Author's Notes:

Warning, rape lemon ahead.

YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED

As for any of you being fans of my story Liberare Elementis, here, finally, have lemon.

Luna looked at the shipment of new weapons in a mix of awe and confusion. 'I didn't order these....' Luna examined the steel barreled and unadorned plain oak-stocked single-shot shotguns. They were simple, functional, and had no stamp of the smith on them, which was beyond unusual. And suspicious. 'I wonder if sister knows who is supplying these? The smith not branding their work anywhere is extremely unlikely.' She read the instructions which were VERY specific on operation, maintenance, and safety. The extensive list of things to do to keep the weapons functioning was impressive, but the list of things NOT to do was even longer. “Such dangerous things. The Saddle Arabians are devious, making cannons so small. But these things don't seem able to pierce plate armor.”

Luna's comment was right, as the test shots against anything less than well-made iron armor were beyond effective, but the lead shot ricocheted violently off of iron targets. For normal combat, it was suggested that crossbows still be the norm, and shotguns only be used against large clusters of lightly-armored enemies or airborne ones. “Ma'am, I don't trust these fancy new weapons.” Luna looked to her lieutenant, who looked at the gun in his hands with a suspicious gaze. “Not that I doubt they were made right but...the smith made these without love, or genuine care beyond it functioning properly.”

Luna double-checked her soldier's assessment, and realized it must be true, as the stocks of the guns were not uniform and painstakingly shaped a certain way, only that they could be held properly and comfortably. An odd ridge or divot here and there also showed said smith was rushed, or careless about it. It might not be integral to the weapon's function, but it said much on the smith's dislike for his work. “I'm going to ask sister where these guns are coming from. Supply our archers with them and instruct them on the list of tactics this scroll details.” Luna ordered before she left for her office. 'It seems our attempts at weeding out less desirable ponies from our government is still insufficient.'

Luna had a bad feeling. Seeing those weapons unnerved her. She could practically sense the malice pouring off of them. The hatred of their creator was profound. She hoped that the willpower and negative emotions of their creator hasn't cursed the weapons. The power imbued into objects by their makers outside enchanting was still mysterious and unknown and often considered superstition. Luna was old enough to know better.

[ $ ]

“Wake up slave!” Sharp shouted before she whipped the sleeping Konrad in his cot. He yelped as the offending weapon stung him, taking some fur with it and leaving a red line under his coat. Konrad groaned as he forced himself to sit up, glaring hatefully at the petite bitch that tormented him daily for the past...how long? He'd have to check his tally wall. “We need that shipment to Manehattan ready by tonight! So get crafting!” Sharp then threw the loaf of bread she had in her other hand at him and spun around to leave, her tail once again as usual whipping him in the face to his irritation, and frustration.

'What is up with that bitch? All I do is snark at her and I even tried killing her several times, and she just gets more interested.' Konrad mentally growled as he ate his loaf of bread. However, he panted a bit, and groaned as he tried to withhold a boner out of nowhere. 'Fuck, no, not this again...!' Sharp's round, juicy, big ass hovered in his mind, and he grit his teeth angrily as his pent-up frustration ate at his resolve. 'Fucking...big booty bitch!' Konrad shifted his thoughts to other things as best he could. He was worrying he was getting Stockholm Syndrome. Every day that bitch taunted him and treated him like dirt, yet every day he found himself more attracted.

'Just eat, get to work. The work will distract. Need to ensure secret project is still secret.' He got back to eating his breakfast bread, he had three loaves of bread a day, and a bucket to do his business in. His water supply was drugged to keep him from being able to use his magic, so the fucks had him trapped here in his horse form, which was getting thin enough by now his ribs were starting to show through his muscles, which ironically bulked up from his hard work at the forge. His body was depleting his fat thanks to Avarice trying to keep them in shape, while his muscles bulked up. He could now say he was genuinely ripped from all his lifting, moving, hammering, etc.

