Author's Note

It's Fireflower again with my first My Little Pony fanfic sequel that, like its predecessor, is Mature and goes beyond the typical oneshots I'd made from before and using canon characters as human beings instead of their normal forms who have grown up over the years; however, this is nonetheless a Mature fanfic for that this chapter here will deal with a certain subject matter considered unsuitable for certain readers.

In addition, I would like to take this time to inform you that this chapter is only a flashback and a nightmare too but it can and will bring shock, awe, and outrage out of you in ways too horrible to imagine so it's with a generous heart and mind that yours truly has uploaded another chapter after this as well on the same day no less: for those of you amongst themselves wishing to skip ahead, please do so; I promise, this one will help calm your nerves a bit for the most part.

As always, My Little Pony, or rather Friendship Is Magic, including its settings and characters belong to Lauren Faust and Hasbro; however, this concept of my fanfic belongs to me so I will say this line one time only: please do not steal this story or I will sue.

Lastly, let me also say that I hope you can withstand this chapter now and stay tuned for future chapters later on then again, you have but a few options: stop right there and wait, go back to the beginning, or skip ahead to the next chapter; whatever decision you make, I won't blame you but consider yourselves warned.

Rust

There was a complete absence of light dominated the environment, shrouded in mystery and suspense that relied consistently on the element of the uncertain. While there had remained a likely chance of loneliness filling the air itself at once, the atmosphere was likely enough to clear out within due time for one reason or another. Additionally, even at least a few clues were providing some semblance of substance that dwelled inside even with the lack of a solid terrain, let alone earth.

Out of the very few possibilities that were becoming unveiled rather slowly, only one stood out amongst the pitch black darkness: a dark skinned female lain out and about in a slouching slump. Donned upon her very visage was but a singular wide lens pair of eyeglasses with a cerulean frame being held securely in place at once. The dark skinned female had but only a simple teal blouse worn upon her torso, complete with some small red buttons fastening them all the way to the very top. A rubber band was colored in a hue matching that of her very spectacles, tying itself around the silvery tresses as it created a short synthetic tail at the very end but leaving the rest of the top alone to say the very least. A long beige skirt was instantly found to be already adorned firmly around the female’s waistline, bearing the image of fine flowers in the valley. There were even some black shoes worn by her very feet being a few shades rather brighter than the void she was in.

“Uh, what in the world is this place; how did I get there all of the sudden and why can’t I even try to stand up all of the sudden…?” the female had groaned at once, struggling quickly to stay conscientious of the situation thereof.

As her lively purple eyes had quickly flown wide out in the very open, she began to study the minimal surroundings all across the way. The female had been quick to find that the visibility provided for her was a poor sight for even the sorest of eyes to say the very least. An extremely low pitched droning was already piercing both of her ears with the otherwise occasional whine interspersing along with it as well. The scent was by far nonexistent, save for a rather faint yet pungently acute aroma emerging from beneath the very fabric that the female wore. Although that the jet black void itself had lacked any semblance in substance whatsoever, she could feel a strange barrier behind her responsible for such posture. Because of all these factors, whatever picture that had popped into the female’s mind was far from that of a new morning beyond the horizon.

As soon as she started to struggle about, a loud slap was heard followed by a pained shriek, “AAH!”

“What the fuck?!” the female soon interjected as she turned to her side within an instant no less, “what’s going on…?”

“FUCKING BITCH…!” a loud snarl had come from there, quickly assaulting both her ears all at once as it had an aura of masculinity.

As the female became introduced to those new voices, the scream from before subsided into sorrow, sharing the same gender as the former save for a few differences, “why are you doing this; what did I ever even do to you?! I just don’t understand this madness you are bringing here…!”

“You think that matters here, tramp?!” the snarling from before had made its way once again, “we’re out in a war stretched out on the home front thanks to people like you supporting that bastard of a Prime Minister Gelatin and everyone out there’s in a panic. Ever since that these subversive fucks had gone and went to kill off the new princess, no one and nothing is ever even safe in the country anymore: the towns, the cities, not even the fucking capital. As far as I am ever even concerned, it’s already only a matter of time until the enemy comes in and tries to even wipe us all out so the least you can do to make up for this mess is to have a moment of your time already…!”

“Just because my husband’s a man about town doesn’t mean that he’d supported that maniac one bit; even I didn’t want him on the team…!” the first voice spat back before another slap crackled about at once.

“Is that who I think it is… mom…?” the observer listened in as she struggled about some more within the miniaturized space she was already in.

