A Silver Spy: Four Little POVsby ServingSpoonChaptersPrologue: If you don't read, you are SO lost!Tarnished Silver: TemptationTarnished Silver: Gang BangTarnished Silver: Liberty BelleTarnished Silver: Dr. Feel GoodTarnished Silver: A Poisoned Mind!Prologue: If you don't read, you are SO lost! When Rarity casts Silver Spoon, a slave she has held for half a year, into the street, she is found a month later, cold, hungry and suffering pneumonia by her best and only friend; Diamond Dazzle Tiara, with the help of a mysterious Changeling Spy. Once driven only by her desire to seek pain and pleasure, Silver Spoon is now only focused on saving Twist and the other foals held captive by The Circle. After suffering abuse of her own from both her father and Rarity, Diamond was fortunate to be adopted by two ponies from another universe. The Spy was sent by her new mother; Sylvia Catherine Spoon, (Silver's anthro counterpart) originally to find the one who allegedly murdered young Silver. After recovering from her injuries and illness, Silver Spoon had to go with the changeling Spy known as "Gaze" back to Fancy Pants; the leader of The Circle, who was obsessed with sending his servant to find Silver Spoon. Silver's job was to gather Intel against The Circle and it's members to help the Spy complete the mission. She had to keep Fancy "occupied" in order that the Spy could go about his business and arrange a rescue of over 100 foal slaves the Circle was keeping locked away in an underground dungeon known as The Gallery. Meanwhile Rarity was arrested for the murder of Silver Spoon. Diamond Tiara (AKA, "Dazzle") had to go undercover as a prisoner to watch Rarity and wait for The Circle to make their move against her, for her perceived betrayal. The changeling "Poison" would pose as a guard and take the Circle member's place, thereby gaining her entrance into Fancy's depraved world. During her time as Rarity's cell mate, Dazzle gets to know Rarity as more then the monster that raped her. A bond is forged, one that will set Rarity on the path to redemption. Those that oppose Fancy's rule of the Circle, break Rarity out of jail and Dazzle along with her, leaving Dazzle stuck at the home of another Circle member; Dr. Triage, one of those seeking new management for the Circle. Rarity was a prime candidate to oppose Fancy, but after her time with one of her former young victims she was made to see that what was really important in life was her sister and Silver Spoon, the filly that loved her despite all her cruelties. Rarity plays her part in rallying the disenchanted members of the Circle against their current leader, only to set them up for the changeling spies to take them down. It is now one week from the time "Gaze" has informed them they will move against the Circle and affect a rescue. One week before "Operation Daybreak" would break the Circle, and herald an end, to their mission. For all their efforts, Silver, Dazzle, and Twist, look forward to the day the can all return home. Author's Note A few changes have been made to the characters age and personalities from the originals. Case in point: Silver Spoon was 8 by the end of A Silver Sky and this Silver is aged up to 15. So sorry for all the confusion. this group of stories is the culmination of an RP with a very special pony Diamond Dazzle Tarnished Silver: TemptationTarnished Silver: Temptation. I lay in my posh canopy bed in Fancy Pants mansion, surrounded by dozens of stuffed animals, porcelain dolls and other girly things he thought I might like. “I’m 15 and he’s treating me like an 8year old.” I roll my eyes and scowl at one of the stuffed animals on my bed. A teddy bear, brown fur and amber eyes. Inexpensive, durable, perfect for me to direct all my frustration and anger upon. I kick it as hard as I can, with the same two legs I once used to smash Fancy's face in, when he tried to kill Sweetie Belle. I watch it fly across the room with a hole in it's head, spewing out cotton like it was gore and brain matter! I watch the terminated teddy bear fall to the ground with a certain amount of satisfaction, smirking as I thought, just how good it felt to buck Fancy in the head at the last gathering. "Doddering old foal." I snapped to my self, thinking how he had sent his servant, "Gaze" to fetch me, not knowing that he was a changeling Spy sent to bring "The Circle" to it’s knees. I lie back and think about my first time visiting “the gallery”. At first the sight of other foals in bondage had turned me on, initially. How a part of me wished I could be one of them. Only a golden key around my neck set me apart from them. With it I could unlock any of the private "guest rooms" in the gallery as well as being identified as a patron and not a resident. I had considered maybe asking or demanding one of the other patrons present to treat me as roughly as they would a gallery foal. But that was before I gained an audience with Twist. Now I can't get the picture of Twist’s half broken face out of my mind. “Hang in there. I won’t abandon you.. I promise.” I swore to myself more then anypony else as I go over plans, I had set in motion, in my head. Once again I had Fancy wrapped around my little hoof, just as I had at the Gathering, despite my assault on him to rescue Sweetie from the magical grasp that had her gasping for her last breath. "I wonder if I knocked him senseless?" I chuckle. Just then a gray unicorn teleports in, as silent as a ghost, without all the fanfare that usually accompanies a unicorn's arrival. A large and coy smirk cracks my muzzle as I stare down the stoic servant of Fancy Pants. “Good Evening ‘Gaze’.” My tongue drips with sarcasm. I am neither happy nor dejected to see him. Right now I could care less "this better be important, popping in on me like this" I think to myself. The unicorn smirked, in response. Only I see him smile and even my blood turns to ice when he does so. The unicorn is suddenly enveloped in a flash of green flame. As the emerald tempest subsides a changeling in a dapper blue jacket, white shirt, and tie is left standing in his place. "Bonjour little Spoon" the changeling male greets with a sneer of serrated teeth as he levitates a cigarette to his lips. “Ugh.. must you Mr. Cypher?” I sneer and recoil in revulsion, making a scene more so then it is needed. My melodrama gets my point across. The changeling sighed “I guess eet wouldn’t do well to leave a cigarette smell in your room, eh little Spoon?” he chuckles and put away in his jacket, his silver cigarette case/ PDA, a gift from his employer, the mare who sent him to find me and the same mare who my best friend now refers to as "Mother". "I imagine Mr. Fancy Pants might indulge me if I wanted to smoke.. but best not to test it. Plus I hate the smell." I turn up my nose, in in-dignified hauteur. "Any messages for me my little partnere en crime?" he asks in his Prench accent. "Just one" I draw out the cell phone I now hide in my room, under my pillow, knowing Fancy has so far respected my privacy and always knocked before entering his "daughter’s" bed room. "Oh two now." I exclaim. "Ms. Poison first said an Indigo Dream came to visit Ms. Rarity. She is a Circle member." I chuckle "Now I remember.. she and her family were with Pipsqueak the whole time at the Gathering. Consequently his experience was far more pleasant then the rest of us.. not that I complained in the least." I smirk coyly. "Go on." he prods with impatience "my MASTER will be wondering why it took so long to run a simple errand." he smirks as well. I nod in understanding of his needing to get back in a timely fashion “Her next message says she failed to get a chance to acquire Target as planned. She had no window of opportunity as Ms. Dream teleported in and out, wasting no time. But Ms. Rarity played her part well. She reacted just as Indigo expected when confronted with the plot against her sister, despite knowing, thanks to Dazzle, that Sweetie Belle is safe." "So Ms. Rarity is helping us?” I ask after finishing my report, a mixture of feelings about this fact, but most of all hope that Ms. Rarity, like myself, can somehow be redeemed for our villainy, perpetrated against my former classmates and other foals of Ponyville. Twist was a special case. What happened to her, I never expected. Cypher sighs “For zhe moment.” he scoffs. For all his abilities to conceal emotion he makes not even the slightest attempt to with hold his disdain for my former mistress, whether she is helping us or not. ”Text Poison back and tell her to remind Dazzle not to trust Rarity.” he orders and adjust his tie with his delicate telekinetic touch, that he uses to expertly fling knives and operate hoof guns with the skill and deadly accuracy of a professional assassin. “Also eef Zhe Circle ees content to leave Rarity to suffer een jail, zhen eet might be time to pull Poison and Dazzle out. Eenform her of zhis for me.” he sighs “Now my little protege. before I go. Tell me. I understand you made contact with our Target?” "She has a name." I scowl with impertinence. "and she’s doing as well as can be expected for a filly in her position. I think I visited the Gallery not a moment too soon. I’m afraid she was only one day or two away from cracking. But knowing I am here has given her hope. I will continue to visit every day." I sigh, the promise once again I make more to myself then to assure anypony else. "And eef Fancy Putz gets suspicious and asks WHY you are going every day?" he raises an eyebrow. I do nothing to hold back my smirk of overconfident arrogance “Easy.. I don’t even have to lie. I’ll just tell him there is a particular filly I fancy.” I giggle at how easy the truth can be manipulated “I may even convince the old foal to let her be my personal slave.” I give a wicked smirk. In flank-sight I likely misrepresented my intentions in that expression “even if I have to keep her chained up in my room, it has got to be better then the Gallery.” I shrug my shoulders in an attempt to act casual. Cypher narrows his big blue insect like eyes and glares at me so hard and so cold that it feels like he's staring through to my soul. I swallow hard as he speaks “You don’t make a move like that without my say so. For now Ms. Twist shall have to stay put and be patient. Continue as you were. I’ll see you at Fancy’s dinner table tonight.” and with that he is gone in a flash. I breath a sigh of relief. my heart pounding from the verbal reprimand. I half expected he would slap me.. I wanted him to.. I was eagerly awaiting the sting of his hoof and the initial shock and fear it would instill in me. It's been so long sense somepony hit me, or insulted me. I miss Ms. Rarity's lack of restraint all the more now. "Ms Rarity" I ponder to myself encase he is hanging around, invisible thanks to his "Cloak and Dagger" or whatever he calls that watch that makes him invisible indefinitely. "If I send this message they might abandon Ms. Rarity.. on the other hoof, I cant let DT just stay in jail with her for nothing." I sigh and suddenly get a devious notion "A jailbreak.." I smirk to myself feeling that old conniving nature being welcomed back, like an old friend "Oh it would be so easy to order Ms. Poison to bust Rarity out if I send on Cyphers phone. But.. Mr. Cypher’s trusting me.." I sigh despondently "But Ms Rarity is in danger as long as she is in there." I grit my teeth with nervous reluctance, feeling temptation pinch the scruff of my neck and try to drag me off like a lioness would her cub. I stare at the phone in my hooves for several minutes, knowing I can possibly save Ms. Rarity but in doing so I take a few steps back from the mare I want to be. The mare Ms. Cheerilee always believed I could be. I take one last look at the phone before popping in a pencil between my lips and using the tip to press the keys, of the device that was obviously not built for one such as my self, with hooves, instead of the hands or claws Mr. Cypher is used to in his true form. I stare at the phone and chew on the eraser between my teeth, a blank canvas, for which to either paint myself as the mare I want to be, or as the filly I was. With this message I can either relieve my dearest friend of the terrible burden I put on her, or risk the entire mission to save Ms. Rarity. I press the tip of the pencil with relative practiced efficiency as I engage in this form of communication that is unknown to my Equestria, called "texting". "Dear Ms. Poison, Mr. Cypher has informed me that you need to remind Diamond Tiara that Ms. Rarity is not a mare to be trusted. He has also expressed that the time has come to reevaluate our strategy concerning Ms. Rarity.." ((Will Silver Spoon honor the trust given to her for such a vital mission, or risk it all by diverting friendly forces to spring her former mistress from prison, jeopardizing the entire operation? The answer will come in RP with Diamond Dazzle)) Author's Note To answer your question yes Silver sends the message as instructed. But before Poison can pull Diamond Dazzle out, Trixie pops in and teleports both Dazzle and Ms Rarity to Triage's mansion. Tarnished Silver: Gang BangTarnished Silver: Gang Bang (!!WARNING Foalcon and slavery!!)) I materialized at the entrance to the Gallery. A bright red door with no handles. I still wore my golden key necklace over my mother’s pearls, that somehow, Fancy Pants had managed to collect and restring for me, after one of the more sadistic patrons I was entertaining, ripped them off my neck from the back, choking me in the process, and spilling the precious beads on the hard stone floor of the main hall, where the Circle met and conducted their depraved rituals of lust and decadence. They called it "The Gathering". By now my mane had fully grown back out, it being a little over two months since my last wanton act of flirtation with self destruction at the gathering. To keep up appearances I had started braiding it again, where as before it was ripped clean from the roots of my scalp, at my behest, no less. All that was missing from my former self image was the ornamental blue frames that once adorned my muzzle. Ms. Rarity loved my cerulean blue glasses. Even after I stomped on them myself after meeting her, she fixed them and ordered me to wear them. She said they made me look smart and innocent, naive, just the kind of "Filly next door" type she liked to violate. She would constantly remind me that I am a used up foal-hole, whore, with none of those endearing qualities. Luna I miss her so! But The night of the Gathering I left them behind, since Twist already fulfilled the role, naturally, that I needed my glasses to pull off. I imagine those useless shards of glass and metal are still on my bed in Ms. Rarity's basement. "Welcome back Mistress Silver. Will you be having your usual this afternoon?" the burly unicorn guard at the door bowed as he politely inquired. Even had I not been wearing my key, every guard and almost every resident now knew who Silver Spoon was. A fact I was both loathed and elated to embrace, as it helped me in my mission. The adopted daughter and lover of Fancy Pants himself, had been seen their every day, spending no less then two hours and sometimes spending the entire day, only to loose track of the time and be informed by a guard that it was almost supper time. I only pushed my luck once, regarding Mr. Fancy Pants's strict dinning schedule. On my first visit to the Gallery I stayed with Twist well into the night, until I was informed that “lights out” could not occur until every patron had left satisfied and the massive red door closed till morning. The guards only relayed the orders of my master and lover. Otherwise I was the boss and according to Fancy himself his "Perverse Little Angel" was to get everything she asked for and more, or they were certain they would face his legendary wrath. "Perhaps" I offer the slightest of nods in acknowledgement of his intrusion into my personal affairs. A slight nod in reply to acknowledge him. “Although I might be inclined to try something a little more adventurous today.” I gave a wry smirk and a saucy wink. With that I trotted in. I need no escort. This place is as much home to me as was my little spot in the corner on a warn out dirty mattress, in Ms. Rarity's basement a few months ago. I knew every cushion, every chain, every shackle and yet I kept myself from memorizing the faces of the young colts and fillies who were held there, all but one anyway. It was where part of me knew I belonged! It should have been me, Celestia damn it! I should have been chosen to live out the rest of my days as a slave, being beaten, raped and sodomized until there was nothing left but the pain and the pleasure! It was what Ms. Rarity WANTED! for me to be her tool to elevate her status in the Circle! But I digress. I have put such notions behind me. Only the mission matters now. Only saving those who are held without hope. Only setting right what I did wrong, to one pony in particular. The one time I let my self give in to my desire to be hurt, I chose Peregrine, a strapping young blue Pegasus, and a resident of the Gallery, who wanted desperately to feel he had some power over somepony, anypony. Such was the affect of his years of captivity and abuse. Fancy had regarded the marks in my flesh with a slight disdain. I had come up with a story that I could not help myself. The truth is often more useful then a bald face lie. I needed to feel pain now and then as my former master, Rarity Belle had conditioned me to crave abuse! Or so I told him. Not a full truth. It was I that trotted into Ms. Rarity's boutique and said "Hurt me, like you hurt her." Her being my one and only friend; Diamond Dazzle Tiara! What a foal I was. And that was hardly a year ago. Maybe half a year. I kind of lost track of the time. "Your kindness Sir Fancy Pants" I had begun with my respective title for him "is I’m told a rare and fine wine indeed. One I partake of each day. But sometimes I need a harder spirit to make me forget the things I have done for Rarity. The pain I let him inflict was nothing compared to the torments both physical and psychological that she put me through each day." I had summoned a few crocodile tears for added affect. I chuckle as I remembered how I saw both he was impressed with my poetic use of metaphor and sympathetic to the pain I gladly let Rarity inflict on me. Still