What the fucks fortunately didn't know, was that Konrad was making pieces to a new kind of shotgun. Seriously, did the idiots think they could put him in here, and expect him to NOT come up with the materials needed? Sure, the couple of shells he managed to make using sub-par material might barely have enough kick to knock someone down, but if he could just incapacitate Sharp, he'd be able to muscle his way through any guards that tried to stop him getting attention from the actual authorities. He still had to assemble it though, and the pieces were hidden in loose bricks around the cell. He still needed to get the second trigger mounted properly for his double-barreled boomstick to be done, once that was done, he was out of here.

Konrad sighed as he drank his drugged water. He tried drinking the water used for his forging, but the drug was in that too. It didn't chemically alter the metal in a bad way, and actually turned the steel a little blue when he quenched it. So the drug must've had some cobalt in it. He hoped prolonged exposure to it didn't kill him. After downing his tainted fluid, he got up and turned to the wall, baffled at the number of tallies covering it. How long had it been? Oh, there. Konrad took a piece of charcoal and made another tally at the end. Day 67.

'Time for another day of slave work.' Konrad sighed as he fed the smelter and prepared the casts. The brown mare they first threatened was released several days ago. Something about memory erasure spells to make her forget her mistreatment, and him so she didn't blab, yet still remembered having had served her sentence for theft. She stole jewels apparently. A huge offense, considering the gem mines are dangerous to work in, and the princesses refuse to let their hard work be taken advantage of. Oh the irony.

Konrad took the molten steel out of the smelter, which was magically kept from heating the room and producing smoke as he used tongs to move the stone cup of molten alloy to the cast which had about 10 barrel casts ready, and poured into them. Konrad didn't blame the princesses for his enslaved imprisonment. He knew clear as day from the worried mutters of some of the guards that if they heard about this, heads would roll, literally. Slavery was one of the worst offenses in Equestrian law, just under murder and rape.

After he finished pouring the steel, Konrad set aside the “steel” cup in the corner to cool, and then picked up the “brass” cup and set it in the smelter, before feeding the smelter the copper and zinc in “just-so” amounts. He had to be careful to get the ratio of copper to zinc right to get “beta” brass, which was the right hardness and durability for the finer parts such as the trigger, hammer, etc. Konrad would admit that this experience was good for his smithing skills overall, but he didn't think it was worth the scars and his imprisonment.

Following this, Konrad set to setting out a block of clay, and using pieces he'd already made to impress into the block just right for casting them. Thankfully the screws and bolts were pre-made by the castle engineers, who had been taken off building the guns as a whole for a “private party provider”, pfft, yeah right. Once that was done, and the smelter had melted the brass, Konrad then carefully poured into the block to make the misc parts needed for the gun's finer workings. He'd have to break off and collect the excess bits to be smelted again for later use.

Once that was done, Konrad allowed the smelter to vent. He'd only been able to make ten a day, what with him also secretly working on his double-barrel boomstick, so he'd made...uh...66 times ten...wow, 660 guns. 160 more than that prick Gray had been pretending to be ready to pay for. It'd be 670 by day's end if the carved stocks he constantly made in his “free” time during the cool-down passed his...huh. 'I carved that many?' Konrad mused in surprise at the sight of the pile of wooden stocks in the corner. 'Huh. Guess I don't need to carve more stocks from my supply of firewood after all.'

Konrad sighed. This wasn't the first time he'd had time available to just rest. But that was all he got to do when he wasn't working. Suddenly, Konrad found his arms grabbed, and shackled behind his back. “Wha-oof!” Konrad was pushed down to the floor, a small form with a large and plush rear was sitting on his butt, moving his ginger tail aside. This had the effect of exciting him again.

“Mm...you've filled out nicely~.” Konrad froze, it was Sharp. She was running her hands down his broad, muscled back. “So tight, so tense, so massively ripped.” She dug her fingers into his shoulders, and the knots that formed from his constant work and stress made him cry out in pain as she kneaded his muscles, rubbing out the knots as she felt him up. Konrad was getting more excited.

