“You know, Twi,” Mac said as he looked at his mare and rubbed his ass cheeks, which were stinging from the whipping he had received in the garden. “Ah like those boots Trixie was wearing. Reckon we could get a pair?”

Instead of answering, Twilight got up from her chair with a smirk, motioning for Lecture to follow her and leaving a confused Mac behind. Giving a shrug, the stallion made his way to the other wing of the mansion, knocking on one of the doors. After a couple of moments, he was bid entry, and he gave a chuckle when he saw the occupants.

“Well, Ah can see yer havin’ fun there, cuz.”

“You know it, Mac. Ah think Trixie is too.” Braeburn turned back to his wife, the mare pulled into a tough strappado by a chain attached to the ring on the base of her armbinder. She didn’t hear the two stallions converse, not that well anyway, due to her ears being plugged by thick rubber, held in place by straps around the ears.

Her vision was also removed thanks to a blindfold, rendering her completely helpless and at Braeburn’s mercy, something, that when Trixie wobbled a little and fought to regain her balance, Mac saw was nearly non existent, the mare’s own ass cheeks almost glowing. With a crop in hand Braeburn stepped closer, making his toy shriek when he struck her marehood, which was also on display to the world.

“Well, guess Ah’ll leave you to it Brae. Remember, if it feels like you’ve gone too far, it’s cos you have.”

“Don’t worry, we’ve explored out limits. She can take much, much more, but we’ll still be safe.” Mac left the room, Braeburn turning back to his mare and giving a chuckle. “Now what to do with you? Ah think Ah know.”

Inside the blindfold, Trixie’s eyes darted back and forth, even though she couldn’t see. When she heard the muffled second voice she became even more aroused by the feeling of somepony seeing her in such a compromising position. She wiggled her toes to keep the blood from pooling, then had to shift her feet as she lost her balance, feeling more than hearing the thuds her ballet boots’ heels made on the floor.

She whimpered a little when she felt her arms pushed further up, but knew that was only so the chain could be unclipped, a happy groan coming from her as she was stood up. Trixie didn’t have long to rest however, as she felt tugging on her collar and was forced to follow. From what she saw when they entered the room, she knew she was being pulled to the other side of the room, but not to what piece of equipment.

She was suddenly spun around and felt hands on her shoulders, pushing her down, and she obeyed without resistance. Her teeth dug into the gag as she felt two hard shafts pressing against her entrances, having to spread her legs and allow them in to comply with the downwards force. They weren’t small shafts either, tears building in the corners of her eyes as the one in her ass only seemed to get thicker.

Eventually she bottomed out, feeling a cold rubber seat beneath her. She was grateful when she felt Braeburn lift up one of her ankles and place it in a metal half ring, the mare giving a sigh as the pressure was removed from her foot. The other half closed down from above a moment later, locked her ankle into place, her stallion doing the same to her other leg afterwards. She was made to bend at the hips, held in place for a moment by Braeburn’s hand around her horn. He let go a moment later, but she was still forced to remained in that position.

Trixie cocked her head when she felt two round, glass objects press over her bare nipples, trying to work out what exactly it was. She felt the vibrations of a machine to her side starting up, and a moment later felt the two glass circles clamp down on her breasts, the areas inside the rings being pulled forward.

Stepping back from his mare, Braeburn watched as the suction tubes pulled Trixie’s nipples better than any clamps ever could, and he reached his hand down to the front of the seat she was upon. As soon as he flicked the switch and turned the dial to full power, Trixie’s body began to shake and she started to moan.

Kneeling down, he could see just under her, the two shafts moving very fast in an assault upon her holes. He reached behind her head and unbuckled the gag, but held it in her mouth for a moment whilst he got the next one ready. Letting the drool-soaked rubber ball roll out, he slipped the other one in, Trixie’s mouth being forced even wider open, and he buckled it up tight.

He went to grab a towel to put under her, but noticed the floors were a solid kind of rubber, so any drool would just wipe up. He knelt down and looked into Trixie’s mouth, making sure the wide metal ring was seated behind her teeth with no way of falling out.