I had played my part without missing a beat. I smile to myself. I am making out to be quite the spy, establishing and maintaining communications with friendly forces behind enemy lines, all while sleeping in the enemy's bed every night, and keeping my ears perked for "pillow talk" that could prove useful to my benefactors. A good spy always follows orders, and that's one thing I do very well indeed. "Hello, thlut muffin." I trot up to a cream colored filly with red mane and glasses, mocking her as I berate her, and smirk in her face deviously. "Ggood afthernoon, Mmithtreth Thilver Thpoon." Twist bows and stutters in my presence, I drink it in, and let the sadistic thrill wash over me, instilling me with confidence to continue this charade. I wager Twist had little to no idea what time it actually was, but she knew I usually came to visit during the afternoon, while Fancy Pants was busy. She cowered and tucked her tail as I had instructed in private, to show as much fear as she would any other patron expecting to hurt her. "Your recommendations yesterday panned out, slave." I turn to show the fresh welts on my already scarred left flank "Mr. Peregrine worked out quite nicely.. Therefore may haps I shall go easy on you today." I smirk but get little pleasure in channeling my old bully attitude. "Hay FAT STUPID AND UGLY!" I call out with my hoof to my muzzle, for added affect to convey my tiny voice across the room, over the moaning, squealing and crying of the damned. "Like, what rooms are available?" "Rooms 3 and 5.. Mistress Silver." the guard grumbles. "Good. I’ll take Room 5." I turn to Twist "Now round up the Pegasus colt and that other friend of yours.. I feel like a Gang Bang today and she looks like a tasty unicorn mare to shove her horn up my…" "Beg yur pardon.. mithtreth Thilver.. but Aurora isn’t available." she sighs having hid her excitement at the mention of the code word "gang bang" which was her signal to round up both her friends to have a meeting and discuss the break out, for the first time, all together. This also meaning that my plan was fully ripe and ready to be shared. There was just one problem. Twist doesn't usually have as much trouble with her speech impediment as she used to. Her lisp only slips out under extreme emotional duress. Therefore I told her to let it out more often. It helps bolster my image for her to stutter and slur her speech in fear of my presence even though we are both 15 or 14 and I am no larger or more intimidating then she is. But suddenly I get the feeling she isn't acting. "Oh?" I raise an eyebrow and my tone is flat and full of displeasure "and why not.. another patron have her already?" I sneer, passing it off as a "I didn’t get my way so I’m gonna pout about it" gesture, when really I feel sick inside. Twist said nothing but sadly pointed to a young unicorn mare in her late teens early 20s, chained to the wall on a marble pedestal, gagged and blindfolded. Her soft pink coat sported fresh welts all over her body. Twenty years old and still a blank-flank. The thought had not even occurred to me at the time, but looking back I realize it's something I noted about her almost instinctively. I suppose one would be hard pressed to find their special talent in a suffocating pheromone intoxicated pit of misery and degradation such as that place. The placard hanging from her neck read “BIG MOUTH BITCH” My blood runs cold, all my plans I saw in jeopardy. “Best tell me what happened.” I ordered Twist, still glaring at the mare, in deep thought. "It happened yethterday, Mistress Silver Thpoon.. when you were with Peregrine." she sighs. I can tell this is hard for her, but still, I can't afford to coddle her. "Go on." I command sternly, with an air of impatience. Twist adjusts her glasses that she was allowed to keep, most of the time, when they didn't seek to increase her feelings of helplessness, for loss of sight. Of course their are other more practical reasons in such a place, where one would be considered wise to remove the glasses themselves. I know from experience, but I'm not going to get into it here. “Shamrock Dream came looking for him yethterday." Twist began "She calls him her babies’ daddy. But she was told that Peregrine was with a patron. The two of you were in there for hourth.” I nod as I remember being chained up and helpless as Peregrine raped me, sodomized me, and beat me, taking his time. Taking breaks, prolonging his power trip as much as possible, until a guard came to inform me that dinner time was almost upon us. When I didn’t answer right away, he called other guards, but by the time they unlocked the door, Peregrine had my gag out and I was urgently but politely assuring them no harm was done. "She got bored waiting and found Aurora." Twist said sadly "It's well known that Aurora hates the Dream children. That’th why they use her. She openly defies and insultth them.. but yesterday she went too far." Twist bows her head. "Focus Twist.. I haven’t got all day!" I turned and snapped with a cold stare. Twist squeaked. She really did fear me once but her experiences I thought had toughened her to bullies. Some fears are hard to put to rest I suppose. “Right.. well Thham.. I mean Shamrock is only like 12 but she’s altho 3 or 4 months pregnant.” I try to hide my shock, only letting out the smallest gasp “How scandalous.” I smirk with my hoof over my muzzle, acting like I enjoy the tidbit of juicy gossip, concerning a fellow patron, adding a healthy dose of sarcasm to sell my amusement, hiding my true utter revulsion with mock shock. "anyway Aurora couldn’t take it anymore.. during thex.. sex! with another colt Ssshamrock kept blurting out what thhe.. she! would do to her own child once her mother said it wath old enough. She was getting off on it in fact.. Aurora let it slip that she pities the foal that would come from her loins." "At first Shamrock laughed it off and goaded her on. But then Aurora said it should be taken from her, that she is sick just like her mother and siblings. that her whole family is built on the offspring of whores, servants and slaves." She sighs and takes off her glasses looking at me tearfully "so Shamrock screamed.. she brought every guard in listening distanth. They quickly tied Arurora up and left her there as a living thatue.. STATUE!" I could tell her constant lisp was no act and it was starting to grate on both our last nerve. "How long?" I asked blankly, ignoring her outburst as I stared up at the mare, feeling helpless and scared myself. "Thix more days.. a full week total." Twist tried to remain strong and not cry, though she knew her friend would never be the same. I kept staring, it was all I could do “Stupid cunt.” I whispered with no forced indignation. My frustration was very real, and I faulted her for not keeping her muzzle shut and playing the "good girl". But inside I was screaming obscenities “LUNA DAMNITALL we were so close!”. my screams were answered by a familiar snarky voice. "Like, what now genius?" I visibly flinched. The voice of Diamond Tiara had returned in my head, despite my reconciliation with my best friend, prior to beginning my mission of mercy. She, or it, hadn't spoken to me much since the real Diamond Tiara and Cypher pulled me out of the gutter, in Dead Weight Alley, just a few weeks prior. Sweetie Belle had told the spy and my friend where they might find me. Even while I was dieing of pneumonia, the pseudo Diamond never spoke to me. I didn't even realize it was her until i got a clearer head, while recuperating back at the home of Diamond Tiara's newly adopted mother. I was burning up with fever, out of my mind and rambling as my brain cooked! And yet it wasn't enough to burn DT out of my head. “Stupid cunt indeed.. she’s going to blow everything with her little outburst! Bravo Silver.. looks like Mr. Cypher will have to…” “Shutup.. I’m thinking.” I told the voice in a whisper. Twist glanced around awkwardly, though she knows I am prone to talk to myself from time to time, it likely doesn't get easier or less disturbing to deal with me when I am answering my inner monologue out loud, like a raving lunatic! She wisely drew no attention to it. I can only postulate that she could certainly understand, as she used to talk to her self often, as she told me while trying to console me, when I apologized for doing so. The only difference is I more often then not, seemed to argue with myself! Suddenly I turn to the red maned filly with an intensity in my unobstructed lavender eyes, causing her to jump slightly “What are you waiting for, candy vag? Find my little blue dildo and get to room 5!" I stamp my forehoof in annoyance "I’ll take care of this.” I informed sternly as Twist nods. I give her heart entwined candy cane cutie mark a good hard smack, with my fore hoof, as Twist turned to comply, causing the filly to “yipe” and scamper off in search of Peregrine, as bidden. I then turn my attention back to the bound mare, looking up. Her teats were more pronounced and full, showing her age. Her long white mane was slightly unkempt but stunning still against her pink coat. She reminded me of my own dear Diamond Dazzle Tiara. "Don’t worry I’m going to get you down." I whispered up at her. "She cant hear you." a yellow filly with a musical note cutiemark informed "she cant help you but I can.. I’ll do anything.. bleed for you, scream for you.. you can even shit on me if you li…" "Why can't she hear me?" I ignored the hyperactive filly's proposition, and tuned her out as she continued to ramble on. The fillies name was Happy Tune. I had met her briefly on my first visit to the gallery, and watched her take a stallion far too big for her and pass out in the middle of the attempt. She is the last “Junkie” left in the gallery. A sex addict so preoccupied with her fear of going numb that she desperately seeks to feel anything and her eagerness is a turnoff for most patrons. But like her predecessors she was destined to one day go too far, find that one patron that will gladly give her all she asks and more, until either her mind is lost or her very life. Sound like somepony you know? On second thought, don't answer that. Just another reason I can let nothing stop me from getting these poor souls out of here! "Oh Aurora.. really sad what happened to her." Happy Tune rambled on, creating a deafening droning noise in my ears that made me want to tear them off "They put a deafness charm and everything. So she can only feel all the stuff they do to her.. lucky bitch.. Her legs will move again after a few months but her hearing will be damaged or lost forever. Wanna buck me?!" "No." I said flatly, my posture never giving credence to the fact I wanted to strangle the filly and feed her her own tail, just to shut her up! Keeping my eyes on the only unicorn that could ever come close to breaking the enchanted seal over the Outer Chamber in order to affect a mass rescue, I processed what little I could gleam from her rant. Happy Tune sighed and trots away dejected, to sit on a couch and play with herself. She does that allot. "Hey faggot.. get over here!" I demanded of a guard, at the moment truly enjoying his abuse for the torture they put this mare through. The portly guard sighed and waddled over. “Took you long enough, tubby.” I chuckle and point a hoof up at the mare. “Get her down now.. I want her.. I grow tired of clumsy, bumbling, inexperienced fillies and colts.. I want a real mare!” "I’m sorry Ms. Silver.. but she is unavailable for the next 6 days." he tries to hide his smirk and fails. Inside I scream again, loosing my confidence. “Diamond.. help.. I need you!” I beseech the former bully that has once again taken refuge in my head. She sounds nothing like the Diamond I know now, but I need her, more then ever. "OH nooow you need me?" the voice replies with a sarcastic quip. “I need to know.. what to do.. I’m losing them, DT.. help me. What would you do in this situation.. I mean the old you?” "Oh Silver Spoon, you silly filly" the voice chuckles "like, I think you know good and well what I would do." I can almost see Diamond Tiara winking at me with that snide smile. I motion with my hoof for the guard to bend down and draw closer. As he does so I rear back and smack him with all my strength, with a fore hoof across his cheek. The sound as my hoof connects with his jaw and the audaciousness of the act itself causes every eye in the Gallery, guard, patron and foal resident to snap to attention on me. "How dare you speak to me like that! Do you know who I am, asshole?" I yell and growl "Do you honestly think Sir Fancy Pants would deny his lover and adopted heir such a simple request? Now get her the buck down, and take her to room 5, or I’ll have YOU put up there in her place for a MONTH!" "Yyes Mistress Sil…" "Do NOT ever say my name again.. it’s FAR too good for the likes of you!" I staunchly object with a snarl and curling of my lip. The guard nods and begins taking Aurora down and removing the deafness charm. She gasps behind her ball gag as the hearing slowly returns to her. The unicorn guard takes her limp body in his telekinetic field as I follow close behind, my head held high and nose shot strait up “please be all right.. the plan depends on you and Peregrine. without you there is little I can do.” I think to myself. "Kinna like, laid it on a little thick, didn’t you?" “No thicker then you would.” I smirked to myself. "hmph" I could almost see her cute pouting face, and fore hooves crossed in rebuke as I entered the door to private room 5, where Twist and Peregrine were already waiting, sitting patiently on the bed. I looked over the ponies present like a commander inspecting her troops as Aurora was laid to rest her tired limbs on the soft bed. “Leave us.. and do NOT disturb me lest you bring news from Fancy himself.” "Yes Mistress." the guard bowed and left the room. I smirked at my comrades, meeting them all at once for the first time. "Good.." I clear my throat dramatically with hoof to my muzzle "for the sake of Ms. Aurora, who I have yet to be formerly introduced to.. My name is Silver Spoon. Youngest daughter of Platinum and Golden Spoon.. former resident of Ponyville, emancipated slave and currently the agent assigned to placate Fancy Putz." I chuckle, to break the tension in my "war room". Aurora pushes her self up with her weak fore hooves, with some difficulty but manages a soft but tired smile and a sparkle in her rapidly aging eyes ”Nice to.. meet you Silver.. I’m Aurora. Oldest foal in the Gallery.. keeper of the lost.. and currently a mage in training, thanks to you.” "Good" I give a wry smile as I prepare to lay bare my plan for the coming week and check on the progression of Aurora’s magic lessons and Peregrine’s flight ability. "Now that we are all familiar with each other.." I give a wry smile "let the gang bang commence." Tarnished Silver: Liberty BelleTarnished Silver: Liberty Belle Most little fillies begin with “dear diary” or some other such nonsense. Like, why would anypony address a diary? Are they really not just writing to themselves? Somewhere deep in an evidence locker, in a guard house in Ponyville, sits a little pink book. It contains the life of a little filly who died. It’s unclear exactly when she died. Perhaps it’s when her sister first “discovered” her. Perhaps it’s when the same sister tossed her closest and dearest friend onto the street to die. Killing herself when she realized how much the broken Silver filly meant to the young unicorn whose life she saved. Birthing a new and scornful filly who schemed against her sister to save the Silver filly and the cute little red head they left behind in the hooves of monsters. Only for the unicorn to go home alone with the biggest monster of all. Perhaps it was when that little Unicorn left that sister, bleeding and broken herself, for the guards to arrest, while she went with her sister's attacker to find the friend she lost. Perhaps her soul can now rest in peace, knowing that the Silver filly she promised to save, is alive and well. My name is Sweetie Belle, and I have been reborn at age 15. "Good da…" I begin typing and soon back space "Bad…" again I pause and stare at my new guardian’s old HP screen. I have been clumsily trying to relearn how to write with my hooves. These new “fingers” I am told will make writing and grasping things easier. But for me it feels unnatural and wrong. I was given this electric book like thing, called a “lap top”, to help me explore my new world and collect my thoughts when I told Ms. Sylvia Spoon, I would like to begin my diary again. In truth I never once stopped keeping it. Even after a week or two now and leaving my big sister. In my head I would ask “good day? bad day?” choose which to label it as and then recap the days events. A bad day used to be simple, indicating that my sister or one of her sick friends and or clients had touched me. But I made sure never to mention big sister in my old diary. So if they were expecting to set it up as a chopping block and lay her head upon it, they will be sadly disappointed. For 2 months I could easily say “good day” because my sister was too busy worrying about Fancy Pant’s revenge to touch me or any other foal. But nothing is simple anymore. Now bad days consist of "Bad day- depressed today. Miss my beloved Spoony something awful." maybe something less whiny like "Bad day- had that dream about the one time sis left me in the gallery for three days. And there I was back there, abandoned forever, screaming and nopony could hear me or even cared!" or something simple like "Bad day- came to the mansion and I feel so small. I’m just a little pony in this anthro world. If this house is so overwhelming how can I live in their world? I feel so alone and out of place." or something that just outright breaks my heart, because I feel a certain way about somepony who is nice to me, but all they do is make me feel more alone! "Bad day- I realize I have trouble looking Ms. Spoon in the eye. If she took off her glasses, her face would be identical to the young mare I love. And I miss her even more now." Oh WHY does life have to be so IRONIC!!? And finely "Bad day- Dumb fingers!" But I had my good days. Many in fact! "Good day- Ms. Spoon and Ms. Tiara are two of the nicest mares I have ever met. Ms. Tiara’s real last name is Riche but she only allows her business