I never thought our plan could fail. I lament over the details as the days transitioned into weeks. Equestria had seemingly forgotten about me and the Legion of Doom while the commoner ponies rebuilt their homes and celebrated their victory. Selfish creatures! The victory belonged to the six mares bearing the Elements of Harmony. I was restrained in a wooden contraption used on mares who could not conceive or birth without medical intervention. My magic was sealed by a ring clamped over my gnarled horn. The cell was positioned in such a way that there was no chance of shadows forming to aid my escape. Even as the sun and moon underwent their journeys across the sky. One by one Cozyglow, Lord Tirek and Queen Chrysalis were freed from their bonds and escorted to Celestia knew where to face trials and punishment for their crimes against Equestria’s citizens and rulers.

A skin-tight, latex hood was pulled over my head. The hood was black as my heart. I was led out into a barren wasteland of ice and snow. The royal guards fixed me to a pole by a chain around my neck and left to the mercy of the Windigos- who detected my eternal hatred. I felt the temperature of the air drop as the Windigos lurked closer. Icicles formed in my nostrils. Ice fixed my hooves to the barren, rocky ground. I managed to contort my muzzle until the rubbery gag fell out. I sucked in an icy breath that made my heart and lungs burn. Snow settled on my inky fur. My fur was as dark as a night without Luna’s glittering stars. My ears and gnarled horn poked out from the top of the execution hood. Swivelling as I listened to the Windigos whispering amongst themselves in a language I could not understand. Timber Wolves would not attack me. Nothing challenged the Windigos.
The ethereal creatures moved silently through the frozen air aside from the wind whistling through their manes and tails as they circled me, creating a blizzard that made my teeth clank together like glass windchimes. I shouted for the Windigos to reveal themselves, but my low, sensually growl was lost in the wind. A hoof kicked my hind legs apart. In this form, my legs quivered under the strain, but I remained composed until a long, rigid, icy tongue slipped between my legs to lick from the base of my cock, dragged upwards over my balls and up to my asshole. I tensed the ring of muscles and tried to cover my entrance with my tail. I could not fight with magic due to the crude ring-shaped invention that was clamped over my gnarled horn.

Like a mare in heat, my back arched. I gritted my teeth and swallowed my bray of surprise. Something long, hard, and cold forced its way into my virgin pucker. I bore down and tried to force the foreign object out, but it was ridged like a dragon’s cock. The scraping of the ridges made my hips buck and my chest heave. My field of vision filled with stars. I thought that was a figure of speech until I experienced it for myself. This body’s reaction was involuntary.

The Windigo’s teeth sunk into my neck as it pounded into me, repositioning itself for more leverage until its cock slammed into a place that I only thought that mares had, filling me with a blast of icy liquid thicker than frosting that soothed the pain inside my narrow, silky passage. Celestia would never have done this. The whole of Equestria was on the cusp of changing underneath the rule of the Elements of Harmony. I hoped to live long enough to see what changes would be brought upon the creatures of Equestria by the new monarchs.

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The Princess of Magic sent her dragon attendant (and a quartet of guards) to make sure I was not causing problems during my exile. A fact I was not aware of until the raging blizzard lulled into a soft snowfall. Over the twinkling of snowflakes, I heard the murmurs of the guards and the clanking of their armour despite the fur lining advised by Princess Luna. The circle of Windigo stallions awaiting their turn with their cocks fully extended, broke their formation to show the guards what they could do to ponies if they wondered too close. The guards remarked amongst themselves about how agape my hole hung while dripping cum. The guards were mortified by the sight. The purple dragon unfurled a roll of parchment and clumsily penned a letter, setting fire to it with his breath. The letter would arrive to its intended recipient before they did. The letters would no longer go to Celestia. Would they?

Despite the eternal night here in the icy wasteland, the assembly dared not stay the night to rest. The dragon hurriedly ordered the guards to stop staring and prepare for departure. The Windigos and their icy cocks enveloped me like a wall of driving snow. When they were done with me there would surely be nothing left for the Timber Wolves to scavenge upon.

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