The female then shut her eyes briefly upon hearing the sounds of sharp contact being met with haggard yelps; soon, the male voice had snapped back, “SHUT THE FUCK UP, YOU BITCH! I had never asked for your second opinion at all here; while you and your fucking kind were all getting fat and happy out on the sidelines, soldiers like myself here have fought and died just to keep the peace from being torn asunder at the seams! We had ended up losing a whole lot of our comrades recently ever since that bombing at the Terminal: my friend, Macintosh, had even went missing and all they found was that fucking slut of a terrorist no longer in the hot seat where she was supposed to!”

“I’m sorry about what had happened long ago but it’s not like we’d predicted this would take place…!” the first voice had slowly whimpered about all at once, causing the timid observer to squint and squirm in the process, “besides, why would you just take it out on me if you hate the Prime Minister?”

“Mom… what are you even talking about…?” she peeped only quietly, keeping her own voice down as to avoid detection.

The female listened to sounds of pain quacking emerging yet again following the slaps as the attacker yelled, “I SAID SHUT UP; IF I HAD WANTED YOUR OPINION, THEN I WOULD HAVE ASKED FOR ONE!”

“Hey Dagger…!” another male voice had interjected, bearing more differences compared to the first one, “are you there…?”

“Not now, Razor… can’t you see that I am fucking busy with her?!” the aforementioned listener had just spoken back all at once already with some venom instantaneously sustained in its very place.

As she began to struggle about upon hearing those two names come into her ears, the other female’s voice now came about, pleading so lugubriously, “please… don’t do this; I beg of you…”

“I see then; you realize that the invading army’s gonna be here soon, aren’t you…?” the second male had only replied about within an earshot in due time, “we got bigger fish to fry here anyway…!”

“I’m not some fucking retard out here; besides, we still got plenty of time to have some fun with her…” Dagger had quickly spat out while some soft crying had now begun to take place all at once.

Razor scoffed and responded to him with a hint of fury, “how…? She’s not the enemy, you know…”

“But her husband’s a politician and I have hated them since they had voted for that fucking psycho recently…!” the primary male had instantaneously elaborated all at once in due time no less, “at least with the likes of him now gone out of the way, nothing else won’t even stop us yet…”

“I’m telling you: my Trigger never even voted for Gelatin…!” a wail broke out for the very two to hear aloud at once.

Despite the sadness that ended up on the air, it had soon fallen on deaf as another crackle was being heard again followed by a rather frustrated grunt, “damn, you’re such a broken record here; you know what I should do to you here? I ought to be wrecking you to pieces for defying me, you dumb bitch…!”

“No… please don’t…” the feminine voice murmured about before it had quickly escalated into a pained shriek, “GEERAAAAUUUHHH!”

“MOMMY!” the enclosed female cried as she began to hear the attacker grunting ferociously at once; sadly, anything she could even do to break one out from that dark space was rendered moot to say the very least.

As she heard the timid crying being let loose into the thin air, Dagger chuckled about darkly at once, “do you like that, you motherfucking cunt; pleased to find that my own huge cock is now the only thing that’s keeping your whore mouth from repeating itself already? You’re such a high priced little whore and I have even fucked a few whores during those very days; it would only seem like yesterday that you couldn’t wait to have another gourmet brunch along with the other sluts.”

“STOP…!” his victim had quickly cried out in some pain and agony at once, “YOU’RE HURTING ME ALREADY…!”

“CAN IT, YOU BITCH…!” her attacker only spat out, a loud slap was heard once more in an instant, this time with feeling.

As she kept on crying about, Razor interjected at once, “Dagger, stop this; you’re going too far…!”

“Fuck off, will ya; besides, when I’m through with this shriveled up wench here, she’s gonna wish that she’d ran away at the first opportunity!” the aforementioned voice had just snarled back at his partner already before returning his focus back on target at once, “just look at yourself here, spending your days with other movers and shakers twenty four hours a day, getting full of yourself on some shitty high cuisine, and him almost certainly considering the thought of fucking all of other rich chicks just like you but younger. Just because you’ve gotten all of the jewel encrusted shit here and there with a big ass tax refund doesn’t make you a great fucking citizen; you’re just another two–bit slut with a high maintenance price tag like all the others.”

“That’s not true… that’s not true at all… THAT’S IMPOSSIBLE…!” the occupant suddenly screamed rather loudly even though that she had already remained unheard of so to speak; even now, her very eyes became watery at once.

Nevertheless, Dagger’s victim wailed at once as she remained at his mercy, “please, I’m bleeding right now…!”