“G-get off me bitch! I'm not about to-gak! Agk!” Konrad was scared now. She'd put a metal bit in his mouth, and was strapping it to his head as she also moved blinders over his eyes, which covered his vision entirely. 'No! NO!!' Konrad tried to struggle out from under her, oddly, he was getting even more excited as he struggled, but her cold laughter told him it just made her excited too, and she-FUCK! This thing had reins on it! She was tugging at the reins of the harness on his head like he was just an animal! And it turned him on!

“Yes! Struggle my beautiful muscle beast! I'll tame you yet!” Sharp took out a riding crop, scooted forward, and began whipping his flanks, making him buck in pain. “Woo! Giddy-up!”

'SICK BITCH! I'm going to fucking END YOU for this!' Konrad swore mentally, as to his horror, instead he groaned and grunted in want. 'Why? Why do I want-AH!'.

“Ah-ha-ha~! Enough of this! I'm finally going to get what I want!” Konrad tried to wriggle away from her feebly when she got off of him, his will to fight back weakened as he panted in arousal and trying not to have his penis leave his sheathe, but she twisted and pulled the reins until he was on his back, and she sat down on his gained six-pack abs, her bubble butt just felt so~ soft. “Time to see what sort of monster is hidden by this.” Konrad froze when she cupped his testicles through the thong, and he moaned and humped up into her as he began to rise.

'Where are the other guards?! They would've stopped this!' Konrad knew the other guards weren't nearly as twisted as Sharp Snap, but then again, she ruled down here. This was her own little kingdom. She probably arranged for them all to be gone, knew Konrad would have free time in his schedule...she planned for this! Konrad grunted as she began stroking his sheathe, he was starting to love being stimulated by the cooing and eager small mare, and soon his black skinned penis began to come from his sheathe proper. 'No~! C'mon little man! Don't betray me like this!'

Obviously Konrad's body betrayed him, and soon Sharp was drooling at the sight of ten inches of thick horse meat. “Woo! I heard horses made ponies look small, but I've never seen a stallion so hung!” Konrad sniffled as tears leaked from the blinders in his shame, as he felt her turn around to face him, her groin armor quickly unlatched and tossed aside. “Now, my big, rippling muscle beast. You get to spear me like you've been wanting to! Just TRY to kill me with your cock!”

To Konrad's shock, she rose, positioned him to her drooling opening, and practically impaled herself on him, and he grunted and squealed at the stimulus as she squeaked and moaned as she worked her way down onto him. 'I'm being raped! I'm being raped by a little bitch barely half my size and loving it!' Konrad gasped around the bit as he instinctively bucked up into her, getting a cry of pleasure out of her. 'YES! After months without release!' Konrad pumped up into her when she began using her left hand to play with his balls while she balanced on his abs with her right hand. 'Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck~!'

“Mmph, good boy! Hump me into oblivion!” Sharp demanded, and Konrad let out a shuddering breath as he eagerly did as she demanded. Konrad was losing himself, thrusting up into her with wild abandon with the raw, unfettered NEED to wreck her! “Oh! Oh! Oh! OH YES~! By Luna you're a real stallion!”

'I hope I fucking wreck your puss you bitch! I hope you can't use this hole for anything after this!' Konrad gasped as he got close. 'AGH! I'm gonna~! GONNA~!' Konrad was so oddly enraptured with his nearing orgasm and as Sharp neared her own orgasm she hilted him, meaning his head was flush with her cervix.

“Oh~ Fuck yeah! Let it all out!” She then gave one final bounce, and Konrad yelled around his bit as he came. “Ugh-uh~!” Sharp moaned as her eyes rolled back and her vagina tightened onto him, his seed practically forced into her uterus from how tight everything was. She panted as she held her abdomen, smiling with an extremely serene and relieved expression. “Yeah...there we go.”

