Ingress: Spooning Silver

Four years after first Ingress

Josh gave a faint sigh, idly stirring the ice cubes around in his drink with a straw. It was an Equestrian drink, somewhat like scotch but much, much smoother, and with a strange tingle to it that could only be magical in nature.
It was evening, and the meeting was taking longer than he expected. His father, a wealthy
businessman back in Australia, had sent Josh, his son, to another universe to close a deal for him.

A consortium of farmers in Equestria were working a deal to ship soil through the portal for growers on earth. The soil in Equestria was basically radioactive to humans, with all of the magic imbued in it.

So it had taken the Earth governments years to create a set of guides and regulations for the sale, purchase, use, and regulation of products containing Equestrian magic.

But the topsoil was especially good for growing plants. It super-charged the rate of growth in earth plants, no matter what the season. Simply put, it would revolutionise human farming practises with just the simple addition of a 40/60 mix of Equestria-to-human soil.

But the specifics of it were being a pain. Transporting such a huge mass of soil through the portal posed its own problems, and then further complicating the matter was that Josh’s father was allergic to something in Equestria and couldn’t even set foot through the portal for longer than ten minutes.

The other two members of the meeting were in one of their frequent ‘recesses’, drinking Equestrian wine and chatting to their wives about inane things. Ponies were not speedy businessmen... ponies.

Josh looked up as Filthy Rich re-entered the dim room, sitting down at the table. His business partner, Sterling Silver, sat down next to him, smoking a cigar and drinking from a glass of wine.

“Have you reached a decision?” Josh asked blankly, still stirring his drink.

“We’re still discussing the fine details,” Filthy Rich said, eyes narrowing at the human.

Josh heaved a heavy sigh. He knew that that was code for ‘I’m going to try squeeze more money from you, first.’

“Why don’t you just come back tomorrow morning? It’s getting late,” Josh said, picking up his glass and tossing back the liquid inside in several long gulps.

Sterling Silver spoke up then. “That will be a problem. My associate and I,” he waved a hoof at Filthy Rich, “Are having a err...”

“Business trip,” Filthy Rich offered.

“A business trip, yes, tomorrow, and the day after. More of a weekend deal than anything,” Sterling Silver finished, smiling and nodding faintly.

“So... on monday then,” Josh said with a tired sigh, rubbing his temple with his fingers.

“That sounds like a plan,” Filthy Rich said, smiling in a way so innocent that it came off more as sleazy.

“Okay, good, I look forwards to doing this all over again on monday,” Josh said, placing his glass on the table and then rising to his feet, heading for the door. Filthy Rich turned as well, exiting through the door behind him.

“Joshua, please wait,” Sterling Silver said, holding up a hoof.

Josh winced at that. “Just ‘Josh’ please, I hate being called ‘Joshua’.”

“I want you to foalsit my daughter, Joshua,” Sterling Silver said bluntly.

Josh winced even harder, at both the repetition of the name he hated and the request. “I’m not quite sure that’s even in my realm of respons-”

“I’ll pay you a thousand bits a night,” Sterling Silver added, raising a brow.

A thoughtful expression crossed Josh’s face at that, and he pondered for a long moment, thinking of all the things he could buy with a thousand bits. “Why can’t you just have some pony from around town do it?”

“I am very protective of my daughter, and I’ll not have bad influences tainting her innocence,” Sterling Silver said flatly, his eyes narrowing in distaste. “I can at least trust a human to keep his hooves to himself.”

Josh gave a faint laugh at that, shaking his head. “I think I’ll pass. I doubt anyone would really want to do anything untoward to your daughter.”

Sterling Silver’s eyes narrowed slowly, and he gave the faintest of shrugs. “Oh, I was going to take my wife with me, you know. I worry so much when she’s at home without me. I need her with me on these little business trips. Why, if I don’t take her take with me, I won’t be able to think of anything else, let alone ponder on the arrangements of our business propositions...”

It was time for Josh’s eyes to narrow, and he gave the faintest of long sighs. “Are you really blackmailing me to babysit your daughter?”

