celestia’s dominion were not uncommon and in many cases these incidents could not be settled without bloodshed. Because of this the leader’s of such uproars were sentenced to counter the loss of innocent lives by producing new ones with their own bodies, sired by the very ponies they tried to subdue.”
All the while the unicorn in question was getting visibly more uncomfortable as realization on the nature of the punishment slowly dawned on her. Since her second defeat at the hooves of her nemesis Twilight Sparkle she had spent more time plotting a new revenge plan than thinking about the consequences of her previous one. She had reckoned to get away with only some minor inconveniences, a stern talking or maybe one of these ominous letters to the Princess. This was definitely in another league.
In hindsight she really should have asked for a lawyer.
Sighing, she eyed the machinery next to her. Wooden stocks, brand new and carved from a fallen apple tree, with a central hole for a pony’s neck and two smaller ones on each side, just the right size for a foreleg.
She snapped back to the Mayor’s speech just in time to hear her announce the final verdict.
“As my position as elected Mayor of this town grants me, I hereby sentence the Unicorn Trixie Lulamoon, found guilty of treason and conspiracy against Ponyville and Equestria, to serve this town’s population, stallion or mare, in whichever way they want, until she has compensated the town for her crimes by delivering one litter of foals to it’s citizens.”
Wait, a litter? Had she missed something while zoning out? Ponies don’t reproduce like cats, they don’t carry a litter. Twins maybe, but certainly not more. Maybe the Mayor had misspoken, meaning a single foal instead, which still meant her punishment lasting a whole eleven months.
Her thoughts were cut short when the orange mare tugged at the rope, pulling her over to the wooden stocks. A purple glow once again emitted from Twilight’s horn, lifting the upper part of the punishment tool, before Trixie was forcefully pressed into the cut out holes by the big earth pony stallion. Glaring at him she vainly tried to power up her horn for the umpteenth time before the lavender unicorn closed her bindings, attaching a magic lock to the side, locking Trixie in her wooden prison.
The preparations were apparently not done yet, as another pony entered the stage, this one a white Unicorn which Trixie remembered was called Rarity. In her magic aura she was carrying an assortment of tools, looking like she came straight from a bondage convention.
Before Trixie could even protest her hind legs were spread apart and a spread bar was fixated between them, cold metal shackles holding her hooves in place. Next was a leather tail wrap that levitated over and was quickly woven around the base of her tail just over her dock, before being attached to a lug over her head, a string pulling her tail, which was previously clamped over her nether regions, straight up in the air, revealing her marehood and anus to the jeering and whistling crowd.
Before she even had time to think about her embarrassing state her thoughts were distracted by Rarity walking around her, inspecting her work with a satisfied nod before coming to her front, magically forcing a huge ring gag into her mouth, pressing her tongue down and stretching her maw painfully wide open, electing a gurgling sound of protest from the bound mare, accompanied by a flow of saliva.
Last was a strange looking amulet, not too different from the red alicorn amulet that had caused this whole mess in the first place. As it was placed around her neck, Trixie could spot a small red crystal heart, embedded in the middle of the medallion, with strange runes carved in the metal surrounding it, looking almost like little tadpoles heading for the stone in the center.
As soon as the attached chain touched her neck, she could feel the amulet’s magic power, flowing through her whole body, spreading warmth in a few certain areas that were at full display at the moment. Trixie could feel a blush rising in her cheeks as she felt her vagina quickly getting wet, the heat radiating through her whole uterus. She closed her eyes in shame as she felt the first wink of her clit, again earning a vocal response from her audience.
“Whaach ih chach ching?” She desperately tried to ask through the metal ring in her mouth, turning her head to glare at Twilight.
“This, Trixie, is an ancient artefact brought here directly from the Royal Canterlot History Museum just for this occasion,” the purple mare answered. “It was used by the old unicorn tribes in various fertility rituals and will aid you in your challenge to redeem yourself.
It was enchanted with a variety of spells, the most powerful ones ensuring that your estrus starts right now no matter your natural heat cycle and keeps going for the duration of your punishment. Furthermore it interacts with your ovaries, prompting them to produce and release new eggs constantly. Your body also gets told to alter it’s hormone production to ensure that it prepares it’s important parts for the task at hoof. Your digestive tract also gets a little revamp since your food intake from now on will be rather monotonous and viscous. And a paternity mark spell will grant stallions the ability to make sure that their task was finished successfully.
Oh and it also makes your pussy wet.”
Trixie’s expression dropped further and further as she listened to Twilight’s rambling. This was not good at all. They were going to breed her like a filthy animal. No, worse! No animal could even get pregnant in such a way. How the amulet was supposed to make it possible for her was a mystery to Trixie but she had no doubt it would be less than pleasant.
Already she could feel the other effects starting to show, her stomach rumbling, her uterus and ovaries shifting in entirely unnatural ways. Not to mention a strange pulling sensation in her crotchboobs, almost as if they were being pulled down by gravity.
Desperately she strained against her bindings, flailing her forehooves and ordering the ponies in front of her to release the Great and Powerful Trixie this instant, though nothing more than angry gargling sounds came out of her mouth.
Seeing as their job was done, Twilight and her friends left the stage, leaving the Mayor and an already aroused looking Big Mac behind.
Once more the elderly mare addressed the gather ponies. “Now that everything is prepared, we shall commence with the punishment. To honour Big Macintosh’s efforts in building these wooden constructions on such a short notice, he will be awarded the privilege to go first. After he has chosen a hole, all of you are free to follow him and carry out your duties as Equestria’s citizens as well. Please form an orderly line at the base of the stairs and don’t forget, there is no rush, our convict isn’t going anywhere.”