associates to refer to her by her father’s name. She still has that snotty attitude, but she smiles more, and she is kind to me. Ms. Spoon is even more comforting and charming then the filly who saved me. And no pony touches me here." Ms. Spoon and Ms. Tiara try their best to make me feel welcome in their house, as well as their world. "Good day- Ms. Spoon kissed me good night. I was scared at first as she bent down and kissed my cheek. But it was warm and motherly. I have met her adopted daughter, Star Clover. She is a sweet changeling foal. Both Ms. Spoon and Ms. Tiara are good loving mothers." I am slowly acclimating myself to this body and this world with all it's strange new innovations, created by earth pony ingenuity, unfettered by social or economic handicaps such as prejudice and.. stuff. "Good day: Ms. Spoon let me drive her.. auto cart.. or car as she calls it. I tried to hide what little discomfort there was, sitting in her lap, as she worked the pedals with her hooves. I felt such a feeling of empowerment as I gripped the steering wheel in my new hands. She says one day I would get a license and possibly own my own car. I look forward to it. Then nopony can tell me where to go and what to do." I'm learning there are things about myself that I share in common with my sister. It was scary but Ms. Tiara has been a big help in talking to me about it. "Good day- (I think) was having doubts about my feelings for Spoony. I feared getting pleasure from her suffering when we got a chance to be together. Ms. Tiara sat down with me and assured me that sexual sadism was nothing to be ashamed of if the partner is willing and pleasure is mutual. I came away able to admit that part of me enjoyed big sis and my Diamond Tiara, being tortured after all the bad things they did to me." and finally this "Good day- talked to my sister on the phone. She seemed sincere about rescuing Twist and the other foals and starting a new life. Was finally able to tell her I forgive her, truthfully." My good days had been well distinguished from my bad days. Only once since beginning my new life was I confused. "Good day, bad day?" I had entered in my head. "Certainly not a good day. Watched my sister tortured by a stallion for information on Silver Spoon's whereabouts. Part of me actually enjoyed watching her get what she deserved. The other part of me wanted to throw up on that other part. Big sis held out to protect Silver Spoon. We thought he was sent by Fancy to find Silver and extract his revenge for double bucking the EVER LOVING SHIT outta his ugly BUCKIN FACE! When I finally realized Mr "Gaze" was there to help, I told him everything and begged him to stop. We left Big sister for the guards and headed for Canterlot in a shiny silver cart that moved on rubber tires under it’s own power, like a train. Bad day? no not really a bad day. We got to Dead Weight Ally in time to find Silver Spoon still alive, but very ill. Diamond Tiara cuddled her friend the whole way back to the Spy; Cypher’s, universe where Spoony got treatment. I have asked Diamond, or Dazzle as she calls herself, to use her new unicorn powers to give me a new body so I fit into the world she now calls home.” I have sense learned that what Silver Spoon did to Fancy Pants would be know here as "Letting him have it, with both barrels." or a "Double Tap" depending on whether you ask a city mare or a country mare. But that was the first day I was stumped, until today. I stared at the screen, for the longest time and began pecking at the key board with the tip of my index fingers one by one. It was slow and tedious work. "Good day, bad day? No idea. On one hoof…" I quickly back space "On one hand, I got to see Diamond Dazzle again and learned that my big sister will be starting her new life here as a security operative and corporate spy. My sister the spy? ;^_^" I chuckle at this "On the other hand I saw Miss Dr. Triage again and the memories of the Gatherings came back to me. And I don’t know quite how to feel when asked by Ms. Spoon if I think big sis can be trusted. She assures me that she won't hire Rarity if I am the least bit uncomfortable. Once again I lied to somepony who was nice to me. I give my recommendation and scream a little inside!" I sit back from the desk and stare at my words "I lied to her." With that I close the lap top lid, magically the light and words vanish leaving a screen as empty and blank as my flank and my mind. I crawl into bed, in the guest room my new guardians had provided me. "Bad day.." I whisper "I realize I am, just like her." I do not sleep well that night.. but tomorrow is another day. Tarnished Silver: Dr. Feel GoodTarnished Silver: “Dr. Feel Good” "I beg your pardon?" I glare at the young pink mare, sitting before me, in my den, a Miss Diamond Tiara Riche The Third. It is obvious that her pony form is unnatural and awkward as she squirms in her sitting position, finally giving up and laying on my couch, like an animal, on all fours. I smirk at this. It is October 27, Year of Celestia 2013. I am playing hostess (reluctantly I might add) to two odd but remarkably fascinating young mares from out of town, far out of town. "What did you call me?" I ask curtly with a sneer. She chuckles with a fore hoof to her muzzle “Dr. Feel Good! Like, that is SO your new code name!” she smirks and laughs harder, only to get a back hoof to the back of her head, by the young gray mare, casually sitting beside her. The gray mare doesn’t bat an eye. She sips her tea gently as she delivers the discipline to her fiancé. The pink mare whines slightly as Sylvia Catherine Spoon sips her tea quietly, crossing her hind legs demurely. Obviously she is well practiced in operating her new pony form. Unlike her mate, who just a few minutes earlier, fumbled with her hooves and dropped one of my fine China tea cups. I made no mention of this, accept to raise an eyebrow in rebuke, even as she expressed her unyielding disdain for me. I even turned a blind eye to her holding the second cup between her hooves, afraid to drop it again. Ms. Riche and Ms. Spoon were not natural born ponies. They are bipedal and posses five digits where there fore hooves are now. Or such is their natural form. "Earth ponies.. why did it have to be Earth ponies?" I curse to myself as we now sit in silence. The only sound in the room is Ms. Riche’s awkward slurping of her tea. This I also ignore, though it grates on my nerves to no end. I have nothing against the lessor races of Equestria. I am many things; a narcissist, and an introverted pedophile, but never a bigot! Unfortunately my experiences with Earth ponies in the past have set me at odds with them. It’s not their fault they were born without magic, or even wings. I do not fault them for what they are. I am merely wary of them simply for the fact that when ever my life seemed to be in turmoil or in question, it was because of an Earth Pony. The bane of my existence. Again it is not their fault. It has nothing to do with who and what they are by design. Only circumstance, fate, random chance, that Earth ponies have caused me so much distress. The lesbian couple, sitting in front of me, have good reason to despise me. They have every right to their contempt for my very life and existence. I hold their daughter hostage. Adopted of course, but no less beloved as their own biological foal. She is not merely in my care, she is in my possession. By all rights, I own her. I purchased her from a friend at a rock bottom price of 20,000 Bit$. For all intents and purposes, Diamond Dazzle Tiara Spoon is my slave! And yet only one of them seems to be dead set in expressing her ire at the concept. They have not come to beg, steal, bargain, nor threaten me for her release. This they could easily affect with the spy and assassin in their employ. If they wanted me dead, I would already be so. No. They come only to visit their darling Diamond Dazzle on her 14th Birthday, to wish her well and take her out for a nice dinner with her sister, Star Clover Spoon. The Changeling foal, barely 3 years of age, is right now watching cartoons in my study with her elder adopted sister Dazzle, my newly acquired sex slave. Or she would have been, had circumstances been different, and I wasn't now hosting her parents for tea! I am beset at the concept of just how ironic, my life can be. And then they intend to return her unto me. For they know all too well, her mission is of vital importance. That the lives of over 100 foals hang in the balance. But first they have opted out of good manners to sit and chat with me, this fine Sunday afternoon. "Lucky me." I think and sigh to myself as we remain in silence. My name is Triage Mash. I am a Doctor. No not "The Doctor"! Is he all you pathetic fan fillies and socially inept colts can think about?! Once I was the most celebrated surgeon in Equestria. Now I am just a another rich pervert in Fancy’s exclusive little club! The Inner Circle. I am not a monster, as my friend Rarity may very well be. I have no desire to see foals suffer. My Victims are all blissfully unawares of what I do to them. And I would never break the bond of trust a foal needs with his or her family, in order to develop into a healthy young mare or stallion. I have no foals of my own, save for Ms. Dazzle. No desire for one either. But I have a beautiful, all be it awkward little nephew, named Buttons Mash. An Earth pony, as it so happens to be. My brother and sister-in-law, (also an Earth pony) have no idea as to my dark desires for the forbidden fruit of a juvenile’s body. I do not look upon my nephew with lust in my eyes, only a love an aunt is meant to have for her brother’s child. Only one other foal has made me feel anything in the last 5 years. That foal rightfully belongs to the two Earth mares that sit before me now. One full of a burning hatred in her sky blue eyes, identical to that of her adopted daughter’s, and the other a calm sadness or indifference in her gentle lavender orbs. I am reminded of 5 years ago when I botched a simple anesthesia spell on a little Earth filly. It’s a well known fact that Earth ponies have a stronger resilience to sleeping spells and the like. My mistake was one of unfamiliarity. Earth ponies are not a majority in Canterlot. But my oversight cost me dearly. The foal awakened during my “procedure” and screamed at the top of her lungs. I was given a sabbatical while the higher-ups debated my fate. Faced with the prospect of life’s work being discredited and my reputation and freedom in jeopardy, I made my deal with the Devil. Fancy Pants offer was clear. Join his Circle or he would throw me to the wolves. I readily accepted. But there was a catch. There is always a catch. I needed four foals to present as a potential offering. 2 colts and 2 fillies to be precise. I told him I had no idea where or how to get my hooves on four healthy foals. That’s when he suggested I bring my nephew along. It took all my force of will not to lunge at him, but staring into the cold emotionless eyes of his servant, and body guard, ”Gaze”, it wasn’t hard to stay my hoof. I refused, politely but still firmly. To my surprise Fancy just laughed and informed me I will do as I am told, but he had no intention of my bringing family to his "Gathering". He said he often provided foals to potential members who knew not how to “hunt” for them selves. Fancy new many shady ponies in the sex trade. I would come to know them to before my dissension was complete. And so it came to pass that I suffered through his little ritual of dissension and the offerings submitted for their approval and what not. I said my lines and made my vows etc etc, and hardened my heart to what came next. The four children at my hooves were not just off the street. They had been foal napped and or sold into slavery on the black market, by ruthless crime families such as The Spoon Family in Manehatten, the Diamond Dogs of Ponyville and other unsavory individuals looking for a quick b$t. One among them was a little yellow Earth filly with a musical note cutie mark, barely 10years old, who had been sold by her own mother to the cartels. Most likely to support a drug habit. She was obviously a crack foal, manic, depressive, possible bipolar disorder.. talked constantly.. wouldn’t shut up about how her mommy used to touch her and make her hurt. Made me sick to my stomach! Her name she said it over and over and OVER until it was forever burned into my memory! "Happy Tune" As it so happened the bastards chose her. They loved how she squealed an cried for her mommy, begging her forgiveness for displeasing her. I wanted to vomit! I contemplated taking my lucky scalpel and slitting their throats! ALL OF THEM! but I was able to make myself see reason. Even as they dragged her away and locked her in the Gallery. They hung around waiting for her to beat on the door.. but there was nothing. Silence reigned. I had to smile as they expressed their disappointment. Since then I had learned to bury my emotions, what little was left of them. I only made any trip to the gallery on official business. As Fancy’s “pet doctor” I was charged with treating any foal who was sick or injured. And in rare cases.. to take the dead away. I try to give them a kind bed side manner. But it is an act. I am far to withdrawn to care, or so I thought. I watched Happy Tune degenerate, with little effect on my emotions. With each visit made, I expected to find she had hung herself. Celestia knows there are plenty of ropes and chains to garrote ones self with. But though her mind was slowly slipping away, she just held on to the pleasure and pain the patrons offered her, and begged for more. 5 years I denied my emotions, pushed them down into a little ball. Until I met her. "Silver Spoon" I wondered briefly if her own crime family had sold her to Rarity? But no.. this filly actually came to her and asked to be abused! For the longest time I wouldn’t believe it. But two months ago I watched as she begged for seasoned sadists to beat and disfigure her, all to honor her beloved Miss Rarity. I my self found I was drawn, mesmerized by her capacity to endure pain and revel in it. When she spotted my lucky Scalpel and ask that I cut her over her mark, I obliged her. She was fascinating, the moans and sounds she made as I carved her flesh. Looking back it is clear to me just how mentally disturbed this child was. But she spoke to me with a grace and sophistication that many adults tried and failed to acquire. I got no sexual thrill from her self destruction at my hoof. But again I admit my passion for finding out just how much she could take, drove me to fulfill her desires. Fortunately for Little Miss Spoon, I was a seasoned professional surgeon. I knew just how deep to cut her to make it scar and spare her any life threatening injury. As I begin to cut her and blood poured out on to her flank, she cried out! Not in agony, but in ecstasy! One by one even some of the hardest members I have known walked away, looking pale. Only a few stouthearted sadists remained. Otherwise I was all alone with her. I had actually met this filly months before. She had taken a dildo, too large for her and too hard and ruptured her cervix in several places. I suspected Rarity having been the cause of the injury. I made my friend a deal. let the filly recover for three weeks and I will wave my fee. She had complied. Had she not, Silver Spoon would have experienced more pain then she bargained for every time she had intercourse, for the rest of her life. But on that day 2 months ago, laying on that couch, she was no patient, she was a test subject. I carved an X right over her little spoon mark. And yet though I was the adult and held the power to inflict pain, I have to admit it seemed like she was the one using me, and every other pony in the room! I can't rightly blame "Fancy Prick" for his obsession with her. She was.. is if nothing else, a fascinating creature. A prime specimen. A lady and a whore all in one demure teenage frame, wrapped with a pretty Prench braid of stunning silver and adorned with a simple yet elegant strand of blue pearls. Well she had those things, before she got carried away and told one member to rip her mane out by the roots. Her precious pearls, the first gift her mother gave her as a foal, as she had revealed it to me, I can only assume must still be scattered across the floor by that couch. I can't think of anypony stingy enough to bend down and pick them up one by one. No that would be beneath them. Bastards. Not surprising she wasn’t chosen. And I don’t mean because she went and kicked Fancy in his stupid head, when the bastard tried to choke Rarity’s sister to death. No. Silver Spoon was a willing slave, just as mentally deranged as Happy Tune. Most patrons want to hear them cry or beg. They get off on it. Have I said "bastard" enough yet? And just a few days ago I met a pony who made me feel shame once more. Diamond Dazzle Tiara. And now I learn she legally changed her last name to Spoon in honor of her new mother. I had purchased her from Rarity, but I was deceived. Dazzle is some kind of Jr Spy or apprentice, working under a mysterious changeling named Cypher. The same Spy and Assassin that Ms. Spoon and Ms. Tiara had not set against me. Though they could just as easily give the order and neither Fancy's little house colt "Gaze" nor the Canterlot Civil Guard would ever find my body, or so I am told. Her friend, the damaged Silver filly, is now a spy herself, keeping Fancy busy, sleeping with him and garnering information from the old fool while keeping contact with her little red headed friend in the glasses, I suspect, inside the Gallery. In 7 days from now their mission will be over. Silver Spoon will return to Ponyville and her Mob family. Diamond Dazzle will go home with her new mothers and my transaction to acquire her flesh will be quite inconsequential. "Operation Day Break" they call it. How theatrical. Makes me wonder is it just because the event will take place next Sunday night, and is predicted to have been resolved and concluded by the dawn, or is Celestia herself behind the scenes, working with these spies and remarkable foals? I am once again guilty of bringing a foal to the gallery to be raped and abused on a daily bases. But she is, in actual fact, a changeling Spy named "Poison" and a full grown adult. She walked in as the stallion, Filthy Rich, but thanks to her I walked out with Happy Tune in my saddle bag. I am unsure what to do with her, so I am keeping her sedated for now. But in saving her, I get a little piece of my soul back. So now knowing the truth, I work against the ponies I once called my brothers and sisters. All I want is my life back. I want my freedom. And if in helping them, I save a few 100 foals or so, well that’s just fine by me. As long as I am not stuck watching them. Author's Note I see Dr. Triage as a pony female equivalent to Dr. House. I came up with the name Triage Mash from the M*A*S*H Unit in military medicine and later realized another fan character shared the name. So by association Milano Mash is Triage's Sister-in-law and Buttons Mash is her beloved (platonic-ally speaking of course) nephew. Dr Triage is a creation of Ham Gravy Tarnished Silver: Dr Triage (my fav filly fooler ;P) SUBJECT: DR TRIAGE AFFILIATION: CIRCLE MEMBER "her coat was an especially lovely shade of autumn gold, which was complimented by her brown mane, always cut short, and her cutie mark, a red Caduceus. These traits made her social life, what little of it there was, relatively painless. She did not find the company of others uncomfortable; she simply did not care for it. No matter how interesting another pony was, she had never met anyone whose thoughts could compare with her own. Whenever she chose to listen to someone else, she always came away disappointed. Why lower herself to speak to others, she reasoned, when she was already in possession of the most brilliant mind in Equestria? Her own thoughts were the best company of all. Triage had always loved children. Their youth meant she didn’t find herself looking down on them for their obvious lack of intelligence. It wasn’t their fault that they were such dull creatures. An adult pony had no excuse, but a child could be forgiven. When she was around them, she didn’t feel the annoyance she felt around grownups.” ((story and character by Ham Gravy)) Diamond Dazzle is the property of Diamond Dazzle Tiara Spoon Sylvia Spoon, Star Clover Spoon, Diamond Rich and Cypher are characters I claim because the SS and DT in my story are hardly like their canon counterparts. Tarnished Silver: A Poisoned Mind!