He knew what she’d expect to happen next, but instead he moved to a chair and sat down, loving the way her cheeks went red as she was machine fucked. He had clipped the base of her armbinder to a chain hanging from the ceiling, the other end coming down where he had sat down, and gave it a tug, Trixie groaning as her arms were pulled above her back once more.

Braeburn watched for nearly an hour as his mare had orgasm after orgasm, a large pool of drool on the floor below her. Standing up, he walked over, but didn’t release her, nor turned the power down. Instead he unzipped his trousers and let them slide down his legs along with his underwear, letting his cock free to the air.

The first Trixie knew about it was when he grabbed her horn once more and used it to push her head down, his tip slipping past the ring. Trixie tried to instinctively close her lips, but the gag would not let her, and as soon as Braeburn let go, she started to bob her head up and down, at least as far as her bonds would allow her. She kept going until her neck got sore, at which point she drew back as far as she could and shook her head, Braeburn reaching for the gag but not being able to undo it before Trixie hit another orgasm, her scream of passion much louder this time.

Once she had ridden through it, Braeburn tried to remove the gag again, but Trixie pulled her head away and shook it. Looking down her body, Braeburn saw her hips lifting slightly, and knew what she was asking for. Reaching down, he slowly dialed back the power until the machine shut off, then unclipped the chain from her collar, the mare giving a groan as she sat upright.

Her ankles were freed from the stirrups, Braeburn holding on tightly as he helped her rise from the shafts, giving a chuckle when he looked down at the front one and saw it very slick from her juices. He led her over to the couch and sat her down, Trixie lifting her legs so that her boots were on the edge of the seat and exposed herself to the room, giving a wiggle of her hips.

Braeburn was there instantly, pushing his cock into her well lubed cunny, a long moan coming from the mare as he slid in to her depths. He knew from prior experience that she’d likely be exhausted after the next orgasm and that it wouldn’t take her long to reach it, so grabbed her thighs and held her against him as he began to slam in and out.

He wasn’t gentle, and he couldn’t hold on much longer, having been ready to burst halfway through Trixie’s ‘torture’. The gap between her moans got shorter as he started to grunt, her walls crushing his shaft and begging him for his gift. They reached their peak at the same time Trixie letting out a partially muffled scream as her back arched, Braeburn groaning as his body tenses.

His cock throbbed, sending his hot load into her, and once he was done he knelt down, slipping a finger into the ring on her collar. He pulled her up, sending his tongue through the ring and feeling her lips move against his own. When they broke apart, he started to unbind her. Several minutes later, Trixie stood naked in the room, shaking slightly. She was surprised when a robe was passed to her in an amber glow, slipping it on and then turning to see one of the mansion’s staff stood at the door.

“Do not worry about the mess… this is nothing compare to the other two. A bath has been drawn for you both in your guest suite.”

“T-thank you,” Trixie replied in a shaky voice, about to leave the room when she was picked up from behind, Braeburn holding her to his chest with one arm around her back and the other under her legs. She wrapped her arms around his neck and lay her head upon his shoulder, nodding to the servant as they left. “Brae, what are you doing?”

“Most important part o’ this kinda relationship; after care. Ah’m gonna treat ya as damn near a princess as Ah can.”

Trixie gave a giggle and closed her eyes, looking forward to whatever he had planned next.

After several hours of work, the Manehattan Mareiott had been evacuated of all injured ponies, and the emergency construction crews had entered to temporarily strengthen the damaged areas until permanent repairs could be carried out, alongside the medics who were tasked with recovering bodies.

The medical tents had been restricted as to who could enter, at least twenty ponies from the Manehattan Guard branch forming a barrier to prevent just anypony from entering, and keeping an eye on the growing crowd.

Word had spread quickly through the city, and lots of ponies wanted to see the results for themselves, but it was the increasing number of agitated pegasi filling the street that set the guards on edge. They did their best, but all it took was one pony to catch sight of Princess Scootaloo as she was escorted to safety for the near riot to begin.

Inside the main tent, Scootaloo’s senses were dulled to the sound of frantic shouting as the medics tended to Pip’s leg after sedating the stallion, but the young mare’s gaze was on the next bed, which was covered by a white sheet. The only things she felt right then was anger and hatred for those that sent the young stallion out, and she placed his death upon their heads.