Sterling Silver tilted his head slightly to the side, giving a slow smile. “Why, I’d never use such strong language.”

Josh gave another soft sigh, shaking his head. “Fine. Fine. I’ll look after your bloody kid. But I want a couple of Sternweed thrown on top of the order.”

Sterling Silver scratched at his chin curiously for a long moment, before nodding once. “Deal!”

Josh turned on his heel, intending to leave.

“Where’re you going?” Sterling Silver asked suddenly.

“Back to my hotel? I’d like to get some sleep before having to babysit,” Josh pointed out with a shrug.

“Oh nonono,” Sterling Silver said with a shake of his head. “I’m leaving tonight. Ergo, you’ll be coming back with me now.”

“I at least need my clothes,” Josh protested.

“I will have a servant pick them up,” Sterling Silver said with a smile devoid of any warmth.

“Why do I get the feeling that I don’t have a say in the matter?” Josh asked flatly.

“Because you have excellent instincts,” Sterling Silver complimented with a slow smile.

Josh heaved a sigh, shaking his head slowly. “Fine, let’s just go then.”

A half-hour later, and Josh stood awkwardly in the entrance hall of a very large mansion. Sterling Silver was standing in front of him with his wife close at hand, passing a list into Josh’s possession.

Josh stared down at the long, long list of rules and regulations, blinking slowly.

“There’s food in the cold room. Don’t eat any of the things on the top shelves. Our servants are taking a break for the weekend, so you’ll be here alone for the entire weekend. Anything that happens here will fall squarely on your shoulders and will most certainly negatively impact our deal,” Sterling Silver said with a slow smile. He leaned against his wife slightly as he spoke, lifting a hoof to trail down her neck slowly.

Josh gave an inwards sigh. Sterling Silver was off for the weekend to screw his wife and he was stuck looking after his kid.

“Any questions?” Sterling Silver asked, a brow raising.

“Yeah, where is she?” Josh asked, pondering for a moment, “And how do I contact you if something goes wrong?”

“The Ponyville hospital is just down the road,” Sterling Silver said, pointing with a hoof, “And Silver Spoon is in the library, studying.”

Josh gave a thoughtful hum at that. Hopefully, the child was a bookworm or similar, something that would leave him alone for the weekend.

“Fine, fine, get going then. I’ll try to make sure she doesn’t die while you’re gone.”

Sterling Silver slowly raised a brow, frowning slightly. His wife nudged him, and he nodded slowly. “Very well. See that you take good care of her. Meal plans are on the cold room door.”

Josh nodded, looking left and right, and then pointing up one of the staircases, “That way, right?”

“Fifth door on the left,” Sterling Silver said, his frown returning as he stepped past Josh and started for the front door.

Josh stared down at the huge list in his hands. There were at least fifty entries there. Rules, regulations, this and that and the other thing. Shrugging, he tossed the list aside and sat down on the couch, putting his feet up over the arm of it and stretching out lazily.

Television still wasn’t a ‘thing’ in Equestria, and so there was little in the way of entertainment. He still hadn’t seen Silver Spoon, and the maids were long-gone, having retreated for their weekend ‘holiday’. Silver Spoon was old enough to be independant, and Josh felt absolutely no need to dissuade her of that idea or in any way interrupt her. The less interaction he had with an annoying kid, the better.

Josh heard some hoofbeats in the hallway, and he twisted slightly, peering over the top of the couch, spying a grey filly with long, flowing silver mane and tail, and a pair of pretty silver glasses on her nose. Josh couldn’t pin her age exactly. She wasn’t what he would call a ‘foal’, but nor was she a ‘mare’. ‘Filly’ was the best descriptor he could give her, and he equated her to a 14-year-old in human terms. Young, but just old enough to think she knew everything.

Silver Spoon tilted her head to the left, staring at him for a long moment, before she shrugged faintly and turned to the right, disappearing into the kitchen without a word.

