Dog Days of Ponyville: Doggie Deux Part 2

Silver Spoon wakes up on the floor of her kennel, her nostrils are assaulted again by the smell of canine waste, only this time it is her own.

Silver Spoon groans and turns up her nose as she glances at the little pile she left in the left hand corner of her cage. It had been several hours sense she last releived herself. She had cried, she was so humiliated, but had retired with relative ease, having expended most of her energy trying to kick off the door of her prison, and the rest of her energy crying herself to sleep.

"Oh Celestia.. what did I do to deserve this?" Silver groans with her hoof to her forehead in dismay. She recalls her last memories before waking up the last time. She remembers the frantic and desperate voice of Nurse Redheart and the constant beeping of the EKG, the pain in her entire body as she was jump started twice but her motor just wouldn't turn over.

"I'm being punished." she hangs her head, hearing her master's tag ring against the ring on her collar. "But if I'm a dog.. then why was I abandoned? I can't remember anything from my second life prior to waking up in the pound last night." she reasons and deduces her location according to the no frills decor and drab and tacky uniform the strange bipedal stallion wore when he came to yell at her last night.

"I wonder if any pony came to my funeral?" she sighs and takes a drink of her water dish, having awoken again with a very dry palate. "So much for the hope of seeing Poppa again when I died." she sighs "Momma promised me if I was a good girl I'd…" and then she realizes "I wasn't a good girl." she recalls all her taunting and teasing and tormenting of the Cutie Mark Crusaders and her burning hatred for the Apple Family.

"But I changed.. didn't I?" she asks herself. She has given up on inner monologue since having come to the realization that no pony understands her words. "Is it fair that I pay for all the sins of my past, being reincarnated in a faux pony form in another world of upright walking ponies?" though she only saw the one strange pony, she surmises she is alone in this world. "Away from both my parents? Away from the one pony who loved me?" She resists the urge to cry.

"Get it together Silver Spoon.. this is your life now.. no sense crying over spilled wine as momma would say." she sighs, breathing in a deep cleansing breath. She notes something unusual. Her loins feel warm and ache slightly though it doesn't dawn on her why. "I am so not in the mood to clop!" she argues with her body. "I just want out of here.. and maybe some eggs for breakfast." she chuckles as if ordering around her maids back home.

"Home.." she sighs again, with no idea how far her old home is, possibly several universes removed. "I guess my best hope is to get adopted. And hope my master is nice and not an extension of the hell I have been sent to." Sudenly she notices the pressure in her bladder from the previous lapping at her water dish last night. With a sigh of defeat she walks the few steps to the left corner of her cage, turns her hind quarters to the wall and relieves her self after raising her tail.

"I SO hate my new life!" she groans.

Things do not get better. The guard stallion who brings her her 'breakfast' only opens the cage door long enough to drop another dish of the same brown and green slop at her hooves. "try not to spill this one, you stupid bitch." he snaps and slams the door shut in her face. She studies the 5 digits on the end of his arm as he both locks and unlocks the latch.

Silver waits till her jailer exits the kennel through the same heavy metal door with the creaky hinges. She presses her snout through the bars in an attempt to get a good look at the locking mechanism. It is a simple sliding bolt. She can find no pad lock or any other tumbler driven device keeping her imprisoned. She reaches her hoof outside the bars. It would be easier if her hoof/paw had the same dexterity it once did but with some difficulty she manages to slide the bolt out of the locking groove and then pull the tip out of the doorway of her cell.

"FREEDOM!" she proclaims as boisterously as William Wallace as she pushes the door to her cage open and pops out of the kennel, glad to be distanced from her own sorry pile of waste.

As she begins trotting to the end of the hall, the male dogs stand up in their cages and take notice, barking and rattling their cages by scratching at the door with their claws. Eager to get to her and act on the pheromones she is oblivious to giving off. Silver Spoon yelps and quickens her pace, sliding to a halt on the concrete floor in front of the large red door. The handle is set at least three times her hight. She jumps but can not catch the handle in her teeth, falling just short of grabbing it.

She tries again before frantically looking around for something to boost her. There is nothing in her hall way. She drops her head and sighs with despair before she hears the stallion walking again towards the door.

In a split second she has to decide, stand there and wait for the door to open and make a break or go back to her cage and bide her time? Fear gets the better of her and she gallops back to her cage and slams the door shut just as the large door comes open.

"Sunuva…" the guard begins to swear as he spots a trail of wet paw prints leading out of Silver's cage. Aparently Silver had not realized her rear hooves/ paws had gotten soaked when she 'visited the restroom'. A few yellow paw prints lead out right in front of her cage.

Silver breaths a sigh of relief as she heard the door close and the stallions hoof steps fade away.

"Now whose the stupid bitch?" Silver smirked, rather proud of her self.

She had just begun to try and figure out how to get passed the second obstacle when the door came swinging open with such force that it hit the side of the wall, causing her neighbors to start another uproar, drowning out his hoof steps.

Before she knew it her opponent was standing at her front door and quickly snapped a pad lock through the latch on her bars. "HA! Thought you're so smart? Not so smart now are yea?" he chuckles in his triumph. "I'll just let the volunteers hose out your cage, you little shit." he walks away laughing.

Silver sighs and flinches as she hears the door slam shut. By this time her paw prints have dried and she doesn't notice. She has no idea how he knew she escaped "I guess that answers my question." she dips her hoof into her gravy and writes "Bitch" on the wall of her cell. She then dips her hoof again and draws a line to mark her first day as a prisoner in the pound.

With that done she hesitantly resigns her self to having breakfast, bending down and gobbling her kibble. The taste is not as bad as the first time. She seems to be rapidly adapting to her new body. The act itself is automatic and no longer as exciting, thought her loins still ache to be touched. She ignores her other needs as she scarfs down her dog chow.

"Shure.. Volunteers.. no different then when the maids came to clean up after me." she reasons and tries to ignore the mess and the stench coming from the back of her cell. Surely the volunteer would be along to clean her cage, and maybe while she is out, she would get some exercise or even, dare she hope

A Chance for escape?