((!!WARNING: EXPLICIT FOAL RAPE and Slavery!!)) Tarnished Silver: A Poisoned Mind! I lie on my back, on the cold tile of the Gallery floor. The stallion above me drives his tool into my asshole like a Blue Engineer's impact screwdriver on a Sentry II (whatever the buck that means). He is cruel, insulting me and slapping my face, telling me to shut up as I squeal in mock delight. It hurts.. and I hate him for it, still I cry out for more, until finely he hits me hard enough, that I feel even the wanton foal slut I am portraying would finally shut her mouth! I have to be careful. I have been here only a day and yet I am playing a filly that has been here for the past 5 years. A Filly who was only 10 when her mother sold her to gangsters and then she came into the clutches of Fancy Pants and his associates. It’s not easy being the little yellow filly. I don’t have her manic energy or her Earth pony stamina. I have twice now almost passed out during “use” and for a spy I am not that good an actress. Almost immediately I incurred the suspicious eye of one pink unicorn named Aurora. She is the oldest in the Gallery, a mare in her early 20s by the look of her, and yet she has no mark on her flank. I guess she never discovered her special talent. How could she in this place? She knows them all.. or at least she knew them once. Every last one of them. She is like their mother, or older sister perhaps. What does a changeling know of such things? 10 years she has been here, since the beginning of the Circle. And just yesterday she looked at me with a profound distrust. I am trying not to fail my master, my teacher, and my mistresses; my employers and benefactors. but I fear she see’s through my disguise. It was almost a relief when she incurred the wrath of a patron and was silenced and placed on display as a “living statue”. A spy cannot afford to have her identity revealed even by friendly forces. If she had made mention of her suspicions I would somehow have to deal with her. Perhaps not as I had dealt with Filthy Rich yesterday, at least I think today is Sunday. Without my “cloak and dagger” watch I cannot be certain of the time. Time has a strange way of passing either in the blink of an eye, or at a snails pace, here in this Hell. I feel myself drifting again. I begin to feed.. deeply.. draining the stallion of what little love he has. Growing stronger as he grows weaker. He collapses unconscious. I pretend to be curious and ask “Hay Mr.. you all right.. don’t you want to buck me anymore?” as I prod him with my little hoof. The guards shoo me away and carry him out the large red door, we are forbidden to pass through. I smirk to myself and make a mental note not to do that again, accept in extreme emergency. If too many patrons fall unconscious while using me, they might get suspicious. I sigh to myself and return to a couch to masturbate. I have to do this allot to keep up appearances. Both my holes are dripping with their wretched pony seed and for the first time I am disgusted with myself. I thought my previous experiences would make me better qualified for the deep cover infiltration. My role is one I am well familiar with. In my hive I was nothing more then a sex slave to my Prince. And I wasn’t even especially good at that. Being used is nothing new to me. And with my Mistresses; Silver Spoon and Diamond Tiara I have enjoyed myself in serving, letting them tie me up and tease me as they feed me their love in turn. But this.. this I was not prepared for. And with each patron’s visit I feel a little part of me die inside. "So this is what it’s like?" I think as I absentmindedly rub myself "Day in and day out for these poor creatures." I realize I too will suffer their pain, their anger, and their utter despair before my mission can come to an end. My name is “Happy Tune” and I am a slave. As far as I can tell the year is 2013, October 27th and I am trapped here for the rest of my life.. okay I am being silly. That’s just a paraphrase of a quote I heard in a movie. My Silver mistress has many back in her world. I yearn to be back there. I yern for the anthro form she gave me. I feel so powerless without the clawed hands that are granted my species in her anthro universe. You can call me Poison. Obviously I'm not concerned who I am talking to, because I know you are not real. You are just figments of my imagination. A product of my mind trying to escape this stifling, hormone infested cesspit of blood, sweat and other bodily fluids! The stench is terrible. And I come from a damn hive! No wonder my brain wants to escape and talk to you ponies! Have I only been here a day? As many times as I have pretended to play with myself, I've lost all feeling in my sex! Oh you want to interview me? Oh okay, sure why not. I mean it's not like you'll spread it around, being in my head an all.. I guess I am a Red Spy by choice. I like red, it seems more “lady like” while master Cypher has a penchant for blue. I was hatched into this world, as a nymph, and yet with each patron I see walk through that door, I come to despise the world I once thought I knew, that much more. Still the mission is more important. I think it is evening now, that I sit on the couch and rub my young mare hood for the thousandth time today. It is a mechanical and automatic thing I do to play the filly I now emulate. I think back to yesterday when I accepted this assignment.. no.. VOLUNTEERED to go under deep cover in the Gallery. I wanted so desperately to be with my mentor Cypher and his Jr partner; Silver Spoon. Not my mistress but another, a younger pony from this, my world. To be where the action is. To matter. To make him proud. Dr. Triage had agreed to help me. She and Rarity, two members of The Circle, one of our own had manged to turn. I entered the Gallery as Filthy Rich, a pony I had murdered. My first ”back stab” as it were. But really I found I had no emotion in dragging my Kunai across his throat. He got what he deserved for the abuse he heaped on one of our own agents. The lovely Diamond Dazzle Tiara. WHAT.. he's her bucking FATHER! Even to a changeling that is SICK! No I already knew that when Diamond reluctantly ordered the hit. He was headed to a pay phone to dial Fancy Pants and inform him that Rarity was not being held prisoner at Triage's estate. Our entire mission and very lives depended on my "disconnecting" him permanently. For a changeling I am a novice at transformation. I had never mimicked the form of a stallion. It took me hours to learn how to grow a penis and testicles. They were small, but no pony seemed to notice. My date.. or rather Mr. Rich’s Date; Dr. Triage, had carried in a set of saddle bags. They carried my weapons. My 3 “Conniver’s Kunai”, and my “Sharp Dresser” along with a small blow torch that would cut steel if I needed it. All the Pegasi here are kept in chains to keep them from flying. All but one. He must be the one little Silver had to fly Aurora up to the ceiling to break the barrier in the outer chamber.. but I’m getting ahead of myself. Upon reaching Fancy’s Estate I was met by my master in his “Gaze” disguise. He hoofed to me an ”Enforcer” 357magnum revolver which had to be fitted with a hoof size trigger guard and trigger. I prefer my 9mm automatic but Cypher assured me I should only need 6 shots. Plus he had already modified his revolvers, so he could use with his hooves in a pinch. Sadly my magic is weak and I am not well adapt at using levitation and telekinesis. This short coming was brought to the forefront by my failure to shoot Trixie Lulamoon before she could affect Ms. Rarity's early release and teleport Dazzle with her. In flank sight, I should have used the hoof attachment but I thought "how hard can it be to pull a trigger with telekinesis". Turns out something that small and complex takes an EXPERT telekinetic. I aimed the gun just fine but I couldn't hold the shot and manipulate the trigger of my old 9mm. I was harshly reprimanded. Nothing like this mind you, but Cypher did slap me once for loosing our employers' adopted daughter as well as my target. So I took the modified revolver and placed inside the collar and tie Mr. Rich wore, which had been enchanted to hide one weapon, despite my disguise being of a naked foal. It is the one weapon I keep on my person at all times. And SEVERAL times I have been tempted to use it! The guard checked the Doctor's bags, but due to an illusion spell placed on them by Rarity herself, he only saw various sex toys. It was not uncommon for patrons to bring their own favors to the “party” as it was described. I tried to hide my revulsion at her mechanical explanations of the workings of the Inner Circle and the Gallery. I entered with my date. The smell of sex was predominant in my nostrils. How do they buckin stand it!? My escort did not seem to be fazed by the stench. She shocked me by selecting a little yellow filly, sedating her with some sleep spell and picking her up in her telekinesis. She then grabbed me by the tie and dragged me to a private room in back. I put up no fight. Though I was not a true Earth stallion she shouldn’t have been able to force her hoof so easily, against me. She closed the door, it locked automatically, only the keys around our necks could open it from the inside. She explained the plan had changed. She told me that the filly “Happy Tune” was the one she offered to the Gallery 5 years ago. I wanted to hurt her at first. Thinking "what kind of heartless monster purposely leaves a foal in this hell hole?!" But she seemed so sad and sincere as she told me how over the years she had watched the filly’s mind degrade further. She told me she could not proceed with the destruction of Fancy’s Circle without first making it right what she did to the poor little yellow filly with the musical note cutie mark. I sat and listened. It went against my mentor’s authorization but I accepted and told her to tell me everything about the filly so I could replace her. I was not prepared to hear her life story. Nothing so tragic exists in the annals of history! That I am aware of. My master had told me “Silvere tells me zhe foals are not well watched or tally kept. So you will be added to zhe Gallery as a new foal, a 'donation' as Fancy puts eet.” I ignored his sneer of revulsion, I shared his contempt after all. “Anyway as a beginnere, eet should be easier to create a pony foal version of yourself, rather then replace one of those already on the inside.” I had to agree. And I was grateful he had not again brought up my failure at the Ponyville Jail. Not only would it be easier but I didn’t want the responsibility. How fair would it be to the others if I affected the release of one? How would I choose? Never heard a changeling agonizing over such things? Well lets just say I was blessed or cursed with a greater capacity for empathy then my brothers and sisters, depending on your point of view. My questions answered, and my decision was made for me. “This is not up for debate!” Triage barked at me as she levitated the unconscious foal into her empty saddle bag as I informed her what master Cypher had said. She explained that if she left the filly for another week she might not survive. I quickly agreed and flashed into my new disguise. At least it was a female and not too small that I couldn’t shrink my form to match her body mass. She left my weapons, disguised as sex toys, and gave me the magic word that would break the spell and render silicone into steel. She took Happy Tune and left me in the private room to practice being a foal sex slave. Finally after several hours the guard came and let me out That first night was the hardest. The other foals avoided me like the plague. It’s just as well. I couldn’t sleep among them. I trotted to the shower room. There was no dignity here, even though the facilities were clean and the scent of sex replaced with bleach and other cleaning agents. There was no toilets for the foals to use, only stainless steel covered porcelain holes for them to squat over like animals! I used my “cloak and dagger” to go invisible. I had to. A changeling can not hold their form in their sleep. Well most can’t. Master Cypher BECOMES his disguise. It is not merely skin deep. His mind and body become that of the pony he emulates. As such he eats and sleeps in that form 24/7 for as long as he has to. I curled up on the shower room floor and slept. Not long though. I was soon joined by the subjects Twist, and a blue Pegasus. They loudly practiced the Pegasus’s flight. The sound of his hooves kept me up all night, even after I moved into the toilet area and slept on what I hoped was a clean floor. The next morning I was tempted to stay cloaked, but knew my target I had replaced, would be missed. So I forced myself to join the others, and soon learned the depths of their misery. They ate twice a day. Morning and evening. The guards passed out trays of decent but bland pony food, vegetables, oatmeal that kind of thing and gave them 20min to eat before opening the door and allowing patrons in. Water dispensers were kept well stocked and the foals could have all they needed unless they were being punished. I estimate it was around this afternoon when I got my first look at young Silver Spoon as she entered the Gallery. She had changed from the pony who was found starved, beaten, and sick in the alley. Her mane and coat was all fully grown and shiny and other then the scar on her flank she was in good health. She trotted gracefully with the air of a queen. I trotted up to her as she stared up at Aurora, hanging on the wall. I decided to test her resolve. "Don’t worry I’m going to get you down." she whispered up at her. "She can’t hear you." I informed "she can’t help you but I can.. I’ll do anything.. bleed for you, scream for you.. you can even shit on me if you li…" "Why cant she hear me?" Silver ignored my proposition. "Oh Aurora.. really sad what happened to her. They put a deafness charm and everything. So she can only feel all the stuff they do to her.. lucky bitch.. Her legs will move again after a few months but her hearing will be damaged or lost forever. Wanna buck me?" "No." Silver said flatly. I left her side with a dejected look on my face. I had been prepared to break cover and remind her who she is, but I smiled to my self as I went back to the couch and did what Happy Tune did most with her day, play with herself. Looking back I remember thinking “Good girl. Stay the course. Remember Twist is counting on you and so are we.” So for the first time “Operation Daybreak” has a window of opportunity and I begin counting down the days till my mission is at an end. All thanks to that brilliant little Silver filly and her remarkable and brave circle of friends. 7 days from now Fancy Pants will be dead, and the Circle broken. My actions yesterday, put a mentally ill foal in the hooves of a pedophile. Yet even though I have my doubts about trusting Triage, I would not force Happy Tune to switch places with me even if Celestia herself ordered it. She is better off in the hooves of one foal fiddler then here at the mercy of 100s! And so I wait, and play my part. Patiently awaiting the chance to strike, and kill again, to protect the foals now in my care. Looking forward to never coming back to this universe once done, and spending my days in the employ and service of my mistresses and my mentor. Thanks so much for keeping my brain company. Finally the last patron walks out of here, I hope his dick falls off! Damn door is closing, lights out finally! I think I'll just fade out right here and haunt the main chamber. Just have to set the timer on my "Cloak and Dagger" Nopony is claiming my couch. Too afraid of me.. they should be.. oh that sounded mean.. I'm just tired and grumpy.. can't wait.. to.. read my.. article.. night night ponies in my head. (ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ) Author's Note DAYUM.. this one blew my Teen rating out of the fuckin water! Oh and her "disconnecting Filthy Rich" line made me suddenly think of this HA HA HA HA HA Poison is the Property of Diamond Dazzle Tiara Spoon One must ask if she starts talking to herself after one day of constant rape and beating, is she really suited for this line of work?