So distracted was she that it took two sets of arms being tightly wrapped around her with one pony blocking her view to snap her back to reality. Looking up, her eyes went wide as she stared into her father’s face, then behind her to see her distraught mother, and she embraced them both tightly.

As soon as she pulled back, Firefly began to fuss over her daughter, looking for any wounds. It took Starburst pulling her away for Scootaloo to be given some peace, but the elder pegasus mare then locked her eyes onto Pip’s unconscious form. Fortunately, she saw the sense in not interrupting the medics as they worked. Seeing his wife finally calmed down, Starburst turned to his daughter with a sigh.

“Sweetheart, I need you to go outside. You don’t have to say anything, just show them you’re still alive.”

Though she didn’t want to leave her stallion, she agreed with her father’s idea, giving him a nod then turning towards the exit.

The one guard inside, a unicorn, held up a hand and lit their horn, covering Scootaloo in a bubble of golden magic, which then faded from sight. The guard then stepped back and held the flap open, bowing their head to Scootaloo. Even though the tent material didn’t do much to quieten the sounds of the crowd, when she stepped out it all seemed louder. She tapped one of the guards on the shoulder and when they saw who it was, the pony moved out of the way, allowing her and her father to pass, the mare climbing atop a large crate.

As soon as the crowd lay eyes upon her, Scootaloo became instantly grateful, for they fell into silence as they stared in awe at her. Now that she was outside, she could see the support she had, not only from pegasi but earth ponies and unicorns as well, and she felt like she needed to say something, anything to ease their concerns further.

“My fellow ponies… tonight… an attempt was made not just on my life, but that of my friends and your friends. Whilst I was the intended target, they killed many tonight. And it wasn’t a tribal attack, for my own stallion, an earth pony, and Prince Blueblood of the unicorns were both injured, and are in the tent behind me as we speak!”

Scootaloo had noted that the only seemingly angry ponies were the pegasi, but as soon as those words left her mouth, angry murmuring could be heard from ponies of every tribe. On the inside, Scootaloo was nervous, but she kept her composure as she continued.

“I promise you all this, we will not rest until those responsible are brought to justice. We will not be going after blood, but will bring them right here, to see what they have wrought! Only then will they face justice for their crimes. And if any of you in the crowd are spying for them, we have a message for you to deliver… run. You run now and you never look back, for one day, we will be behind you, and we will show no mercy!”

That set the crowd off, but not into a riot. It started off slow, somewhere in the middle back, but one pony’s applause moved through the crowd, ending up with everypony that had heard Scootaloo cheering for her and chanting her name, along with her title.

Taking a deep breath, Scootaloo turned and climbed down, returning into the tent. She was about to join her mother near Pip’s bed when a medic approached, bowing his head slightly.

“Your highness, we have both your consort…”

“His name is Pip.”

“My apologies, your highness. We have both Mr Pip and Prince Blueblood stable and ready to be transported to Manehattan General. Would you like to come with us, or make your own way there?”

Scootaloo looked around the tent, seeing more than just Pip and Blueblood awaiting transfer. She was physically fine, and all of these ponies needed help. “I will make my own way. Guard!” One of the ponies from outside stuck their head into the tent. “Ensure these ponies are taken to the hospital as quickly as possible.”

“As you wish, your highness.”

Scootaloo heard the heavy footfalls of boots on tarmac, knowing that the guards would clear the roads before the injured ponies. Heading back outside once more, Scootaloo was surprised to see a new squad in place, their armour shining brightly in the setting sun. Each and every piece was highly polished, looking like it was made from solid gold, except for the smaller pony stood out the front.

They were clad in similar armour, but theirs was a deep red, with a blazing orange sun on the chest piece. Seeing Scootaloo emerge, the pony marched over and knelt down, the guards behind them doing the same.

“My Princess Scootaloo,” came a female voice from under the helmet. “ We have been sent to supplement your usual guards. It is understood they require to be away from your side for the moment, so we will act in their stead.”