Josh watched her go, blinking once, before he laid himself out across the couch again, picking up a magazine off the coffee table. It was a dreary magazine about drapes and curtains, and Josh very quickly lost interest. He pushed at the pile of magazines, and then harrumphed as he discovered that each and every one was just as bland and senseless as the first.

“I’m hungry,” A soft voice said from somewhere near his feet.

Josh sat up, blinking and tucking his legs in, frowning at the filly standing at the end of the couch. “And I’m Josh, very nice to meet you.”

“Food.” Silver Spoon stamped a forehoof commandingly.

Josh raised a brow slowly. “Now, if you’re going to talk to me like that, then I’m going to get your food, but I’m going to take a long, long time to do it.”

“You wouldn’t dare,” Silver Spoon said flatly, her eyes narrowing behind her glasses.

“The kitchen is that way, right?” Josh asked, pointing lazily in the opposite direction.

“No, it’s over there,” Silver Spoon said, the faintest of whines creeping into her voice as she pointed towards it.

“I’m sure it’s over there,” Josh protested, shaking his head and pointing again in the wrong direction. “And if it’s not... I’ll just have to hunt around until I find it.”

“P-please mister!” Silver Spoon started blabbering, her face scrunching up and a whiny note of sobbing begging entering her tone. “I-I’m s-so hungry and I-I just want some c-candy...”

Josh paused at that, his eyes narrowing slowly down at her. “I lived with my nieces and nephews for several years. Crocodile tears don’t work on me,” he stated flatly.

Silver Spoon stopped immediately, pursing her lips, snorting once. “Fine. Can you please get me something to eat?”

Josh nodded once, sliding down off the couch and stretching. “See? If you were nice from the start, then you wouldn’t have been standing there, hungry, for so long.”

Silver Spoon rolled her eyes, and Josh swallowed down the urge to delay feeding her even further.

Slipping past the filly, Josh headed for the kitchen, pushing open the door and looking around.

Looking back over his shoulder, he raised a brow. “So what do you want?”

“Sweets,” Silver Spoon said, pointing to a jar on a high shelf that Josh could easily reach.

Josh frowned slightly at that, and then shook his head. “No, you can have something decent to eat. It’s almost dinner time.”

“I want sweets!” Silver Spoon almost bellowed, surprising Josh.

Josh peered back over his shoulder, and then cast a glance towards the sink, giving a thin smile. “Okay, fine. You can have sweets... after you do the washing up.”

Silver Spoon shuddered as though someone had thrown a glass of cold water over her body. “No! No way!”

“Okay, cool.” Josh said calmly, leaning against the counter.

“That’s it?” Silver Spoon asked, blinking slowly.

“That’s it,” Josh affirmed.

“So I can have my sweets?” Silver Spoon asked hopefully.

Josh gave a slow, soft laugh, shaking his head.

Silver Spoon’s eyes narrowed slowly, and a low growl built in her throat. “This isn’t fair!”

“It is fair,” Josh said with a shrug of his shoulders, raising a brow at the filly. “If you want to eat sweets before dinner, then you have to do the washing up.”

Silver Spoon gave another low growl, and she pointed up at the jaw. “Give me them now! Or I’ll tell my father!”

Josh smiled sweetly, dropping down onto one knee and staring into the diminutive filly’s eyes, holding her gaze calmly. “I don’t really like your father. He’s aware of it. He basically blackmailed me into looking after you, and as long as you come out the other side alive and in one whole piece, I’ll consider it a job well done. But your enjoyment of this weekend depends entirely on your attitude, little missy, so you best start behaving or I’m going to feed you cold potatoes on bread for dinner.”

Silver Spoon’s ears pinned back slowly, and her hind-hooves danced back and forth at the monologue, and her eyes turned dark behind her glasses.

“Fine!” the filly spat, grumbling to herself. “I’ll do the stupid washing up!”

Josh nodded once, rising to his feet again, peering down at the pony, and then making a motion towards the sink.

Silver Spoon glowered up at him, before she turned and headed for the sink. She pushed a chair against the counter, and then leaped up onto it, huffing as she looked down at the sink like it was a foreign object.

