Silver Spoon's Dolls

by Alleria Windrunner

Rating: mature
Tags: Dark
Length: 3288

Silver Spoon has a dark secret. Even Diamond Tiara doesn't know it. Ever wonder where background ponies go when they aren't needed anymore? The Background Pony Support Company.

Silver Spoon has a dark secret. Even Diamond Tiara doesn't know it. Ever wonder where background ponies go when they aren't needed anymore? The Background Pony Support Company.

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2013-08-07 19:27:47 UTC

One - Let Me Explain

     What, did you think I would leave you in the dark?

     Anyway, my mommy and daddy founded the BPSTC (Background Pony Support Trust Company) to lure in gullible fools to be my dolls. Amazingly enough, it worked. Miss Twilight uses a special black magic spell to turn them into dolls, and then she adds a button that lets me turn them on and off. This button, and the mind-control button, is on the pony's head, in between the ears.

   So far I've gotten plenty of dolls, so many that my mommy and daddy also turned the attic into my own personal doll inventory. Three butlers are there in a flash to grab the one I want, whenever I want, when I pull the cord next to my dollhouse.

   Ah, yes, my dollhouse. It's not the only one I own, by the way. It's one of many. They line my bedroom walls, ready to be played with whenever I want them. My current favorites are three of my more special dollhouses.

   The first one is the police-station. It has two mind-control doll officers there. They can jail the dolls that are bad on the second floor, or if I say so they can be put on the third floor, which they exit melted or in pieces. The butlers have Miss Twilight fix them once a week.

   The second one is the asylum. It has a take-away roof, so I can put dolls into the straightjackets in the building and laugh at them as they wiggle and scream. Mind you, all these odd dollhouses look normal on the outside.

   And last, my most favorite, the castle. The castle has mind-control guards, actual guards from the Royal Guard, to protect me whenever I go down there. The castle has a platform I step on that shrinks me to the size of my dolls, except I'm Princess Silver Spoon to them. When I go down there, I take off my glasses and have the guards put in my mini contacts, and put on real pegasus-feather wings and a fake horn that looks really real. The platform's shrinking spell also enchants my mane to be long and flowy like Princess Celestia's.

   Then I put on my blue armor, and by the time I'm done, I look like Princess Celestia decided to change colors and cutie marks with me. It's wonderful. I am a princess. I can even use my dream name: Princess Silver Song.

   But let me tell you another secret of my household: my mother is an assassin from Canterlot. Her name's Ice Shard. My father, Golden Goblet, owns large stock portions from all across Equestria, selling when they're high and buying them like a pony possessed when they're low.

   Together, my parents make enough to afford me-and themselves-whatever I or they want, including a Crystal Mansion as a vacation home in the Crystal Empire, a night club in Canterlot and another one in Las Pegasus(they help bring in more money), and many other things normal families can't buy.

   Like that hick-filly Applebloom's family. Farmers! Pfft. I'd be surprised if they were able to afford anything more than the necessities and their apple-selling wagon. The same goes for Sweetie Belle and her 'fashionista' sister. Grace? Fabulosity? What do those ponies know about those topics? And that Scootaloo.....I don't know is she knows I know, but let me spill her beans: she's an orphan. That's why she's such a fan of Rainbow Dash. She's trying to get that blind weatherpony to realize she wants to be adopted by her idol.

   But enough. This is my story, and I'm not going to tell you anything more than I have to in this prologue thingie or whatever it is. Keep reading or get out.

                                                                                                                                              -Feeling reflective,

                                                                                                                                                              Silver Spoon

Two - My First Dolls

     My first doll.....Faust, that was a long time ago. I got my first living doll when I was ten, and it was an Appleloosan mare named Apple Fritter.

     Apple Fritter's cutie mark was, indeed, three freshly-baked fritters. Her eyes were meadow green, her coat was a medium yellow, and her mane and tail were horribly managed two-tone green hair. A farm pony, one of Applebloom's family. Nopony ever looked at her, much less talked to her.