Scootaloo was speechless, just giving a nod to let them know to stand. Starburst came alongside her with a chuckle, wrapping an arm around her shoulder. “Scootaloo, let me introduce Just Cause, Captain of the Praetorians… Celestia’s personal guard. We call her Cas.”

Stepping into the jail cells, Rainbow Dash looked at the few occupants with a scowl as she stalked between them, heading for a sturdy door at the back. Once she reached it she gave it a few solid knocks, a slot opening to reveal a pair of brown eyes. The slot slammed shut and she heard a large bolt being slid back, followed by the door opening.

“Rainbow, what are you doing here?”

“I’ve come to see this stallion for myself, now stand aside.” Having been promoted to a Flight Colonel a couple of months ago, the mare now outranked her husband, the stallion giving a nod as he let her into the room. She had read the quick report, but even then could not have prepared for the stench of singed flesh, holding a hand over her mouth as she looked upon the form of the surviving killer.

The wounds caused by the rebar had been cauterised with the metal left inside, a few inches poking out either side, there were several cuts along his chest, and his legs looked to be broken.

It was less than a minute after entering that Dash left, moving to the nearest trashcan just in time for the violent upheaval of her last meal. Closing the door and stepping behind the mare, Boreal Spear pulled her mane out of her face and held it behind her head, gently rubbing her back with his free hand.

“You should not have come, Rainbow. What we are doing… it is not for this Equestria to see.” Rainbow gave a few dry heaves followed by coughing, then stood up and took a deep breath. She glared at one of the cells, where the occupant was sniggering at her, then turned back to her husband.

“I wish I hadn’t. Walk with me.” Dash made her way from the cells, a small shiver of excitement running down her spine as her massive stallion followed. In the cell office, the guard desk sat empty, Dash having sent the on duty pony for an unscheduled break, and there was an extra chair. “Sit down, Spear. We need to discuss your report.”

Boreal did as told, giving a sigh. He knew what was coming, but being it from his wife made it seem even worse. “Before we do this, Dash, know one thing. I will follow my princess’ orders over yours any day.”

“Good, I’m glad to hear it. As long as she doesn’t order you to please her.” Dash caught a slight smirk playing on Spear’s lips, but it faded again when she continued. “Eye witness accounts said that from the ruins of Scootaloo’s room came you and Halberd, Scoots, Pip, the asshole down there… and one body.”

“That is correct.”

“There’s no mention of it in your official report. Why?”

“Princess Scootaloo’s orders.” Seeing the confusion on his wife’s face, he recounted the scuffle with the smaller of the assassins, giving a brief overview of the drugs and poison they were using. Dash listened intently, but noticed one thing Spear had neglected to mention.

“What was his name?”

“Rainbow, is that really important?”

“The name, Spear… NOW!” Dash shouted, spreading her wings, a show of dominance.

“Winter Tundra. The poor colt’s name was Winter Tundra.” Spear instantly knew something was wrong as Dash’s eyes widened and her wings fell limp as she slumped into her chair. He was distracted as Halberd walked out from the cells, and he knew this round of questioning was over. Once the other stallion had left the room, Spear returned his gaze to his wife. “Rainbow, what is it?”

“...n-no, it can’t be.” She suddenly looked at him with a fire in her eyes, got up and grabbed his hand, then dragged him outside. She offered no explanation as she took to the sky, Spear having trouble keeping up, but he managed to follow her to Manehatten Hospital.

He thought she wanted to ask Scootaloo something, but he grew surprised when she looked at the building’s directory, stopping with her finger in the ‘M’ section. He didn’t quite see what it was, but followed after her as she took off down the corridors. He was partially amused when he saw doctors and nurses go to question her, then return to their work after seeing who marched behind her.

They came across a set of double doors, where Spear had the time to read the sign and find out where she had gone, but not to ask her why as she entered the room. He stepped in after her, looking at the wall mounted rows of silver lockers. He spotted a unicorn stallion sat with his back to them, but so did Dash, the mare marching up and spinning his chair around.

“The dead pony that came in with Princess Scootaloo. Which one?”