Prologue: If you don't read, you are SO lost! When Rarity casts Silver Spoon, a slave she has held for half a year, into the street, she is found a month later, cold, hungry and suffering pneumonia by her best and only friend; Diamond Dazzle Tiara, with the help of a mysterious Changeling Spy. Once driven only by her desire to seek pain and pleasure, Silver Spoon is now only focused on saving Twist and the other foals held captive by The Circle. After suffering abuse of her own from both her father and Rarity, Diamond was fortunate to be adopted by two ponies from another universe. The Spy was sent by her new mother; Sylvia Catherine Spoon, (Silver's anthro counterpart) originally to find the one who allegedly murdered young Silver. After recovering from her injuries and illness, Silver Spoon had to go with the changeling Spy known as "Gaze" back to Fancy Pants; the leader of The Circle, who was obsessed with sending his servant to find Silver Spoon. Silver's job was to gather Intel against The Circle and it's members to help the Spy complete the mission. She had to keep Fancy "occupied" in order that the Spy could go about his business and arrange a rescue of over 100 foal slaves the Circle was keeping locked away in an underground dungeon known as The Gallery. Meanwhile Rarity was arrested for the murder of Silver Spoon. Diamond Tiara (AKA, "Dazzle") had to go undercover as a prisoner to watch Rarity and wait for The Circle to make their move against her, for her perceived betrayal. The changeling "Poison" would pose as a guard and take the Circle member's place, thereby gaining her entrance into Fancy's depraved world. During her time as Rarity's cell mate, Dazzle gets to know Rarity as more then the monster that raped her. A bond is forged, one that will set Rarity on the path to redemption. Those that oppose Fancy's rule of the Circle, break Rarity out of jail and Dazzle along with her, leaving Dazzle stuck at the home of another Circle member; Dr. Triage, one of those seeking new management for the Circle. Rarity was a prime candidate to oppose Fancy, but after her time with one of her former young victims she was made to see that what was really important in life was her sister and Silver Spoon, the filly that loved her despite all her cruelties. Rarity plays her part in rallying the disenchanted members of the Circle against their current leader, only to set them up for the changeling spies to take them down. It is now one week from the time "Gaze" has informed them they will move against the Circle and affect a rescue. One week before "Operation Daybreak" would break the Circle, and herald an end, to their mission. For all their efforts, Silver, Dazzle, and Twist, look forward to the day the can all return home. Author's Note A few changes have been made to the characters age and personalities from the originals. Case in point: Silver Spoon was 8 by the end of A Silver Sky and this Silver is aged up to 15. So sorry for all the confusion. this group of stories is the culmination of an RP with a very special pony Diamond Dazzle
Tarnished Silver: TemptationTarnished Silver: Temptation. I lay in my posh canopy bed in Fancy Pants mansion, surrounded by dozens of stuffed animals, porcelain dolls and other girly things he thought I might like. “I’m 15 and he’s treating me like an 8year old.” I roll my eyes and scowl at one of the stuffed animals on my bed. A teddy bear, brown fur and amber eyes. Inexpensive, durable, perfect for me to direct all my frustration and anger upon. I kick it as hard as I can, with the same two legs I once used to smash Fancy's face in, when he tried to kill Sweetie Belle. I watch it fly across the room with a hole in it's head, spewing out cotton like it was gore and brain matter! I watch the terminated teddy bear fall to the ground with a certain amount of satisfaction, smirking as I thought, just how good it felt to buck Fancy in the head at the last gathering. "Doddering old foal." I snapped to my self, thinking how he had sent his servant, "Gaze" to fetch me, not knowing that he was a changeling Spy sent to bring "The Circle" to it’s knees. I lie back and think about my first time visiting “the gallery”. At first the sight of other foals in bondage had turned me on, initially. How a part of me wished I could be one of them. Only a golden key around my neck set me apart from them. With it I could unlock any of the private "guest rooms" in the gallery as well as being identified as a patron and not a resident. I had considered maybe asking or demanding one of the other patrons present to treat me as roughly as they would a gallery foal. But that was before I gained an audience with Twist. Now I can't get the picture of Twist’s half broken face out of my mind. “Hang in there. I won’t abandon you.. I promise.” I swore to myself more then anypony else as I go over plans, I had set in motion, in my head. Once again I had Fancy wrapped around my little hoof, just as I had at the Gathering, despite my assault on him to rescue Sweetie from the magical grasp that had her gasping for her last breath. "I wonder if I knocked him senseless?" I chuckle. Just then a gray unicorn teleports in, as silent as a ghost, without all the fanfare that usually accompanies a unicorn's arrival. A large and coy smirk cracks my muzzle as I stare down the stoic servant of Fancy Pants. “Good Evening ‘Gaze’.” My tongue drips with sarcasm. I am neither happy nor dejected to see him. Right now I could care less "this better be important, popping in on me like this" I think to myself. The unicorn smirked, in response. Only I see him smile and even my blood turns to ice when he does so. The unicorn is suddenly enveloped in a flash of green flame. As the emerald tempest subsides a changeling in a dapper blue jacket, white shirt, and tie is left standing in his place. "Bonjour little Spoon" the changeling male greets with a sneer of serrated teeth as he levitates a cigarette to his lips. “Ugh.. must you Mr. Cypher?” I sneer and recoil in revulsion, making a scene more so then it is needed. My melodrama gets my point across. The changeling sighed “I guess eet wouldn’t do well to leave a cigarette smell in your room, eh little Spoon?” he chuckles and put away in his jacket, his silver cigarette case/ PDA, a gift from his employer, the mare who sent him to find me and the same mare who my best friend now refers to as "Mother". "I imagine Mr. Fancy Pants might indulge me if I wanted to smoke.. but best not to test it. Plus I hate the smell." I turn up my nose, in in-dignified hauteur. "Any messages for me my little partnere en crime?" he asks in his Prench accent. "Just one" I draw out the cell phone I now hide in my room, under my pillow, knowing Fancy has so far respected my privacy and always knocked before entering his "daughter’s" bed room. "Oh two now." I exclaim. "Ms. Poison first said an Indigo Dream came to visit Ms. Rarity. She is a Circle member." I chuckle "Now I remember.. she and her family were with Pipsqueak the whole time at the Gathering. Consequently his experience was far more pleasant then the rest of us.. not that I complained in the least." I smirk coyly. "Go on." he prods with impatience "my MASTER will be wondering why it took so long to run a simple errand." he smirks as well. I nod in understanding of his needing to get back in a timely fashion “Her next message says she failed to get a chance to acquire Target as planned. She had no window of opportunity as Ms. Dream teleported in and out, wasting no time. But Ms. Rarity played her part well. She reacted just as Indigo expected when confronted with the plot against her sister, despite knowing, thanks to Dazzle, that Sweetie Belle is safe." "So Ms. Rarity is helping us?” I ask after finishing my report, a mixture of feelings about this fact, but most of all hope that Ms. Rarity, like myself, can somehow be redeemed for our villainy, perpetrated against my former classmates and other foals of Ponyville. Twist was a special case. What happened to her, I never expected. Cypher sighs “For zhe moment.” he scoffs. For all his abilities to conceal emotion he makes not even the slightest attempt to with hold his disdain for my former mistress, whether she is helping us or not. ”Text Poison back and tell her to remind Dazzle not to trust Rarity.” he orders and adjust his tie with his delicate telekinetic touch, that he uses to expertly fling knives and operate hoof guns with the skill and deadly accuracy of a professional assassin. “Also eef Zhe Circle ees content to leave Rarity to suffer een jail, zhen eet might be time to pull Poison and Dazzle out. Eenform her of zhis for me.” he sighs “Now my little protege. before I go. Tell me. I understand you made contact with our Target?” "She has a name." I scowl with impertinence. "and she’s doing as well as can be expected for a filly in her position. I think I visited the Gallery not a moment too soon. I’m afraid she was only one day or two away from cracking. But knowing I am here has given her hope. I will continue to visit every day." I sigh, the promise once again I make more to myself then to assure anypony else. "And eef Fancy Putz gets suspicious and asks WHY you are going every day?" he raises an eyebrow. I do nothing to hold back my smirk of overconfident arrogance “Easy.. I don’t even have to lie. I’ll just tell him there is a particular filly I fancy.” I giggle at how easy the truth can be manipulated “I may even convince the old foal to let her be my personal slave.” I give a wicked smirk. In flank-sight I likely misrepresented my intentions in that expression “even if I have to keep her chained up in my room, it has got to be better then the Gallery.” I shrug my shoulders in an attempt to act casual. Cypher narrows his big blue insect like eyes and glares at me so hard and so cold that it feels like he's staring through to my soul. I swallow hard as he speaks “You don’t make a move like that without my say so. For now Ms. Twist shall have to stay put and be patient. Continue as you were. I’ll see you at Fancy’s dinner table tonight.” and with that he is gone in a flash. I breath a sigh of relief. my heart pounding from the verbal reprimand. I half expected he would slap me.. I wanted him to.. I was eagerly awaiting the sting of his hoof and the initial shock and fear it would instill in me. It's been so long sense somepony hit me, or insulted me. I miss Ms. Rarity's lack of restraint all the more now. "Ms Rarity" I ponder to myself encase he is hanging around, invisible thanks to his "Cloak and Dagger" or whatever he calls that watch that makes him invisible indefinitely. "If I send this message they might abandon Ms. Rarity.. on the other hoof, I cant let DT just stay in jail with her for nothing." I sigh and suddenly get a devious notion "A jailbreak.." I smirk to myself feeling that old conniving nature being welcomed back, like an old friend "Oh it would be so easy to order Ms. Poison to bust Rarity out if I send on Cyphers phone. But.. Mr. Cypher’s trusting me.." I sigh despondently "But Ms Rarity is in danger as long as she is in there." I grit my teeth with nervous reluctance, feeling temptation pinch the scruff of my neck and try to drag me off like a lioness would her cub. I stare at the phone in my hooves for several minutes, knowing I can possibly save Ms. Rarity but in doing so I take a few steps back from the mare I want to be. The mare Ms. Cheerilee always believed I could be. I take one last look at the phone before popping in a pencil between my lips and using the tip to press the keys, of the device that was obviously not built for one such as my self, with hooves, instead of the hands or claws Mr. Cypher is used to in his true form. I stare at the phone and chew on the eraser between my teeth, a blank canvas, for which to either paint myself as the mare I want to be, or as the filly I was. With this message I can either relieve my dearest friend of the terrible burden I put on her, or risk the entire mission to save Ms. Rarity. I press the tip of the pencil with relative practiced efficiency as I engage in this form of communication that is unknown to my Equestria, called "texting". "Dear Ms. Poison, Mr. Cypher has informed me that you need to remind Diamond Tiara that Ms. Rarity is not a mare to be trusted. He has also expressed that the time has come to reevaluate our strategy concerning Ms. Rarity.." ((Will Silver Spoon honor the trust given to her for such a vital mission, or risk it all by diverting friendly forces to spring her former mistress from prison, jeopardizing the entire operation? The answer will come in RP with Diamond Dazzle)) Author's Note To answer your question yes Silver sends the message as instructed. But before Poison can pull Diamond Dazzle out, Trixie pops in and teleports both Dazzle and Ms Rarity to Triage's mansion.
Tarnished Silver: Gang BangTarnished Silver: Gang Bang (!!WARNING Foalcon and slavery!!)) I materialized at the entrance to the Gallery. A bright red door with no handles. I still wore my golden key necklace over my mother’s pearls, that somehow, Fancy Pants had managed to collect and restring for me, after one of the more sadistic patrons I was entertaining, ripped them off my neck from the back, choking me in the process, and spilling the precious beads on the hard stone floor of the main hall, where the Circle met and conducted their depraved rituals of lust and decadence. They called it "The Gathering". By now my mane had fully grown back out, it being a little over two months since my last wanton act of flirtation with self destruction at the gathering. To keep up appearances I had started braiding it again, where as before it was ripped clean from the roots of my scalp, at my behest, no less. All that was missing from my former self image was the ornamental blue frames that once adorned my muzzle. Ms. Rarity loved my cerulean blue glasses. Even after I stomped on them myself after meeting her, she fixed them and ordered me to wear them. She said they made me look smart and innocent, naive, just the kind of "Filly next door" type she liked to violate. She would constantly remind me that I am a used up foal-hole, whore, with none of those endearing qualities. Luna I miss her so! But The night of the Gathering I left them behind, since Twist already fulfilled the role, naturally, that I needed my glasses to pull off. I imagine those useless shards of glass and metal are still on my bed in Ms. Rarity's basement. "Welcome back Mistress Silver. Will you be having your usual this afternoon?" the burly unicorn guard at the door bowed as he politely inquired. Even had I not been wearing my key, every guard and almost every resident now knew who Silver Spoon was. A fact I was both loathed and elated to embrace, as it helped me in my mission. The adopted daughter and lover of Fancy Pants himself, had been seen their every day, spending no less then two hours and sometimes spending the entire day, only to loose track of the time and be informed by a guard that it was almost supper time. I only pushed my luck once, regarding Mr. Fancy Pants's strict dinning schedule. On my first visit to the Gallery I stayed with Twist well into the night, until I was informed that “lights out” could not occur until every patron had left satisfied and the massive red door closed till morning. The guards only relayed the orders of my master and lover. Otherwise I was the boss and according to Fancy himself his "Perverse Little Angel" was to get everything she asked for and more, or they were certain they would face his legendary wrath. "Perhaps" I offer the slightest of nods in acknowledgement of his intrusion into my personal affairs. A slight nod in reply to acknowledge him. “Although I might be inclined to try something a little more adventurous today.” I gave a wry smirk and a saucy wink. With that I trotted in. I need no escort. This place is as much home to me as was my little spot in the corner on a warn out dirty mattress, in Ms. Rarity's basement a few months ago. I knew every cushion, every chain, every shackle and yet I kept myself from memorizing the faces of the young colts and fillies who were held there, all but one anyway. It was where part of me knew I belonged! It should have been me, Celestia damn it! I should have been chosen to live out the rest of my days as a slave, being beaten, raped and sodomized until there was nothing left but the pain and the pleasure! It was what Ms. Rarity WANTED! for me to be her tool to elevate her status in the Circle! But I digress. I have put such notions behind me. Only the mission matters now. Only saving those who are held without hope. Only setting right what I did wrong, to one pony in particular. The one time I let my self give in to my desire to be hurt, I chose Peregrine, a strapping young blue Pegasus, and a resident of the Gallery, who wanted desperately to feel he had some power over somepony, anypony. Such was the affect of his years of captivity and abuse. Fancy had regarded the marks in my flesh with a slight disdain. I had come up with a story that I could not help myself. The truth is often more useful then a bald face lie. I needed to feel pain now and then as my former master, Rarity Belle had conditioned me to crave abuse! Or so I told him. Not a full truth. It was I that trotted into Ms. Rarity's boutique and said "Hurt me, like you hurt her." Her being my one and only friend; Diamond Dazzle Tiara! What a foal I was. And that was hardly a year ago. Maybe half a year. I kind of lost track of the time. "Your kindness Sir Fancy Pants" I had begun with my respective title for him "is I’m told a rare and fine wine indeed. One I partake of each day. But sometimes I need a harder spirit to make me forget the things I have done for Rarity. The pain I let him inflict was nothing compared to the torments both physical and psychological that she put me through each day." I had summoned a few crocodile tears for added affect. I chuckle as I remembered how I saw both he was impressed with my poetic use of metaphor and sympathetic to the pain I gladly let Rarity inflict on me. Still I had played my part without missing a beat. I smile to myself. I am making out to be quite the spy, establishing and