   How do I prepare my dolls, you're probably wondering? Well, to answer your question, one of my dollhouses is a beauty salon. I take the pony there and activate the salon ponies, and they zip around under Miss Twilight's mind-control spell until they're done, which is when I think the pony is ready.

   Then I do one of two things: break them in to life as one of my dolls, or put it with the others in my attic. Sometimes, when I'm feeling nice or in a really good mood, I'll let a pony activate in my special dollhouse, which is magic. It looks different to everypony from the spells Miss Twilight's put on it, but it makes them feel relaxed and comfortable.

   But sometimes, when a doll makes me angry or I've had a bad day, I position them all so they can see the pony I'm torturing, and make them all watch. All of my dolls who I've had for more than three weeks stay away from being the cause of my anger, even when they're out of mind-control mode.

  However, I got Apple Fritter on a good day, so I just tossed her on a shelf for later and went over to my computer to talk with Diamond Tiara on Hype* and surf the web.

  That's something else I've been doing lately: video-recording my doll-torture. Sometimes I don't feel like picking a doll to temporarily ruin, so I just watch one of my videos. I'm working on getting one of each of them, but that's a tall order. I've got at least three hundred different dolls.

  Apple Fritter was a stubborn pony before she became my doll. It's been a year, and she's had the fight drained out of her so badly she might as well constantly be under the effects of the mind-control button. She's not my favorite doll, though. I'll get to her later.

  Shall I give you a story? Very well.

   Today I was going to become Princess Silver Song again. I went through the normal procedure: stand on the platform and pull the rope. Two butlers appeared with small popping noises, unicorns, and began activating my guards. Once that was done, the first butler activated the platform, bowing before stepping back.

   I shrank down to my doll-size self, and the guards escorted me to my royal stylist, my mane already flowing and my body still changing from the effects of the platform's illusion. The stylist was already activated, and the butlers were hauling down the thirty dolls that had been allowed to petition me this time.

  First went the wings, made out of some background pony named Ditzy's wings. They looked as if they were natural, and thank yet another enchantment, I could actually fly with them, or hold them aloft with regal bearing, etc. etc.

  Ditzy was my tenth doll, her daughter Dinky being my eleventh. But anyway, my 'horn' was the same way, and my magic color was the same as my eyes: elegant violet. Then came my armor and the eyeshadow, purple again, like Nightmare Moon's; and I was ready to go.

  My guards marched in a square around me as I walked leisurely down the corridor, coming to a set of gilded doors. I flung them open and strode in, plopping down on my golden throne. My voice, sweet and melodious, was gentle as I issued the command. "Let us begin."

  And so we did. All thirty of them wanted the same thing, the norm for all my dolls. It was either a family member joining them or groveling to be let go. I accepted some of the requests, but denied most of them. In the end, all I had to do was tell my parents to seek out five ponies: Roseluck, Cloud Kicker and her little sister,  Berry Punch, and Sparkler. Two earth ponies, one unicorn, and two pegasi.

  My guards escorted me back to the platform and I shed my armor and fake bodily extensions before growing in size and stepping off of it, grabbing my glasses and necklace as my mane shortened and fell limp and my body became shorter and stockier.

  How Miss Twilight had enough magic to do all the enchantments on my dollhouses and the dolls themselves, I have no idea, but she did and she continues to for me, all the while gaining a steady income of bits from my uber-rich family. Her dragon seems to be getting slightly bigger.........has she been spending those bits on gems? Ah, not my problem.

   Yesterday I got a new doll, some unicorn named Sea Breeze. Sea Breeze is white, with light blue eyes and a slightly more vibrant mane and tail, though her hair has three tones of blue, varying in brightness and paleness.

   I'm going to go to my computer and see if I can find a way to break her in. I heard my dad mention something about 'porn' when I went for a midnight snack last night, maybe I'll Hoofle** that?

   And my newest doll....boy is she a gem. Miss Twilight subdued a Canterlot nopony named Lotus Garden, and she's very pretty. Green-blue coat, bright pink eyes, same color mane and tail, and a beautiful lotus in full bloom for her cutiemark. She's my new favorite doll, because she says that since I knew her she's happy, so happy.