“I can’t tell you,” the stallion said, raising an eyebrow at her. “Only members of family.” Dash grabbed the stallion’s shirt and lifted him into the air, Spear stranded in shock at seeing his mare act this way.

“In case you have not noticed, we are both Royal Guards. And... and I have to be sure,” Dash said quietly as she let the stallion go, hanging her head. “Please... “

“I shouldn’t… but alright.” The stallion got up and led Dash to the far end of the room, where he started to open a locker. “Stallion, pegasus. Around sixteen or seventeen, no ID so we couldn’t check.” Opening the door, he pulled out a long metal slab, on which there was a white sheet covering the shape of a pony. “Name of Winter Tundra.”

The stallion pulled the sheet back to reveal the face, the room silent and still as Dash took in his features. Neither the mortician nor her husband ever expected what came next, Dash grabbing the body by the clothing that still adorned it, pulling it from the metal slab, and slamming it into the wall next to her.

“Why? Why did you do it! ANSWER ME!” Spear finally stepped in when she punched the body across the muzzle, pulling her away as the mortician placed the body back into the locker. Dash didn’t give up, kicking, screaming and biting at her husband in an attempt to get free, but he continued to drag her from the room.

He kept a firm grip on her until he was certain they were far enough away from the morgue, and only then loosening his grip so she could wriggle free. She walked a few paces away and dropped her hands to her side, balling them into fists.

Spear stepped closer in case he needed to restrain her once more, but as soon as he placed a hand on her shoulder, she spun around and buried her head into his chest, sobbing loudly. A passing doctor noticed, waving the stallion into a side room, which he was grateful for when he found it empty.

He didn’t see a clock in the room, so didn’t know how long he held the crying mare, but eventually the tears ran themselves dry. Spear was confused, as Dash had at least ten years on Tundra, yet that reaction told him there was something between them, and as much as he didn’t want to, he had to find out. “Dash… my dear Rainbow… who was he?”

“He… he was always in trouble as a colt. In and out of correctional institutions. I tried to help him, but one day… well, we moved to Cloudspire. A few years later, hoping he had calmed down, we went back to Cloudsdale, but he had left. Last we heard, he had knocked up some teenage mare.” Dash pulled away and stood in front of Spear, taking his hand loosely in hers and giving it a weak squeeze. “Winter Tundra is… was my brother.”

Spear’s ears splayed back as the news hit him like the Canterlot Express. Not only had he killed a member of his own tribe, something punishable by death in Pegasopolis, but also a member of his family, the brother of his wife, who he was bound to through their marriage.

Pulling his hand away from Dash, he knelt down before her and hung his head. From his finger he pulled off a gold ring, offering it in his palm to the mare, along with a knife from his belt. Confused, she accepted them, holding them in her shaking hands. “Spear?”

“I know the laws this time. Several pegasi tribal laws have never been repealed for pegasi couples. Rainbow... it was because of me he was struck by his own weapon, the very knife you hold there. I have killed your kin. The law says our marriage can no longer continue.”

“No.” Dash crouched down so that she was eye level with her husband; the joys of having a much larger pony than yourself for your soulmate. She grabbed his hand and pushed the ring back onto his finger. “If… if Tunny had fallen this far, then this would have happened to him sooner or later. I’m… happy it was you who did it. I know you wouldn’t have let him suffer.”

Standing up, Dash grabbed a tissue from the side and wiped her eyes, then pulled Spear up as well, accepting his embrace. Looking out of a window, Spear caught sight of the rising sun, which meant he and Halberd had been chatting to their prisoner all night. He would get to sleep soon, but there was one thing he still had to tell Dash. “I… I did let him suffer, Rainbow. Featherbane is excruciatingly painful, yet your brother… did not even whimper. He may not have made the right choices… but in another time, I would have been proud to call him family.”

Rainbow nodded against him, then moved away and grabbed a sheet of paper and pen from the side. “I need to write a letter. Mom and dad need to know… and so does this mare he supposedly has a foal with. If he does, Spear… I want them to move near mom and dad.”

Spear stepped behind Dash as she began to scribble down her jumbled thoughts, wrapping his arms around her from behind. “If they accept it Rainbow, then we shall do everything in our power to make it happen.”