“SO FUCKING WHAT, WENCH?!” he screamed all at once before making another slap onto her within only a few seconds, “your own pain is absolutely nothing compared to the recent bloodshed that I had witnessed at the mercy of the enemy we’ve been fighting. Besides, it won’t even be long now until you come like the fast and loose bitch that you truly are and from the way I see it, it’s going to be real soon here. Not all the currency in the whole wide world will ever even make the pain go away for the time being; after all, you ought to be enjoying this right… about…”

“HNNAAUNHHHH~!” a weary moan had echoed from the male’s target before quickly downgrading itself back to a rather wheezy struggle for some dense oxygen from the tense atmosphere.

A deadened silence had now filled the atmosphere as the shell–shocked listener remained in place with an abundance of changes all throughout the very way. The wide vibrant eyes of a royal purple that circled around were being offset by the faint yet sharp redness that accumulated beyond those irises. The thin silvery hair that was residing upon her head was standing on endwise with some of its thinnest strands already being found to be out of place. The female’s pearly white teeth have even been flashed out and about rather tightly widened about in a short series of chattering against itself. The dark skin already plastered over her very tender face was quickly becoming moistened with teardrops as she sniffled about in the process. The female also felt her ears shaking about as the panting and moaning had now begun to invade both of them all at once.

As she had silently sobbed to herself, Dagger laughed maniacally at once and said only coldly, “see, even after all this time and she ends up bursting like a hose, every one of them whores does.”

“You’ve had your fun…” a faint gasp escaped before it metamorphosed into a sorrowful howl, “just kill me already…! I don’t want to live in a world where such bastards like you are running the show like this…!”

“And then what: I go and end up being one of the same as these very fucks; how about NO?!” the brazen attacker had bellowed as some sharp sturdy footfalls were now just being heard afterwards.

A brief silence made its way across the tense and bitter atmosphere before it was shooed out again, this time by Razor who said, “why don’t you do as she says, Dagger; can’t you see that’s what’s she asking for already…?”

“And I said ‘absolutely not’ Razor…!” the aforementioned attacker replied, this time rather coolly than before, “besides, she’ll have plenty of time in getting to decide what happens to herself and the way I see it from the looks of it all, it would be best to go ahead and make it quick.”

“I hope you… I hope you… I hope you burn for this…” she now cried softly as one set of footfalls from one male became doubled at once, already in the process of leaving her alone all at once.

It wasn’t even long until a sudden slam soon made its way across the void as the golden silence slowly but surely returned all at once; at that point in time, the unseen observer had found mercy in both of these tepid ears of hers. For a rather small moment no less, it would have seemed at least that tranquility in and of itself had now returned to the graphic scene all at once, no longer being at the risk of being spirited away by such a noise like the one before. Of course, given what had already happened to have taken place in the distant past short measurements of time itself, not even this very false peace thereof would perhaps barely last to say in the very least whatsoever.

The female that heard it all had begun to tremble about and sniffle, silently seeping out some small teardrops from the shaky purple eyes before she had sobbed all at once, “oh, MOTHER WHY…?”

Even though that she remained hidden away within the jet black void, her sorrow had become louder each passing second as the system shock became rather all too much to bear for the most part.

“Is this it: a future of being subjugated by such injustice from all around; isn’t it what we’ve raised our Silver Spoon to avoid being a part of…?” the eponymous listener heard being choked out in amid the sorrow and anger being expressed in due time, “I glad that she’s not around to see this but I don’t want to wait any longer to tell her what happened to me; in fact, it wouldn’t surprise me if Trigger dumps me aside when he finds out about it. I just hope that whatever happens, he takes good care of her and makes sure that she grows up to be a strong and kind woman than I have been and could be; at this rate, I won’t be able to join them both safely without getting caught in the crossfire.”

At that point in time, the observer’s face currently contorted itself into that of horror as she soon heard what had been already said for the most part. Silver Spoon then found her own set of lips quickly quivering about even as the rest of the entire body remained frozen solid in place like an old snake. While she had suddenly stopped crying, her mother nevertheless continued onward where she had left off, shuffling around a bit rather haggardly before some metal started to clink about.

“What is she doing; is that…?” was all that Silver Spoon could choke out before the sounds stopped itself in place.

By now, only the trembling listener can hear her sob out despite being rather quietly, “goodbye, Silver…”

“MOM, DON’T–––” she cried loudly before some wet gurgling had quickly popped up in the mix; now, an aura of learned helplessness already surrounded her as she shook about against the unseen confinements in a blind fury before subsiding already to say just two words: “I’m… sorry…”

It was without a doubt that Silver Spoon became truly alone as she were before, wallowing in sorrow upon hearing the whole turn of events unfolding before her very ears; while fortunate to not experience what had occurred, the end of it all refused to paint a picture befitting even so much as a bittersweet symphony.