Konrad huffed and gasped as he gathered his wits, the explosive orgasm being unlike anything he'd experienced before. It was like he'd never truly orgasmed before now, and he had no idea why this was. “Hai?” What he said through the bit was obvious, and she decided to comply.

“I'm not a young mare, despite my looks hunk. I didn't have long before I lost my fertility. I wanted a stud worthy enough in my eyes, and watching you work, defy me the whole way. I lusted for you so much I decided to use you as my foal's sire. Besides, we're abandoning this operation and no longer need your services, lucky since the Princess has finally caught on. Those involved are being transferred around, Sharp Snap isn't even my real name.” The mare who wasn't named Sharp Snap said factually as she grunted and pushed herself off his flaccid penis. “Today was my last and only chance. The others have already been transferred out. I'm the last one leaving. I had to do this now or never. So, stud. It was fun. I'm just sad I won't see you again.”

Konrad was stunned when she took the bit out of his mouth and kissed him deeply with a swirling tongue. It was one of passion he moaned into as he returned it. Until she released him from the lip lock before he heard her gather her groin armor and leave him there. A soiled and defiled mess. He promptly passed out from all the stress finally getting to him.

[ $ ]

Celestia was beyond livid along with ashamed and worried. Her wild emotions were as palpable as the heat of her sun. She was in the waiting room to the infirmary of her castle, pacing as she awaited the word on the poor victim that had suffered beneath her own hooves for what her guards say was at least 67 days according to the tallies on his cell wall. For over two months the poor stallion was enslaved within small quarters, forcibly fed magic suppressing drugs via tainting his water, and what was worse was the water was also tainted with fertility boosting drugs. Illegal drugs known as Desire's Art, that also caused a dangerous spike in metabolism and dangerous growth along with an intense boost in libido. He was lucky his constant smithing geared it towards building muscle rather than just atrophying by laying about or otherwise growing in unhealthy shapes considering the setting he'd been trapped in.

This, combined with the pathetic and erotically bound state he was found in, along with his semen clearly indicated the stallion had been raped to sire a bastard foal. So many horrific things had been done right under her snout, and she didn't find out until far too late. The only consolation was that he still lived. “Princess.” She stopped pacing, her flickering pink hair and dress taking a few seconds to join in on her stillness as she directed her attention to the white unicorn stallion with blue eyes and a blond mane wearing a gray smock. “The patient is stable now. I've managed to leech the drugs from his bloodstream and provide him the nutrients he's been needing. He's in remarkably good health considering what's he's been through.”

“What about mental health doctor? He was wrongfully imprisoned by ponies pretending to be my soldiers, enslaved for more than two months, and then raped on top of it all. Will he even be able to see a mare without having a negative reaction?” Celestia asked as despite her ponies still not being as educated as she'd like, she'd ensured a basic understanding of psychology was at least comprehended.

“I had the nurses remain a good distance, but I have yet to provide a mare's presence to test for negative reaction. Would you be willing to act as the agitator for a test?” The doctor asked in concern, knowing not to ask would've offended the caring mare.

“Yes. I must speak with him. I must apologize and make reparations for the cruel actions of those who would dare call themselves My Little Ponies.” Celestia stated regally before she followed the doctor into the infirmary. It was little more than a row of beds extending a whole hall, but the size of it and number of nurses showed that this was more or less a small hospital rather than an infirmary. There were plenty of sick or injured ponies here, their privacy only given by the poster bed frames with their curtains drawn. Certainly there must be a cheaper alternative, but Celestia saw no reason of yet to deny the weak and injured comfort.

“This is his bed. As you can tell, we had to give him one of the largest ones available.” The doctor poked his head into the poster bed. “Sir, I have Princess Celestia with me. She wishes to speak with you personally.”

“Lulu's sis? Yes, please. I could use a friendly mare's face right now.” Konrad replied from under his safe, thick blanket, only his head open to the air. 'Luna's sister. At least she's concerned enough to speak to me personally.'

{Ugh...oh...what happened?} Avarice had been out of it for a long time. Being constantly drugged and trying to manage what he could to maintain their health was a challenge and a half.