maintaining communications with friendly forces behind enemy lines, all while sleeping in the enemy's bed every night, and keeping my ears perked for "pillow talk" that could prove useful to my benefactors. A good spy always follows orders, and that's one thing I do very well indeed. "Hello, thlut muffin." I trot up to a cream colored filly with red mane and glasses, mocking her as I berate her, and smirk in her face deviously. "Ggood afthernoon, Mmithtreth Thilver Thpoon." Twist bows and stutters in my presence, I drink it in, and let the sadistic thrill wash over me, instilling me with confidence to continue this charade. I wager Twist had little to no idea what time it actually was, but she knew I usually came to visit during the afternoon, while Fancy Pants was busy. She cowered and tucked her tail as I had instructed in private, to show as much fear as she would any other patron expecting to hurt her. "Your recommendations yesterday panned out, slave." I turn to show the fresh welts on my already scarred left flank "Mr. Peregrine worked out quite nicely.. Therefore may haps I shall go easy on you today." I smirk but get little pleasure in channeling my old bully attitude. "Hay FAT STUPID AND UGLY!" I call out with my hoof to my muzzle, for added affect to convey my tiny voice across the room, over the moaning, squealing and crying of the damned. "Like, what rooms are available?" "Rooms 3 and 5.. Mistress Silver." the guard grumbles. "Good. I’ll take Room 5." I turn to Twist "Now round up the Pegasus colt and that other friend of yours.. I feel like a Gang Bang today and she looks like a tasty unicorn mare to shove her horn up my…" "Beg yur pardon.. mithtreth Thilver.. but Aurora isn’t available." she sighs having hid her excitement at the mention of the code word "gang bang" which was her signal to round up both her friends to have a meeting and discuss the break out, for the first time, all together. This also meaning that my plan was fully ripe and ready to be shared. There was just one problem. Twist doesn't usually have as much trouble with her speech impediment as she used to. Her lisp only slips out under extreme emotional duress. Therefore I told her to let it out more often. It helps bolster my image for her to stutter and slur her speech in fear of my presence even though we are both 15 or 14 and I am no larger or more intimidating then she is. But suddenly I get the feeling she isn't acting. "Oh?" I raise an eyebrow and my tone is flat and full of displeasure "and why not.. another patron have her already?" I sneer, passing it off as a "I didn’t get my way so I’m gonna pout about it" gesture, when really I feel sick inside. Twist said nothing but sadly pointed to a young unicorn mare in her late teens early 20s, chained to the wall on a marble pedestal, gagged and blindfolded. Her soft pink coat sported fresh welts all over her body. Twenty years old and still a blank-flank. The thought had not even occurred to me at the time, but looking back I realize it's something I noted about her almost instinctively. I suppose one would be hard pressed to find their special talent in a suffocating pheromone intoxicated pit of misery and degradation such as that place. The placard hanging from her neck read “BIG MOUTH BITCH” My blood runs cold, all my plans I saw in jeopardy. “Best tell me what happened.” I ordered Twist, still glaring at the mare, in deep thought. "It happened yethterday, Mistress Silver Thpoon.. when you were with Peregrine." she sighs. I can tell this is hard for her, but still, I can't afford to coddle her. "Go on." I command sternly, with an air of impatience. Twist adjusts her glasses that she was allowed to keep, most of the time, when they didn't seek to increase her feelings of helplessness, for loss of sight. Of course their are other more practical reasons in such a place, where one would be considered wise to remove the glasses themselves. I know from experience, but I'm not going to get into it here. “Shamrock Dream came looking for him yethterday." Twist began "She calls him her babies’ daddy. But she was told that Peregrine was with a patron. The two of you were in there for hourth.” I nod as I remember being chained up and helpless as Peregrine raped me, sodomized me, and beat me, taking his time. Taking breaks, prolonging his power trip as much as possible, until a guard came to inform me that dinner time was almost upon us. When I didn’t answer right away, he called other guards, but by the time they unlocked the door, Peregrine had my gag out and I was urgently but politely assuring them no harm was done. "She got bored waiting and found Aurora." Twist said sadly "It's well known that Aurora hates the Dream children. That’th why they use her. She openly defies and insultth them.. but yesterday she went too far." Twist bows her head. "Focus Twist.. I haven’t got all day!" I turned and snapped with a cold stare. Twist squeaked. She really did fear me once but her experiences I thought had toughened her to bullies. Some fears are hard to put to rest I suppose. “Right.. well Thham.. I mean Shamrock is only like 12 but she’s altho 3 or 4 months pregnant.” I try to hide my shock, only letting out the smallest gasp “How scandalous.” I smirk with my hoof over my muzzle, acting like I enjoy the tidbit of juicy gossip, concerning a fellow patron, adding a healthy dose of sarcasm to sell my amusement, hiding my true utter revulsion with mock shock. "anyway Aurora couldn’t take it anymore.. during thex.. sex! with another colt Ssshamrock kept blurting out what thhe.. she! would do to her own child once her mother said it wath old enough. She was getting off on it in fact.. Aurora let it slip that she pities the foal that would come from her loins." "At first Shamrock laughed it off and goaded her on. But then Aurora said it should be taken from her, that she is sick just like her mother and siblings. that her whole family is built on the offspring of whores, servants and slaves." She sighs and takes off her glasses looking at me tearfully "so Shamrock screamed.. she brought every guard in listening distanth. They quickly tied Arurora up and left her there as a living thatue.. STATUE!" I could tell her constant lisp was no act and it was starting to grate on both our last nerve. "How long?" I asked blankly, ignoring her outburst as I stared up at the mare, feeling helpless and scared myself. "Thix more days.. a full week total." Twist tried to remain strong and not cry, though she knew her friend would never be the same. I kept staring, it was all I could do “Stupid cunt.” I whispered with no forced indignation. My frustration was very real, and I faulted her for not keeping her muzzle shut and playing the "good girl". But inside I was screaming obscenities “LUNA DAMNITALL we were so close!”. my screams were answered by a familiar snarky voice. "Like, what now genius?" I visibly flinched. The voice of Diamond Tiara had returned in my head, despite my reconciliation with my best friend, prior to beginning my mission of mercy. She, or it, hadn't spoken to me much since the real Diamond Tiara and Cypher pulled me out of the gutter, in Dead Weight Alley, just a few weeks prior. Sweetie Belle had told the spy and my friend where they might find me. Even while I was dieing of pneumonia, the pseudo Diamond never spoke to me. I didn't even realize it was her until i got a clearer head, while recuperating back at the home of Diamond Tiara's newly adopted mother. I was burning up with fever, out of my mind and rambling as my brain cooked! And yet it wasn't enough to burn DT out of my head. “Stupid cunt indeed.. she’s going to blow everything with her little outburst! Bravo Silver.. looks like Mr. Cypher will have to…” “Shutup.. I’m thinking.” I told the voice in a whisper. Twist glanced around awkwardly, though she knows I am prone to talk to myself from time to time, it likely doesn't get easier or less disturbing to deal with me when I am answering my inner monologue out loud, like a raving lunatic! She wisely drew no attention to it. I can only postulate that she could certainly understand, as she used to talk to her self often, as she told me while trying to console me, when I apologized for doing so. The only difference is I more often then not, seemed to argue with myself! Suddenly I turn to the red maned filly with an intensity in my unobstructed lavender eyes, causing her to jump slightly “What are you waiting for, candy vag? Find my little blue dildo and get to room 5!" I stamp my forehoof in annoyance "I’ll take care of this.” I informed sternly as Twist nods. I give her heart entwined candy cane cutie mark a good hard smack, with my fore hoof, as Twist turned to comply, causing the filly to “yipe” and scamper off in search of Peregrine, as bidden. I then turn my attention back to the bound mare, looking up. Her teats were more pronounced and full, showing her age. Her long white mane was slightly unkempt but stunning still against her pink coat. She reminded me of my own dear Diamond Dazzle Tiara. "Don’t worry I’m going to get you down." I whispered up at her. "She cant hear you." a yellow filly with a musical note cutiemark informed "she cant help you but I can.. I’ll do anything.. bleed for you, scream for you.. you can even shit on me if you li…" "Why can't she hear me?" I ignored the hyperactive filly's proposition, and tuned her out as she continued to ramble on. The fillies name was Happy Tune. I had met her briefly on my first visit to the gallery, and watched her take a stallion far too big for her and pass out in the middle of the attempt. She is the last “Junkie” left in the gallery. A sex addict so preoccupied with her fear of going numb that she desperately seeks to feel anything and her eagerness is a turnoff for most patrons. But like her predecessors she was destined to one day go too far, find that one patron that will gladly give her all she asks and more, until either her mind is lost or her very life. Sound like somepony you know? On second thought, don't answer that. Just another reason I can let nothing stop me from getting these poor souls out of here! "Oh Aurora.. really sad what happened to her." Happy Tune rambled on, creating a deafening droning noise in my ears that made me want to tear them off "They put a deafness charm and everything. So she can only feel all the stuff they do to her.. lucky bitch.. Her legs will move again after a few months but her hearing will be damaged or lost forever. Wanna buck me?!" "No." I said flatly, my posture never giving credence to the fact I wanted to strangle the filly and feed her her own tail, just to shut her up! Keeping my eyes on the only unicorn that could ever come close to breaking the enchanted seal over the Outer Chamber in order to affect a mass rescue, I processed what little I could gleam from her rant. Happy Tune sighed and trots away dejected, to sit on a couch and play with herself. She does that allot. "Hey faggot.. get over here!" I demanded of a guard, at the moment truly enjoying his abuse for the torture they put this mare through. The portly guard sighed and waddled over. “Took you long enough, tubby.” I chuckle and point a hoof up at the mare. “Get her down now.. I want her.. I grow tired of clumsy, bumbling, inexperienced fillies and colts.. I want a real mare!” "I’m sorry Ms. Silver.. but she is unavailable for the next 6 days." he tries to hide his smirk and fails. Inside I scream again, loosing my confidence. “Diamond.. help.. I need you!” I beseech the former bully that has once again taken refuge in my head. She sounds nothing like the Diamond I know now, but I need her, more then ever. "OH nooow you need me?" the voice replies with a sarcastic quip. “I need to know.. what to do.. I’m losing them, DT.. help me. What would you do in this situation.. I mean the old you?” "Oh Silver Spoon, you silly filly" the voice chuckles "like, I think you know good and well what I would do." I can almost see Diamond Tiara winking at me with that snide smile. I motion with my hoof for the guard to bend down and draw closer. As he does so I rear back and smack him with all my strength, with a fore hoof across his cheek. The sound as my hoof connects with his jaw and the audaciousness of the act itself causes every eye in the Gallery, guard, patron and foal resident to snap to attention on me. "How dare you speak to me like that! Do you know who I am, asshole?" I yell and growl "Do you honestly think Sir Fancy Pants would deny his lover and adopted heir such a simple request? Now get her the buck down, and take her to room 5, or I’ll have YOU put up there in her place for a MONTH!" "Yyes Mistress Sil…" "Do NOT ever say my name again.. it’s FAR too good for the likes of you!" I staunchly object with a snarl and curling of my lip. The guard nods and begins taking Aurora down and removing the deafness charm. She gasps behind her ball gag as the hearing slowly returns to her. The unicorn guard takes her limp body in his telekinetic field as I follow close behind, my head held high and nose shot strait up “please be all right.. the plan depends on you and Peregrine. without you there is little I can do.” I think to myself. "Kinna like, laid it on a little thick, didn’t you?" “No thicker then you would.” I smirked to myself. "hmph" I could almost see her cute pouting face, and fore hooves crossed in rebuke as I entered the door to private room 5, where Twist and Peregrine were already waiting, sitting patiently on the bed. I looked over the ponies present like a commander inspecting her troops as Aurora was laid to rest her tired limbs on the soft bed. “Leave us.. and do NOT disturb me lest you bring news from Fancy himself.” "Yes Mistress." the guard bowed and left the room. I smirked at my comrades, meeting them all at once for the first time. "Good.." I clear my throat dramatically with hoof to my muzzle "for the sake of Ms. Aurora, who I have yet to be formerly introduced to.. My name is Silver Spoon. Youngest daughter of Platinum and Golden Spoon.. former resident of Ponyville, emancipated slave and currently the agent assigned to placate Fancy Putz." I chuckle, to break the tension in my "war room". Aurora pushes her self up with her weak fore hooves, with some difficulty but manages a soft but tired smile and a sparkle in her rapidly aging eyes ”Nice to.. meet you Silver.. I’m Aurora. Oldest foal in the Gallery.. keeper of the lost.. and currently a mage in training, thanks to you.” "Good" I give a wry smile as I prepare to lay bare my plan for the coming week and check on the progression of Aurora’s magic lessons and Peregrine’s flight ability. "Now that we are all familiar with each other.." I give a wry smile "let the gang bang commence."
Tarnished Silver: Liberty BelleTarnished Silver: Liberty Belle Most little fillies begin with “dear diary” or some other such nonsense. Like, why would anypony address a diary? Are they really not just writing to themselves? Somewhere deep in an evidence locker, in a guard house in Ponyville, sits a little pink book. It contains the life of a little filly who died. It’s unclear exactly when she died. Perhaps it’s when her sister first “discovered” her. Perhaps it’s when the same sister tossed her closest and dearest friend onto the street to die. Killing herself when she realized how much the broken Silver filly meant to the young unicorn whose life she saved. Birthing a new and scornful filly who schemed against her sister to save the Silver filly and the cute little red head they left behind in the hooves of monsters. Only for the unicorn to go home alone with the biggest monster of all. Perhaps it was when that little Unicorn left that sister, bleeding and broken herself, for the guards to arrest, while she went with her sister's attacker to find the friend she lost. Perhaps her soul can now rest in peace, knowing that the Silver filly she promised to save, is alive and well. My name is Sweetie Belle, and I have been reborn at age 15. "Good da…" I begin typing and soon back space "Bad…" again I pause and stare at my new guardian’s old HP screen. I have been clumsily trying to relearn how to write with my hooves. These new “fingers” I am told will make writing and grasping things easier. But for me it feels unnatural and wrong. I was given this electric book like thing, called a “lap top”, to help me explore my new world and collect my thoughts when I told Ms. Sylvia Spoon, I would like to begin my diary again. In truth I never once stopped keeping it. Even after a week or two now and leaving my big sister. In my head I would ask “good day? bad day?” choose which to label it as and then recap the days events. A bad day used to be simple, indicating that my sister or one of her sick friends and or clients had touched me. But I made sure never to mention big sister in my old diary. So if they were expecting to set it up as a chopping block and lay her head upon it, they will be sadly disappointed. For 2 months I could easily say “good day” because my sister was too busy worrying about Fancy Pant’s revenge to touch me or any other foal. But nothing is simple anymore. Now bad days consist of "Bad day- depressed today. Miss my beloved Spoony something awful." maybe something less whiny like "Bad day- had that dream about the one time sis left me in the gallery for three days. And there I was back there, abandoned forever, screaming and nopony could hear me or even cared!" or something simple like "Bad day- came to the mansion and I feel so small. I’m just a little pony in this anthro world. If this house is so overwhelming how can I live in their world? I feel so alone and out of place." or something that just outright breaks my heart, because I feel a certain way about somepony who is nice to me, but all they do is make me feel more alone! "Bad day- I realize I have trouble looking Ms. Spoon in the eye. If she took off her glasses, her face would be identical to the young mare I love. And I miss her even more now." Oh WHY does life have to be so IRONIC!!? And finely "Bad day- Dumb fingers!" But I had my good days. Many in fact! "Good day- Ms. Spoon and Ms. Tiara are two of the nicest mares I have ever met. Ms. Tiara’s real last name is Riche but she only allows her business associates to refer to her by her father’s name. She still has that snotty attitude, but she smiles more, and she is kind to