((!!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?