Josh sighed, shaking his head and stepping up behind her, leaning forwards to flick one of the taps on. His other hand automatically found the centre of her back, resting there.

A sudden swift kick to his stomach made Josh double up, his eyes widening and all the wind leaving his body, his legs buckling as he dropped to the ground with a heavy thud, slightly dazed.

Silver Spoon glowered back at him, her eyes narrowed. “Don’t touch me!”

Josh sketched a salute in her direction, splaying out on his back with a low groan, holding his stomach. The filly had a surprisingly strong kick!

Wheezing faintly, Josh rose to his feet again, clenching his teeth and swaying unsteadily, before he gave a short little pained chuckle and leaned back over the pony to flick on the tap. “Please don’t do that again, or I’m going to throw you in there with the dishes.”

“I wouldn’t fit,” Silver Spoon said smugly.

Josh narrowed his eyes down at her. “I’d make you fit.”

Silver Spoon’s face drained of all colour and her ears pinned back, suddenly aware of how much taller he was than her.

Josh handed her a sponge, picking up the jar of dishwashing detergent with his other than and tipping some into the water.

Silver Spoon gave a slow smile as she took the sponge, watching the bubbles forming where the water was being agitated. “It’s just like a bubble bath!”

“Yeah, except you’re cleaning the plates, not yourself,” Josh pointed out, before he frowned slowly. “You’ve never done the dishes before?”

“Of course not! That is for servants!” Silver Spoon said with a shudder.

“And yet you’re prepared to do them now?” Josh asked cautiously.

“You’ve made it pretty clear that I won’t get any sweets if I don’t, and I won’t eat that crap cold potatoes for dinner, and I don’t want to be hungry all night,” Silver Spoon said with a glower up at him.

“Clever girl,” Josh said with a grin. He reached down to pat her condescendingly on the head, and then thought better of it.

Silver Spoon huffed faintly, taking one of the plates and dropping it straight into the water.

Josh leaped backwards, twisting out of the way, but Silver Spoon wore a faceful of soapy water across her face, her eyes thankfully protected by her glasses. Her perfect mane was instantly sodden and disgusting.

“Ugh!” Silver Spoon cried out, flailing her forehooves. “I-It got in my mouth!”

“You use it to clean the plates,” Josh said with a shake of his head, “So it won’t kill you.”

“My mane!” Silver Spoon almost shreiked.

Josh frowned, and then placed a finger on Silver Spoon’s lips to quieten her. The filly stared up at him with a murderous glower.

“Now, now, you can get cleaned up after the washing up is done. There’s barely anything there,” he said, motioning to the modest pile of plates and eating utensils, with a side of cups.

“My father is going to make life hell for you when he gets back,” Silver Spoon spat.

“And until then, you’re my bitch, so shush and clean,” Josh said with an idle smile.

Silver Spoon’s muzzle parted in an awed, outraged expression. “D-did you just call me a bitch?!”

“No, I said you were my bitch, there’s quite a lot of difference,” Josh pointed out, taking her hoof in one of his hands and then stuffing the sponge back into it, placing it on one of the plates. “Now clean.”

Silver Spoon said something under her breath that Josh was quite certain would be very insulting if it were coherent. The filly started to scrub at the plate, making a quick circular motion with the sponge and then placing it on the drying rack, as though she were laying it on a table.

Josh shook his head. “No, no, no. That’s all wrong.”

Silver Spoon growled low in her throat. “It’s perfect!”

“Would you eat off this?” Josh asked, holding up the plate to show her the solidified food still clinging to the outside of the plate. “Because if so, then I’ll be happy to serve dinner to you on this plate.”

Silver Spoon glowered at him even harder, snatching the plate back off him and going to throw it angrily back into the water. She paused then, a look of dawning comprehension coming over her, before she gently placed the plate in the water, careful of splashes.

Josh gave a soft laugh at that, leaning against the counter and watching the filly wash the dishes. She was a very naughty pony, and was cleaning with the stiff, weak motions of a young child, even though Josh felt that she should be old enough to do far more than that by herself.

