Tarnished 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.