me. Ms. Spoon is even more comforting and charming then the filly who saved me. And no pony touches me here." Ms. Spoon and Ms. Tiara try their best to make me feel welcome in their house, as well as their world. "Good day- Ms. Spoon kissed me good night. I was scared at first as she bent down and kissed my cheek. But it was warm and motherly. I have met her adopted daughter, Star Clover. She is a sweet changeling foal. Both Ms. Spoon and Ms. Tiara are good loving mothers." I am slowly acclimating myself to this body and this world with all it's strange new innovations, created by earth pony ingenuity, unfettered by social or economic handicaps such as prejudice and.. stuff. "Good day: Ms. Spoon let me drive her.. auto cart.. or car as she calls it. I tried to hide what little discomfort there was, sitting in her lap, as she worked the pedals with her hooves. I felt such a feeling of empowerment as I gripped the steering wheel in my new hands. She says one day I would get a license and possibly own my own car. I look forward to it. Then nopony can tell me where to go and what to do." I'm learning there are things about myself that I share in common with my sister. It was scary but Ms. Tiara has been a big help in talking to me about it. "Good day- (I think) was having doubts about my feelings for Spoony. I feared getting pleasure from her suffering when we got a chance to be together. Ms. Tiara sat down with me and assured me that sexual sadism was nothing to be ashamed of if the partner is willing and pleasure is mutual. I came away able to admit that part of me enjoyed big sis and my Diamond Tiara, being tortured after all the bad things they did to me." and finally this "Good day- talked to my sister on the phone. She seemed sincere about rescuing Twist and the other foals and starting a new life. Was finally able to tell her I forgive her, truthfully." My good days had been well distinguished from my bad days. Only once since beginning my new life was I confused. "Good day, bad day?" I had entered in my head. "Certainly not a good day. Watched my sister tortured by a stallion for information on Silver Spoon's whereabouts. Part of me actually enjoyed watching her get what she deserved. The other part of me wanted to throw up on that other part. Big sis held out to protect Silver Spoon. We thought he was sent by Fancy to find Silver and extract his revenge for double bucking the EVER LOVING SHIT outta his ugly BUCKIN FACE! When I finally realized Mr "Gaze" was there to help, I told him everything and begged him to stop. We left Big sister for the guards and headed for Canterlot in a shiny silver cart that moved on rubber tires under it’s own power, like a train. Bad day? no not really a bad day. We got to Dead Weight Ally in time to find Silver Spoon still alive, but very ill. Diamond Tiara cuddled her friend the whole way back to the Spy; Cypher’s, universe where Spoony got treatment. I have asked Diamond, or Dazzle as she calls herself, to use her new unicorn powers to give me a new body so I fit into the world she now calls home.” I have sense learned that what Silver Spoon did to Fancy Pants would be know here as "Letting him have it, with both barrels." or a "Double Tap" depending on whether you ask a city mare or a country mare. But that was the first day I was stumped, until today. I stared at the screen, for the longest time and began pecking at the key board with the tip of my index fingers one by one. It was slow and tedious work. "Good day, bad day? No idea. On one hoof…" I quickly back space "On one hand, I got to see Diamond Dazzle again and learned that my big sister will be starting her new life here as a security operative and corporate spy. My sister the spy? ;^_^" I chuckle at this "On the other hand I saw Miss Dr. Triage again and the memories of the Gatherings came back to me. And I don’t know quite how to feel when asked by Ms. Spoon if I think big sis can be trusted. She assures me that she won't hire Rarity if I am the least bit uncomfortable. Once again I lied to somepony who was nice to me. I give my recommendation and scream a little inside!" I sit back from the desk and stare at my words "I lied to her." With that I close the lap top lid, magically the light and words vanish leaving a screen as empty and blank as my flank and my mind. I crawl into bed, in the guest room my new guardians had provided me. "Bad day.." I whisper "I realize I am, just like her." I do not sleep well that night.. but tomorrow is another day.
Tarnished Silver: Dr. Feel GoodTarnished Silver: “Dr. Feel Good” "I beg your pardon?" I glare at the young pink mare, sitting before me, in my den, a Miss Diamond Tiara Riche The Third. It is obvious that her pony form is unnatural and awkward as she squirms in her sitting position, finally giving up and laying on my couch, like an animal, on all fours. I smirk at this. It is October 27, Year of Celestia 2013. I am playing hostess (reluctantly I might add) to two odd but remarkably fascinating young mares from out of town, far out of town. "What did you call me?" I ask curtly with a sneer. She chuckles with a fore hoof to her muzzle “Dr. Feel Good! Like, that is SO your new code name!” she smirks and laughs harder, only to get a back hoof to the back of her head, by the young gray mare, casually sitting beside her. The gray mare doesn’t bat an eye. She sips her tea gently as she delivers the discipline to her fiancé. The pink mare whines slightly as Sylvia Catherine Spoon sips her tea quietly, crossing her hind legs demurely. Obviously she is well practiced in operating her new pony form. Unlike her mate, who just a few minutes earlier, fumbled with her hooves and dropped one of my fine China tea cups. I made no mention of this, accept to raise an eyebrow in rebuke, even as she expressed her unyielding disdain for me. I even turned a blind eye to her holding the second cup between her hooves, afraid to drop it again. Ms. Riche and Ms. Spoon were not natural born ponies. They are bipedal and posses five digits where there fore hooves are now. Or such is their natural form. "Earth ponies.. why did it have to be Earth ponies?" I curse to myself as we now sit in silence. The only sound in the room is Ms. Riche’s awkward slurping of her tea. This I also ignore, though it grates on my nerves to no end. I have nothing against the lessor races of Equestria. I am many things; a narcissist, and an introverted pedophile, but never a bigot! Unfortunately my experiences with Earth ponies in the past have set me at odds with them. It’s not their fault they were born without magic, or even wings. I do not fault them for what they are. I am merely wary of them simply for the fact that when ever my life seemed to be in turmoil or in question, it was because of an Earth Pony. The bane of my existence. Again it is not their fault. It has nothing to do with who and what they are by design. Only circumstance, fate, random chance, that Earth ponies have caused me so much distress. The lesbian couple, sitting in front of me, have good reason to despise me. They have every right to their contempt for my very life and existence. I hold their daughter hostage. Adopted of course, but no less beloved as their own biological foal. She is not merely in my care, she is in my possession. By all rights, I own her. I purchased her from a friend at a rock bottom price of 20,000 Bit$. For all intents and purposes, Diamond Dazzle Tiara Spoon is my slave! And yet only one of them seems to be dead set in expressing her ire at the concept. They have not come to beg, steal, bargain, nor threaten me for her release. This they could easily affect with the spy and assassin in their employ. If they wanted me dead, I would already be so. No. They come only to visit their darling Diamond Dazzle on her 14th Birthday, to wish her well and take her out for a nice dinner with her sister, Star Clover Spoon. The Changeling foal, barely 3 years of age, is right now watching cartoons in my study with her elder adopted sister Dazzle, my newly acquired sex slave. Or she would have been, had circumstances been different, and I wasn't now hosting her parents for tea! I am beset at the concept of just how ironic, my life can be. And then they intend to return her unto me. For they know all too well, her mission is of vital importance. That the lives of over 100 foals hang in the balance. But first they have opted out of good manners to sit and chat with me, this fine Sunday afternoon. "Lucky me." I think and sigh to myself as we remain in silence. My name is Triage Mash. I am a Doctor. No not "The Doctor"! Is he all you pathetic fan fillies and socially inept colts can think about?! Once I was the most celebrated surgeon in Equestria. Now I am just a another rich pervert in Fancy’s exclusive little club! The Inner Circle. I am not a monster, as my friend Rarity may very well be. I have no desire to see foals suffer. My Victims are all blissfully unawares of what I do to them. And I would never break the bond of trust a foal needs with his or her family, in order to develop into a healthy young mare or stallion. I have no foals of my own, save for Ms. Dazzle. No desire for one either. But I have a beautiful, all be it awkward little nephew, named Buttons Mash. An Earth pony, as it so happens to be. My brother and sister-in-law, (also an Earth pony) have no idea as to my dark desires for the forbidden fruit of a juvenile’s body. I do not look upon my nephew with lust in my eyes, only a love an aunt is meant to have for her brother’s child. Only one other foal has made me feel anything in the last 5 years. That foal rightfully belongs to the two Earth mares that sit before me now. One full of a burning hatred in her sky blue eyes, identical to that of her adopted daughter’s, and the other a calm sadness or indifference in her gentle lavender orbs. I am reminded of 5 years ago when I botched a simple anesthesia spell on a little Earth filly. It’s a well known fact that Earth ponies have a stronger resilience to sleeping spells and the like. My mistake was one of unfamiliarity. Earth ponies are not a majority in Canterlot. But my oversight cost me dearly. The foal awakened during my “procedure” and screamed at the top of her lungs. I was given a sabbatical while the higher-ups debated my fate. Faced with the prospect of life’s work being discredited and my reputation and freedom in jeopardy, I made my deal with the Devil. Fancy Pants offer was clear. Join his Circle or he would throw me to the wolves. I readily accepted. But there was a catch. There is always a catch. I needed four foals to present as a potential offering. 2 colts and 2 fillies to be precise. I told him I had no idea where or how to get my hooves on four healthy foals. That’s when he suggested I bring my nephew along. It took all my force of will not to lunge at him, but staring into the cold emotionless eyes of his servant, and body guard, ”Gaze”, it wasn’t hard to stay my hoof. I refused, politely but still firmly. To my surprise Fancy just laughed and informed me I will do as I am told, but he had no intention of my bringing family to his "Gathering". He said he often provided foals to potential members who knew not how to “hunt” for them selves. Fancy new many shady ponies in the sex trade. I would come to know them to before my dissension was complete. And so it came to pass that I suffered through his little ritual of dissension and the offerings submitted for their approval and what not. I said my lines and made my vows etc etc, and hardened my heart to what came next. The four children at my hooves were not just off the street. They had been foal napped and or sold into slavery on the black market, by ruthless crime families such as The Spoon Family in Manehatten, the Diamond Dogs of Ponyville and other unsavory individuals looking for a quick b$t. One among them was a little yellow Earth filly with a musical note cutie mark, barely 10years old, who had been sold by her own mother to the cartels. Most likely to support a drug habit. She was obviously a crack foal, manic, depressive, possible bipolar disorder.. talked constantly.. wouldn’t shut up about how her mommy used to touch her and make her hurt. Made me sick to my stomach! Her name she said it over and over and OVER until it was forever burned into my memory! "Happy Tune" As it so happened the bastards chose her. They loved how she squealed an cried for her mommy, begging her forgiveness for displeasing her. I wanted to vomit! I contemplated taking my lucky scalpel and slitting their throats! ALL OF THEM! but I was able to make myself see reason. Even as they dragged her away and locked her in the Gallery. They hung around waiting for her to beat on the door.. but there was nothing. Silence reigned. I had to smile as they expressed their disappointment. Since then I had learned to bury my emotions, what little was left of them. I only made any trip to the gallery on official business. As Fancy’s “pet doctor” I was charged with treating any foal who was sick or injured. And in rare cases.. to take the dead away. I try to give them a kind bed side manner. But it is an act. I am far to withdrawn to care, or so I thought. I watched Happy Tune degenerate, with little effect on my emotions. With each visit made, I expected to find she had hung herself. Celestia knows there are plenty of ropes and chains to garrote ones self with. But though her mind was slowly slipping away, she just held on to the pleasure and pain the patrons offered her, and begged for more. 5 years I denied my emotions, pushed them down into a little ball. Until I met her. "Silver Spoon" I wondered briefly if her own crime family had sold her to Rarity? But no.. this filly actually came to her and asked to be abused! For the longest time I wouldn’t believe it. But two months ago I watched as she begged for seasoned sadists to beat and disfigure her, all to honor her beloved Miss Rarity. I my self found I was drawn, mesmerized by her capacity to endure pain and revel in it. When she spotted my lucky Scalpel and ask that I cut her over her mark, I obliged her. She was fascinating, the moans and sounds she made as I carved her flesh. Looking back it is clear to me just how mentally disturbed this child was. But she spoke to me with a grace and sophistication that many adults tried and failed to acquire. I got no sexual thrill from her self destruction at my hoof. But again I admit my passion for finding out just how much she could take, drove me to fulfill her desires. Fortunately for Little Miss Spoon, I was a seasoned professional surgeon. I knew just how deep to cut her to make it scar and spare her any life threatening injury. As I begin to cut her and blood poured out on to her flank, she cried out! Not in agony, but in ecstasy! One by one even some of the hardest members I have known walked away, looking pale. Only a few stouthearted sadists remained. Otherwise I was all alone with her. I had actually met this filly months before. She had taken a dildo, too large for her and too hard and ruptured her cervix in several places. I suspected Rarity having been the cause of the injury. I made my friend a deal. let the filly recover for three weeks and I will wave my fee. She had complied. Had she not, Silver Spoon would have experienced more pain then she bargained for every time she had intercourse, for the rest of her life. But on that day 2 months ago, laying on that couch, she was no patient, she was a test subject. I carved an X right over her little spoon mark. And yet though I was the adult and held the power to inflict pain, I have to admit it seemed like she was the one using me, and every other pony in the room! I can't rightly blame "Fancy Prick" for his obsession with her. She was.. is if nothing else, a fascinating creature. A prime specimen. A lady and a whore all in one demure teenage frame, wrapped with a pretty Prench braid of stunning silver and adorned with a simple yet elegant strand of blue pearls. Well she had those things, before she got carried away and told one member to rip her mane out by the roots. Her precious pearls, the first gift her mother gave her as a foal, as she had revealed it to me, I can only assume must still be scattered across the floor by that couch. I can't think of anypony stingy enough to bend down and pick them up one by one. No that would be beneath them. Bastards. Not surprising she wasn’t chosen. And I don’t mean because she went and kicked Fancy in his stupid head, when the bastard tried to choke Rarity’s sister to death. No. Silver Spoon was a willing slave, just as mentally deranged as Happy Tune. Most patrons want to hear them cry or beg. They get off on it. Have I said "bastard" enough yet? And just a few days ago I met a pony who made me feel shame once more. Diamond Dazzle Tiara. And now I learn she legally changed her last name to Spoon in honor of her new mother. I had purchased her from Rarity, but I was deceived. Dazzle is some kind of Jr Spy or apprentice, working under a mysterious changeling named Cypher. The same Spy and Assassin that Ms. Spoon and Ms. Tiara had not set against me. Though they could just as easily give the order and neither Fancy's little house colt "Gaze" nor the Canterlot Civil Guard would ever find my body, or so I am told. Her friend, the damaged Silver filly, is now a spy herself, keeping Fancy busy, sleeping with him and garnering information from the old fool while keeping contact with her little red headed friend in the glasses, I suspect, inside the Gallery. In 7 days from now their mission will be over. Silver Spoon will return to Ponyville and her Mob family. Diamond Dazzle will go home with her new mothers and my transaction to acquire her flesh will be quite inconsequential. "Operation Day Break" they call it. How theatrical. Makes me wonder is it just because the event will take place next Sunday night, and is predicted to have been resolved and concluded by the dawn, or is Celestia herself behind the scenes, working with these spies and remarkable foals? I am once again guilty of bringing a foal to the gallery to be raped and abused on a daily bases. But she is, in actual fact, a changeling Spy named "Poison" and a full grown adult. She walked in as the stallion, Filthy Rich, but thanks to her I walked out with Happy Tune in my saddle bag. I am unsure what to do with her, so I am keeping her sedated for now. But in saving her, I get a little piece of my soul back. So now knowing the truth, I work against the ponies I once called my brothers and sisters. All I want is my life back. I want my freedom. And if in helping them, I save a few 100 foals or so, well that’s just fine by me. As long as I am not stuck watching them. Author's Note I see Dr. Triage as a pony female equivalent to Dr. House. I came up with the name Triage Mash from the M*A*S*H Unit in military medicine and later realized another fan character shared the name. So by association Milano Mash is Triage's Sister-in-law and Buttons Mash is her beloved (platonic-ally speaking of course) nephew. Dr Triage is a creation of Ham Gravy Tarnished Silver: Dr Triage (my fav filly fooler ;P) SUBJECT: DR TRIAGE AFFILIATION: CIRCLE MEMBER "her coat was an especially lovely shade of autumn gold, which was complimented by her brown mane, always cut short, and her cutie mark, a red Caduceus. These traits made her social life, what little of it there was, relatively painless. She did not find the company of others uncomfortable; she simply did not care for it. No matter how interesting another pony was, she had never met anyone whose thoughts could compare with her own. Whenever she chose to listen to someone else, she always came away disappointed. Why lower herself to speak to others, she reasoned, when she was already in possession of the most brilliant mind in Equestria? Her own thoughts were the best company of all. Triage had always loved children. Their youth meant she didn’t find herself looking down on them for their obvious lack of intelligence. It wasn’t their fault that they were such dull creatures. An adult pony had no excuse, but a child could be forgiven. When she was around them, she didn’t feel the annoyance she felt around grownups.” ((story and character by Ham Gravy)) Diamond Dazzle is the property of Diamond Dazzle Tiara Spoon Sylvia Spoon, Star Clover Spoon, Diamond Rich and Cypher are characters I claim because the SS and DT in my story are hardly like their canon counterparts.