   I think I might take her to Ms. Twilight and have her become Princess Lotus Blossom. She'll be so happy! Maybe I can even show her to the other dolls as an example, and maybe they'll start behaving! Then I won't have to mind-control them into doing things that break them.

   Hmmm.....

                                                                                                                                   -Feeling on top of the world,

                                                                                                                                                                 Silver Spoon

Three - Why Don't I Break You

         I don't know why my dolls don't like being what they are after Ms. Twilight is done with them. Is it that they have buttons between their ears? Is it being deactivated and unable to move? Is it being mind-controlled? Or is it the fact that they're the size of my eye that's crushes them? I just don't know.

        Today I was bored. I'd already done court for the week, my dolls would have to wait for that, and Diamond was on vacation in her family's beachside mansion on the Mareibbean, so I couldn't Hype her. I didn't know what I wanted to do, so I decided on finding something. I found that something in my dolls.

        I decided to make the trip to the attic today on hoof, walking through my house as my mind wandered, settled, then repeated that process all the way up to the attic. I shook myself out of whatever it was I was in and dinged the bell, the sweet sound echoing through the attic.

       Two short pops later, I had two unicorn butlers looking at me expectantly. I thought for a moment before saying something I hadn't said in three months. "The book."

       With a mild look of surprise, the first butler went and fetched me my constantly revised doll catalog. I thanked them and grabbed the book, taking it back to my room and laying it and myself on my plush bed. I flipped it open to the unicorn filly section, perusing the children I had available and their information, such as their name, their status(fiery, defiant, stubborn, droopy, broken, shattered), and their colors, as well as their cutie mark.

       I found Dinky, and jotted her name down on my notepad I'd nabbed from the shelf nearby my bed. I wrote her down, then with some thought wrote down her mother's name as well. I looked through my unicorn teens and found the other member of their family, a unicorn named Sparkler that I'd obtained recently.

     Then there was Ditzy's husband, Time Turner, also called 'The Doctor'. With those four names on the pad, I headed back to the attic.

******

    I was Princess Silver Song again, with four of my subjects around me. I had a faint idea of what I'd do, but not how I'd do it.

   Anyway, as I stood regally, lost in my thoughts, the de-activated dolls were tied to tables by my guards, Sparkler and Dinky's magic being taken by the spell, so I didn't have to worry about that.

   One by one, I turned them on and looked at my wall. It was covered in a huge arrangement of things: whips, paintballs guns and paintballs, hammers of all shapes and sizes, some chainsaws, some old-fashioned swords, katanas, daggers, knives, and claymores, some serrated and some not, some bows and crossbows with arrows; in short, everything a professional interrogator would every want.

   Today, I levitated down a hammer and took aim. Then I swung, at Dinky's small lavender horn.

  The younger filly screamed in pain, the shards of her plastic horn scattering across the floor, where they were picked up in purple auras and deposited into a glass vial labeled 'Dinky' in clear quill-writing. I looked at Ditzy. The grey, wingless pegasus had tears streaming down her face at the sight of her daughter's pain, as well as the fact that she couldn't help her. Time Turner's face was red with rage, and he glared at me with such force that if looks could kill, I'd be a goner.  I rolled my eyes and continued. I turned to Dinky, her screams dwindling into a much quieter, yet constant whimper, her forehead dribbling small, amber-colored sparks from the break where my hammer had taken her horn.

   I asked her "Do you know why you were brought here?" The young filly shook her head, still whimpering. I reared back and cackled, then screamed into her face in my own rendition of the Royal Canterlot Voice: "Because your mother WANTED you to be brought here!"  Dinky stopped whimpering and her eyes widened. She turned her head. "Mama?"