Before Konrad could reply, the curtain opened to reveal the stunning Princess Celestia. She was definitely Luna's older sister. Every bit as voluptuous and regally beautiful as her younger sister. But, despite that, Konrad didn't feel so strongly attracted to her as much as he felt...comfortable with her presence. Like a family member you hadn't seen in a long time and felt so content to see again. “Hello good sir. I apologize for all the hardship you have faced in my lands. I am glad to see that you are well in spite of it all.”

“Hmph, not your fault. Don't go taking blame where it isn't due.” Konrad said amicably, looking the regal mare his height in the eyes, and saw nothing but genuine concern. “If anything your sis is far more guilty than you in causing me distress. What with her having chased me across the country and then jumped my bones without even realizing who I was. Or telling me who she was for that matter.”

Celestia blinked, and then quickly drew the connections before shooing the doctor away, who complied promptly. “You are Avarice? The being with the powers of Contract Magic?”

“Yep. Didn't know it was illegal when I came here. It was just standard procedure. I'm guessing I failed to erase that Corporal's debt I take it? Considering I was being hunted shortly after I'd interacted with him?” Konrad asked as Avarice just soaked in what he could.

“Yes. Moss Stone has had to be honorably discharged from the army due to his increasingly unstable mental condition. He is fixated on resolving his debt to the point that he's taken to consolidating all his worldly possessions, taking extra jobs to earn bits, and more. I've had to have him detained in a mental ward here in the castle to prevent him from going any further.” Celestia explained, and Konrad sighed.

“Bring him here. I'll release him from his perceived debt. Apologies for the nuisance.” Konrad said sincerely, but instead of leaving, Celestia looked at him in intrigue. “Something else Princess?”

“Eleven times?” Celestia asked, getting a very strong blush out of the horse, and she nickered in amusement, which was always rather novel to see considering a humanoid did it. “Wow. The look on Luna's face when she finds out!”

“I know right?! That's exactly what I thought when I read the note she left me!” The stallion and mare then both shared a boisterous laugh that got them disapproving looks from nearby doctors and nurses. “Hey, mind if I get up? I've been confined to a small space for months, I want to stretch my legs.”

“Certain...ly....” Celestia's face practically glowed red when Avarice threw the covers off, and stood. She had to look up at him. 'W-wow....'

Konrad blinked as he looked down at her. “Say...you're eight feet tall right?” Konrad asked in bewilderment, and she nodded. “Huh...whatever was in that water must've forced some growth through my whole body, not just my muscles. That's dangerous stuff.” Konrad finally examined his body properly, since he had no work to distract him, and he unintentionally popped his pecs in the very impressed and aroused mare's face, causing her wings to flare open. “Well, I'm not going to get any fresh air in here. To the open sky!” Konrad dramatically hammed as he pointed up at an angle and began walking along the hall, causing every nurse who saw him to gawk at him in both amazement and shock.

Celestia stood still for a moment, and swallowed a ball of saliva that had threatened to drip out her open mouth. 'D-doesn't he realize he's naked?!'

“S-sir!” Konrad looked to the nurse who worked up the courage to talk to him. “You do realize that you're...naked, right?”

At the yellow-turning-red nurse's words, Konrad blinked and finally noticed he wasn't even wearing a thong. And yet...he didn't give a plum fuck about it. In fact, rather than being embarrassed, he was getting aroused at being exposed around so many mares. 'Huh...that's odd.' He idly scratched his head in befuddlement as he wondered why he didn't care that he was naked, when months ago he was constantly worried about covering his body.

{Shit, being in a thong for months, and then being raped must've thrown your sense of shame out the window. I'm not seeing any rising panic, we're actually getting excited. Only thing is that draft on our groin.} At Avarice pointing that out, Konrad shivered.