Tarnished Silver: A Poisoned Mind!((!!WARNING: EXPLICIT FOAL RAPE and Slavery!!)) Tarnished Silver: A Poisoned Mind! I lie on my back, on the cold tile of the Gallery floor. The stallion above me drives his tool into my asshole like a Blue Engineer's impact screwdriver on a Sentry II (whatever the buck that means). He is cruel, insulting me and slapping my face, telling me to shut up as I squeal in mock delight. It hurts.. and I hate him for it, still I cry out for more, until finely he hits me hard enough, that I feel even the wanton foal slut I am portraying would finally shut her mouth! I have to be careful. I have been here only a day and yet I am playing a filly that has been here for the past 5 years. A Filly who was only 10 when her mother sold her to gangsters and then she came into the clutches of Fancy Pants and his associates. It’s not easy being the little yellow filly. I don’t have her manic energy or her Earth pony stamina. I have twice now almost passed out during “use” and for a spy I am not that good an actress. Almost immediately I incurred the suspicious eye of one pink unicorn named Aurora. She is the oldest in the Gallery, a mare in her early 20s by the look of her, and yet she has no mark on her flank. I guess she never discovered her special talent. How could she in this place? She knows them all.. or at least she knew them once. Every last one of them. She is like their mother, or older sister perhaps. What does a changeling know of such things? 10 years she has been here, since the beginning of the Circle. And just yesterday she looked at me with a profound distrust. I am trying not to fail my master, my teacher, and my mistresses; my employers and benefactors. but I fear she see’s through my disguise. It was almost a relief when she incurred the wrath of a patron and was silenced and placed on display as a “living statue”. A spy cannot afford to have her identity revealed even by friendly forces. If she had made mention of her suspicions I would somehow have to deal with her. Perhaps not as I had dealt with Filthy Rich yesterday, at least I think today is Sunday. Without my “cloak and dagger” watch I cannot be certain of the time. Time has a strange way of passing either in the blink of an eye, or at a snails pace, here in this Hell. I feel myself drifting again. I begin to feed.. deeply.. draining the stallion of what little love he has. Growing stronger as he grows weaker. He collapses unconscious. I pretend to be curious and ask “Hay Mr.. you all right.. don’t you want to buck me anymore?” as I prod him with my little hoof. The guards shoo me away and carry him out the large red door, we are forbidden to pass through. I smirk to myself and make a mental note not to do that again, accept in extreme emergency. If too many patrons fall unconscious while using me, they might get suspicious. I sigh to myself and return to a couch to masturbate. I have to do this allot to keep up appearances. Both my holes are dripping with their wretched pony seed and for the first time I am disgusted with myself. I thought my previous experiences would make me better qualified for the deep cover infiltration. My role is one I am well familiar with. In my hive I was nothing more then a sex slave to my Prince. And I wasn’t even especially good at that. Being used is nothing new to me. And with my Mistresses; Silver Spoon and Diamond Tiara I have enjoyed myself in serving, letting them tie me up and tease me as they feed me their love in turn. But this.. this I was not prepared for. And with each patron’s visit I feel a little part of me die inside. "So this is what it’s like?" I think as I absentmindedly rub myself "Day in and day out for these poor creatures." I realize I too will suffer their pain, their anger, and their utter despair before my mission can come to an end. My name is “Happy Tune” and I am a slave. As far as I can tell the year is 2013, October 27th and I am trapped here for the rest of my life.. okay I am being silly. That’s just a paraphrase of a quote I heard in a movie. My Silver mistress has many back in her world. I yearn to be back there. I yern for the anthro form she gave me. I feel so powerless without the clawed hands that are granted my species in her anthro universe. You can call me Poison. Obviously I'm not concerned who I am talking to, because I know you are not real. You are just figments of my imagination. A product of my mind trying to escape this stifling, hormone infested cesspit of blood, sweat and other bodily fluids! The stench is terrible. And I come from a damn hive! No wonder my brain wants to escape and talk to you ponies! Have I only been here a day? As many times as I have pretended to play with myself, I've lost all feeling in my sex! Oh you want to interview me? Oh okay, sure why not. I mean it's not like you'll spread it around, being in my head an all.. I guess I am a Red Spy by choice. I like red, it seems more “lady like” while master Cypher has a penchant for blue. I was hatched into this world, as a nymph, and yet with each patron I see walk through that door, I come to despise the world I once thought I knew, that much more. Still the mission is more important. I think it is evening now, that I sit on the couch and rub my young mare hood for the thousandth time today. It is a mechanical and automatic thing I do to play the filly I now emulate. I think back to yesterday when I accepted this assignment.. no.. VOLUNTEERED to go under deep cover in the Gallery. I wanted so desperately to be with my mentor Cypher and his Jr partner; Silver Spoon. Not my mistress but another, a younger pony from this, my world. To be where the action is. To matter. To make him proud. Dr. Triage had agreed to help me. She and Rarity, two members of The Circle, one of our own had manged to turn. I entered the Gallery as Filthy Rich, a pony I had murdered. My first ”back stab” as it were. But really I found I had no emotion in dragging my Kunai across his throat. He got what he deserved for the abuse he heaped on one of our own agents. The lovely Diamond Dazzle Tiara. WHAT.. he's her bucking FATHER! Even to a changeling that is SICK! No I already knew that when Diamond reluctantly ordered the hit. He was headed to a pay phone to dial Fancy Pants and inform him that Rarity was not being held prisoner at Triage's estate. Our entire mission and very lives depended on my "disconnecting" him permanently. For a changeling I am a novice at transformation. I had never mimicked the form of a stallion. It took me hours to learn how to grow a penis and testicles. They were small, but no pony seemed to notice. My date.. or rather Mr. Rich’s Date; Dr. Triage, had carried in a set of saddle bags. They carried my weapons. My 3 “Conniver’s Kunai”, and my “Sharp Dresser” along with a small blow torch that would cut steel if I needed it. All the Pegasi here are kept in chains to keep them from flying. All but one. He must be the one little Silver had to fly Aurora up to the ceiling to break the barrier in the outer chamber.. but I’m getting ahead of myself. Upon reaching Fancy’s Estate I was met by my master in his “Gaze” disguise. He hoofed to me an ”Enforcer” 357magnum revolver which had to be fitted with a hoof size trigger guard and trigger. I prefer my 9mm automatic but Cypher assured me I should only need 6 shots. Plus he had already modified his revolvers, so he could use with his hooves in a pinch. Sadly my magic is weak and I am not well adapt at using levitation and telekinesis. This short coming was brought to the forefront by my failure to shoot Trixie Lulamoon before she could affect Ms. Rarity's early release and teleport Dazzle with her. In flank sight, I should have used the hoof attachment but I thought "how hard can it be to pull a trigger with telekinesis". Turns out something that small and complex takes an EXPERT telekinetic. I aimed the gun just fine but I couldn't hold the shot and manipulate the trigger of my old 9mm. I was harshly reprimanded. Nothing like this mind you, but Cypher did slap me once for loosing our employers' adopted daughter as well as my target. So I took the modified revolver and placed inside the collar and tie Mr. Rich wore, which had been enchanted to hide one weapon, despite my disguise being of a naked foal. It is the one weapon I keep on my person at all times. And SEVERAL times I have been tempted to use it! The guard checked the Doctor's bags, but due to an illusion spell placed on them by Rarity herself, he only saw various sex toys. It was not uncommon for patrons to bring their own favors to the “party” as it was described. I tried to hide my revulsion at her mechanical explanations of the workings of the Inner Circle and the Gallery. I entered with my date. The smell of sex was predominant in my nostrils. How do they buckin stand it!? My escort did not seem to be fazed by the stench. She shocked me by selecting a little yellow filly, sedating her with some sleep spell and picking her up in her telekinesis. She then grabbed me by the tie and dragged me to a private room in back. I put up no fight. Though I was not a true Earth stallion she shouldn’t have been able to force her hoof so easily, against me. She closed the door, it locked automatically, only the keys around our necks could open it from the inside. She explained the plan had changed. She told me that the filly “Happy Tune” was the one she offered to the Gallery 5 years ago. I wanted to hurt her at first. Thinking "what kind of heartless monster purposely leaves a foal in this hell hole?!" But she seemed so sad and sincere as she told me how over the years she had watched the filly’s mind degrade further. She told me she could not proceed with the destruction of Fancy’s Circle without first making it right what she did to the poor little yellow filly with the musical note cutie mark. I sat and listened. It went against my mentor’s authorization but I accepted and told her to tell me everything about the filly so I could replace her. I was not prepared to hear her life story. Nothing so tragic exists in the annals of history! That I am aware of. My master had told me “Silvere tells me zhe foals are not well watched or tally kept. So you will be added to zhe Gallery as a new foal, a 'donation' as Fancy puts eet.” I ignored his sneer of revulsion, I shared his contempt after all. “Anyway as a beginnere, eet should be easier to create a pony foal version of yourself, rather then replace one of those already on the inside.” I had to agree. And I was grateful he had not again brought up my failure at the Ponyville Jail. Not only would it be easier but I didn’t want the responsibility. How fair would it be to the others if I affected the release of one? How would I choose? Never heard a changeling agonizing over such things? Well lets just say I was blessed or cursed with a greater capacity for empathy then my brothers and sisters, depending on your point of view. My questions answered, and my decision was made for me. “This is not up for debate!” Triage barked at me as she levitated the unconscious foal into her empty saddle bag as I informed her what master Cypher had said. She explained that if she left the filly for another week she might not survive. I quickly agreed and flashed into my new disguise. At least it was a female and not too small that I couldn’t shrink my form to match her body mass. She left my weapons, disguised as sex toys, and gave me the magic word that would break the spell and render silicone into steel. She took Happy Tune and left me in the private room to practice being a foal sex slave. Finally after several hours the guard came and let me out That first night was the hardest. The other foals avoided me like the plague. It’s just as well. I couldn’t sleep among them. I trotted to the shower room. There was no dignity here, even though the facilities were clean and the scent of sex replaced with bleach and other cleaning agents. There was no toilets for the foals to use, only stainless steel covered porcelain holes for them to squat over like animals! I used my “cloak and dagger” to go invisible. I had to. A changeling can not hold their form in their sleep. Well most can’t. Master Cypher BECOMES his disguise. It is not merely skin deep. His mind and body become that of the pony he emulates. As such he eats and sleeps in that form 24/7 for as long as he has to. I curled up on the shower room floor and slept. Not long though. I was soon joined by the subjects Twist, and a blue Pegasus. They loudly practiced the Pegasus’s flight. The sound of his hooves kept me up all night, even after I moved into the toilet area and slept on what I hoped was a clean floor. The next morning I was tempted to stay cloaked, but knew my target I had replaced, would be missed. So I forced myself to join the others, and soon learned the depths of their misery. They ate twice a day. Morning and evening. The guards passed out trays of decent but bland pony food, vegetables, oatmeal that kind of thing and gave them 20min to eat before opening the door and allowing patrons in. Water dispensers were kept well stocked and the foals could have all they needed unless they were being punished. I estimate it was around this afternoon when I got my first look at young Silver Spoon as she entered the Gallery. She had changed from the pony who was found starved, beaten, and sick in the alley. Her mane and coat was all fully grown and shiny and other then the scar on her flank she was in good health. She trotted gracefully with the air of a queen. I trotted up to her as she stared up at Aurora, hanging on the wall. I decided to test her resolve. "Don’t worry I’m going to get you down." she whispered up at her. "She can’t hear you." I informed "she can’t help you but I can.. I’ll do anything.. bleed for you, scream for you.. you can even shit on me if you li…" "Why cant she hear me?" Silver ignored my proposition. "Oh Aurora.. really sad what happened to her. They put a deafness charm and everything. So she can only feel all the stuff they do to her.. lucky bitch.. Her legs will move again after a few months but her hearing will be damaged or lost forever. Wanna buck me?" "No." Silver said flatly. I left her side with a dejected look on my face. I had been prepared to break cover and remind her who she is, but I smiled to my self as I went back to the couch and did what Happy Tune did most with her day, play with herself. Looking back I remember thinking “Good girl. Stay the course. Remember Twist is counting on you and so are we.” So for the first time “Operation Daybreak” has a window of opportunity and I begin counting down the days till my mission is at an end. All thanks to that brilliant little Silver filly and her remarkable and brave circle of friends. 7 days from now Fancy Pants will be dead, and the Circle broken. My actions yesterday, put a mentally ill foal in the hooves of a pedophile. Yet even though I have my doubts about trusting Triage, I would not force Happy Tune to switch places with me even if Celestia herself ordered it. She is better off in the hooves of one foal fiddler then here at the mercy of 100s! And so I wait, and play my part. Patiently awaiting the chance to strike, and kill again, to protect the foals now in my care. Looking forward to never coming back to this universe once done, and spending my days in the employ and service of my mistresses and my mentor. Thanks so much for keeping my brain company. Finally the last patron walks out of here, I hope his dick falls off! Damn door is closing, lights out finally! I think I'll just fade out right here and haunt the main chamber. Just have to set the timer on my "Cloak and Dagger" Nopony is claiming my couch. Too afraid of me.. they should be.. oh that sounded mean.. I'm just tired and grumpy.. can't wait.. to.. read my.. article.. night night ponies in my head. (ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ) Author's Note DAYUM.. this one blew my Teen rating out of the fuckin water! Oh and her "disconnecting Filthy Rich" line made me suddenly think of this HA HA HA HA HA Poison is the Property of Diamond Dazzle Tiara Spoon One must ask if she starts talking to herself after one day of constant rape and beating, is she really suited for this line of work?