   But Ditzy couldn't meet her younger daughter's gaze. I'd just screamed the ugly truth at the top of my lungs, in front of her unknowing family. She hung her head, tears slowly tracing paths down her cheeks. "M-muffin, I-" But she was cut off by Sparkler. The enraged teenager's face was red, her eyes flashing murderously. "You did?" She asked it quietly, but the hate contained in just those two words told me all I'd needed to know. I'd just achieved my goal. I'd broken the Doo family into shards so tiny, they'd never be able to pick up the pieces and let go.

   Ditzy began crying as Sparkler turned away, or at least turned her head. "I hate you." I cackled evilly. Time Turner glared at his wife before sighing and turning away silently. Dinky began whimpering again, tears spilling down her face and onto the floor.

  With a grin, I hefted my hammer again, and aimed at Sparkler's horn. The young unicorn never saw it coming, either: it smashed down, and with a crack, her horn splintered into many small shards and scattered across the floor. Again, I collected the shards and stuffed them in another vial, but this time labeled 'Sparkler'. The teenager hid her face under her mane and hissed quietly, her green magic sparking out of the broken base. Her tears were accompanied by no whimper, in fact no sound at all.

  I hefted my hammer and aimed carefully, tendrils of purple magic encasing the mouths of Dinky and Sparkler. Time Turner was harshly shocked with my magic, a near-death experience for him. The purple lightning was still crackling across his coat in some places when I let the hammer drop toward my intended target.

  Then it hit the side of Ditzy's face with a sharp crack. Her head twisted at an unnatural angle and issued another crack before she fell limp, stopping breathing as her ears fell lifelessly and her limbs went limp in her restraints. I released the magic hold I had on the foals' mouths as the lightning let go of Time Turner's, and gave them a few minutes to absorb the limp, lifeless form of Ditzy.

  Then I charged my horn and blasted Time Turner with lightning again, except this time, his head flung up and his limbs jerked, and then he fell. I grabbed my newest chainsaw off the wall and approached Sparkler, approaching the hornless unicorn and resting it on the left side of her neck. Then I pulled the cord, and the serrated machine whirred to mechanical life. It was quickly stained red as I made short work of Sparkler's neck.

*** *** ***

   I fastened my blue necklace and threw on my glasses, tilting them just so for some unnamed effect. That, and so they wouldn't slide up too far when I turned my nose up at those ridiculous excuses for fillies and colts me and Diamond went to school with. Then I strolled out the front double doors into Ponyville's warm and thankfully dry morning. I had school, and when I got home, Miss Twilight will've repaired all my broken or damaged dolls.

*** *** ***

  Today, I decided to play town after school. I set up some of my buildings, ringing the small 'town' with enchanted jewels then I took a pedestal and had it bolted to the floor, closing and locking the cage after the enchanted amethyst had been placed in it. Another couple of pedestals were bolted in, but these pedestals held up my observation platform.

  The platform's pedestals were painted to look like tree trunks, with canopies underneath, above, and around each level. In the three levels, each one was different. the things they shared were the mounted binoculars as well as the mounted crossbows. There were large and puffy cushions scattered around for me and whatever guest I had with me, as well as some computers connected to some small, hidden cameras all over town.

  I shrank myself at the Castle and rode my chariot over to the area, the guards and chariot departing quickly as a butler sparked the enchantment on the jewels scattered in a rough circle around the small 'town'. A glimmering shield of rainbow magic made a dome over the town, coming from the amethyst in the pedestal below me.

  My dolls were activated and placed into the town, completely unaware of me above them as they walked out of their houses, crying with joy at being 'freed'.

  As you can probably tell, they were a batch of newer dolls. One doll, a blue Pegasus, looked up and yelled. "Hey! Look! The Princesses liberated us and shielded Ponyville!"

  Cheers went up from every doll placed into the town, and they charged as one towards the replica of Ponyville's library and flung open the door. The hope and elation died, replaced by dread and fear. then all the doors and windows in town were slammed and bolted, trapping them out in the open.

  The group turned and bolted, only to scream in terror as they tripped over the motionless body of the ringleader pegasus, a crossbow bolt sticking out of his head.

  I grinned as they scattered, screaming and crying or kneeling and praying.  Then I reloaded and aimed.

Thwack!