Silver Spoon glowered at him as she finished up with the dishes, tugging out the plug and throwing it at him.

Josh swatted it aside with a start, blinking at her.

“Sweets!” Silver Spoon almost snarled.

Josh gave a wry grin, reaching up for the sweets jar and then taking the lid off it, holding it out for her.

Silver Spoon stuffed her hoof inside, grabbing a hoofful of the candy and shooting him one last venomous look before she turned and stalked away, busying herself with stuffing candy into her mouth.

Josh watched her go, giving a long sigh, before he put the jar back, picked up the plug, and went to the sink. He refilled the sink, and then started to do the entire washing up again, to clean up all the spots that Silver Spoon had missed on the plates.

Josh gave a long sigh, stretching his shoulders and then arching his back, clenching his teeth slightly. The kitchen was made for ponies, and everything was lower than he expected, leading to a lot of stooping. He had just finished preparing a beetroot casserole, and it was cooking in the oven.

Giving a sigh of relief, he sat down and stretched to take the strain off his back, before he gave a faint groan and rose back to his feet.

Josh walked out of the kitchen, trying to remember the layout of the mansion. Silver Spoon was in the library if he was correct, and so he set for the east wing, pushing doors open as he went.

Eventually, Josh came to a locked door. Curtains were drawn over the door, but left a tiny sliver of the room beyond visible. Josh could see a bookcase filled with books, and the dance of light washing across the room. But it wasn’t the light of a candle or an electric light, but rather, that of a television set.

Television sets were a rather new thing for Equestria, but wealthy families would have access to them.

Josh frowned, pushing on the door lightly, finding it locked tightly. Silver Spoon had locked him out.

Humming to himself, he looked upwards, and then across the room, the doorway on the landing above. It was an old mansion, and the library would have many entrances, maybe one of them would be unlocked?

Josh had to hunt around for a minute or so to find a staircase to the second floor, doubling back to the library and trying the door. The handle turned smoothly, and the door opened silently inwards.

Smiling in triumph, Josh stepped into the library, moving to the railing that circled the upper floor and leaned over to call down to Silver Spoon smugly. But what he saw brought him up short, his eyes widening.

The large television set, powered by magic, cast a crystal-clear image on a screen of manufactured crystal. But it was the scene itself that was surprisingly.

It was a pair of pegasi, fucking.

Josh could only watch in surprise, staring at the two pegasi screwing each other quite vigorously in high definition. It was filmed on earth, judging by the quality of the light and the backdrop of an old factory. The current scene that he could see was only r-rated, showing barely anything of the two pegasi, with their wings blocking out most of the view.

Silver Spoon was focusing intently on the screen, the light glinting off her glasses as she bit her bottom lip, her cheeks visibly flushed with warmth. A yellow blanket was draped across her lower half, but Josh could clearly see a hoof stuffed between her thighs, grinding against herself.

The camera angle changed, to a full-blown x-rated view of the stallion’s thick cock spreading the mare’s plump outer lips as he earnestly drove himself into her. Silver Spoon gave a breathless gasp of delight, and then a high-pitched groan of delight, her hoof rubbing faster and more intently.

Josh could only stare.

How a filly had gotten hold of this material, he didn’t even know. He hadn’t even heard of any kind of production like this. Josh tried to go over it in his mind, thinking on everything that went into getting a movie into Equestria. The DVD-to-DVCD conversion required a special machine. One that a foal would not have access to. Every Equestria movie player could only take crystal discs, as they didn’t use a laser to read information.

Josh shook his head to try and clear it, casting from his mind the odd prospect of a filly getting hold of such a disc. Obviously, she had gotten her hooves on it somehow, and now she was watching it. He considered, for a moment, confronting her about it, but instead, he quietly withdrew, carefully closing the door behind himself.

Josh rubbed his forehead, giving the faintest of shivers, trying to get the undoubtedly arousing image of the young filly masturbating out of his mind.