“Um, no, I didn't. Would someone lend me a sheet or something? Kinda chilly in here.” Konrad asked, getting a doctor to comply with a shake of his head. “Hey fella, you built like I am? I'm not ashamed of it.” Konrad made his whole body ripple, getting a lot of woops and catcalls once they got over the shock and he laughed as he wrapped the sheet around himself to ward off the chill. “Brr. Chilly as heck in here. I need some air.”

As Konrad left, Celestia simply watched him leave, and shook her head. “Luna, you got lucky....Eleven times with that.” Celestia was absolutely going to tell Luna he was here, leaving out some things...she was so ready to watch her sister freak out.

[ $ ]

Konrad soon discovered that outside was just as cold as inside, only worse with the winds produced by the elevation that Canterlot had from being on a plateau halfway up a tall spire mountain. No wonder the infirmary had such warm and lavish beds. They were the only source of warmth in that place. “It's a nice view, isn't it?” Konrad turned his head away from the glorious panoramic view provided by this random balcony of the enormous white and gold castle to see that Celestia had decided to follow him.

'Wow...she's warm.' Konrad thought and shamelessly leaned into the flustered princess, who wasn't used to such a bold action. “Mm...you're warm. Like, comforting sunlight warm. How is that?”

The blushing mare smiled and opened her large right wing to wrap around the shivering stallion, who hummed in appreciation. “I am the living embodiment of the sun. I...suppose I'm the closest thing to a goddess a living being can be, so too is my sister Luna, who embodies the moon.” Celestia looked up at her sun, calling down a bit more of an unseasonable warmth as winter was on it's way. “Not many ponies, or people in general know this; but I just help keep the planet's rotation in check, and adjust distance slightly from the sun to help change seasons. This spot of warmth is merely me flaring the heat of the sun just-so.”

“So Luna manages the movement of the moon around the planet then. She has the harder job you know. Just one little fuckup and the world's gone.” Konrad stated, remembering at least something from his science classes. Celestia sighed as she nodded in agreement however, so it was nice to see that was true.

“Yes, it is so much easier to control the rotation of the planet and the warmth of the sun rather than the whole proper movement of an entire solid mass like the moon. I keep telling Luna she's stronger than me, but she doesn't seem to believe me.” Celestia bemoaned as she looked out at her land. “Look at this. Why? Why must people fight? Why must they hurt others, do things like what was done to you, when there is more than enough for everyone?”

“War never changes Tia. And neither do the predators among us. You'll find that out soon enough.” Konrad warned, before he decided to get serious. “I crafted 660 shotguns for those slavers. Ten guns a day. Everyday. What of those ended up in your soldier's hands?”

“My sister reported a shipment of 200 shotguns for her personal forces, all well-crafted save the rush work on the wood pieces. Then there are the 300 shotguns my fleet admiral reported having been delivered for distribution among his vessels. Not to mention the thousands of shells provided for them all by my engineers.” Celestia informed, getting Konrad to frown.

“That's 160 missing....” Konrad mused, but then remembered Sharp Snap's words to him that morning of the day he was so humiliated. “Manehattan. Sharp Snap, the bitch who raped me, told me that the next shipment was going to Manehattan. I can't trust it though, she might've planted that to throw me, and by extension; you, off.”

“Princess!” Their conversation was cut off by a mare flying straight up to them from the northeast. She-whoa. “Urgent message from General Whiplash of Manehattan Arsenal.” Konrad couldn't focus on the mare landing and handing the concerned princess a scroll, he was too focused on the peculiar mare herself. She was the standard build of pegasus mares, being curvy but not in a bulky manner the earth ponies and horses tended to be more often than not, she was also a standard height of 5-6 feet, but that wasn't what caught Konrad's attention.

She was a slate gray, like Sharp. Had slit gold eyes, like Sharp. Had bat wings, like Sharp. Had the cute little fangs and ear tufts, LIKE SHARP! SHARP!

Konrad suddenly roared in a primal and enraged manner as he jumped at the shocked thestral, but Konrad found himself blocked by a golden barrier, and witnessed a golden shimmer going over him before he collapsed and passed out.