Silver Spoon's Mark
Rarity busied herself in her Inspiration Room, combining different patterns and styles. To the casual observer, she was still the same fashion-loving pony she had always been: fussy, a tad scatterbrained at times, and a bit too preoccupied with style, but a beloved and valued member of the community nonetheless. If she had begun showing signs of strange behavior in recent months, it was quickly dismissed as Rarity being Rarity. You know those creative types, ponies would say; it's in their nature to be oddballs. She just has her quirks, that's all.
Rarity was well aware of this chatter, and did her best to subtly discourage it from going any further than idle gossip. Her clothing business was more successful than ever, even if some observers had noticed that a certain spark had gone out of her designs. But her many wealthy customers from Canterlot kept her firmly in the black, so if the quality of her work had decreased a bit, it hardly mattered.
The truth was, Rarity no longer cared about fashion. Her art had evolved past mere clothing.
But it was important to keep up appearances, and so Rarity milled about with her fabrics and gowns, adding gems and flourishes to garments with an almost robotic efficiency.
Her concentration was broken by the sound of the door opening. Silver Spoon hobbled into the room. There were red marks on her face, and she was having noticeable trouble walking properly.
“If you leaked any semen on my carpet,” said Rarity, without looking away from her work, “I'll sell you to one of my clients in the Griffin Kingdom. His brothel could charge quite a bit for an underage pony.”
“It's still inside me, Miss Rarity. All of it. I knew you would want me to be careful.” said the filly. She sounded exhausted.
“Hmm. Very well. So,” said Rarity, “How was your visit with Hoity Toity? And do go into detail.”
“He kept saying how disappointed he was that I wasn't a boy,” said Silver. “He said that he had a colt in his employ that was more beautiful than I would ever be. He kept slapping me while he fucked me, saying I was born worthless because I don't have a cock. I think he was really angry. After he came inside me, he spit on me and said I had been a waste of his time and his seed. I felt so inadequate...I always heard that stallions were easier to get off than mares...”
“It varies by the stallion. That's what you get for making stupid assumptions.” said Rarity.
“I'm sorry...” said Silver, hanging her head as she shouldered the awful feeling of having let Rarity down. “I'm so sorry I failed you...I'll do whatever it takes to make it up, just please don't send me away from you...”
“Hoity is an important client, and I take care of my clients. For your own sake, you would do well to remember that in the future,” said Rarity. She still did not look up from her sewing. “But I MAY have neglected to tell him that the surprise I had for him was a filly. Hoity Toity despises females, you see. He tolerates me because my clothes make him money, but that's all. When he's especially horny, he'll make do with a girl, but he rather dislikes sticking his cock in anything. I'm afraid Mr. High-and-Mighty fashion mogul has a bit of a penchant for being sodomized.” Rarity giggled with delight at knowing Hoity's dirty secret.
“Oh! Well, next time could I borrow one of your strapons to use on him?” said Silver. She was constantly looking for ways to help her beloved Rarity, even if she knew she would never receive any gratitude in return. In fact, gratitude was the last thing she wanted. She had always felt guilty receiving positive words from anyone. Deep down she always felt she didn't deserve them.
Rarity laughed at Silver's suggestion. “Oh, you are so naive,” she said. “Hoity doesn't want to be fucked by a filly with a strapon, he wants to be fucked by a colt. To him, the difference is like night and day. And besides, you've had both males and females in your dirty little hole by now. Don't tell me you can't tell the difference.”
“Just the one male...” Silver pointed out. Hoity Toity had been the first male Silver had ever been with. From now on, no matter how many stallions and colts used her – and she imagined there would be quite a few, considering her circumstances – the fact would remain that her first male lover had been a misogynist who had only fucked her as a means of mechanical, empty release.
Silver Spoon gasped as she realized that Rarity had intentionally engineered her first male encounter to be this way. She'd used it as just another opportunity to hurt and embarrass her broken toy.
Once again, Rarity had shown her such beautiful cruelty. Silver sighed with admiration.
“On that note,” said Rarity, “Hoity is coming back on the day after tomorrow to pick up his order. I think I'll have you help me abduct Pip the night before. That way I can give Hoity something he'll actually enjoy.” Rarity spoke of the kidnapping and rape of a young colt as if it were the most mundane thing in the world.
“Yes, ma'am,” said Silver Spoon. “Should I go back to my room now?”
It had been a week since Rarity had taken Silver's virginity. Since then, Silver had slept in Rarity's basement, which contained little more than countless cobwebs, a thick layer of dust, and a mattress. Silver had cleaned the area up as best she could, and had even borrowed some sheets from Sweetie Belle, who looked at her with such profound pity and sadness that Silver found it very uncomfortable to be around her. She had tried to apologize to Sweetie for her past taunting, but the unicorn filly tried to avoid her as much as possible.
After a week, the dank basement room almost felt like it was hers. She lived beneath Rarity, literally and figuratively.
Rarity ignored Silver Spoon's question for a moment, but then she had a thought. “Do you know something? I'm bored, but I'm too busy to touch you right now. Let's see if you're good for anything besides being raped and beaten,” Rarity said. “Talk to me.”
“Oh! Um...” Silver Spoon wasn't sure what she should say. “I...um...should I tell you what else Hoity did to me?"
“Why would I want to hear something arousing when I'm too busy to do anything about it?” asked Rarity. “By Celestia, you never think ahead, do you? Are you even capable of conversation or did you just echo whatever Diamond Tiara said for most of your life?”
Silver wasn't sure what the answer to that was. It wasn't that she lacked conversational skill. It was just that she usually did not have the chance to use it. Diamond Tiara tended to drown her out, in more ways than one.
“I'm sorry...” she said, unsure of how else to respond.
“Ugh. Will you PLEASE stop apologizing? I know about your pathological need to please me, you don't have to reinforce it,” said Rarity. “Hmmm...alright, there is one thing you could tell me. Your cutie mark. What in Equestria is a spoon supposed to symbolize?”
“Oh...” said Silver Spoon. “This. I...hate my cutie mark. I always made fun of your sister for not having one, but I think part of me was jealous...”
“I didn't ask how you felt about it, you idiot. I asked wheat it means.”
Silver Spoon sighed. She didn't like telling this story, but she didn't want to disappoint Rarity.
“I'm sure you know this, but the Silver family owns most of the silver mines in Equestria. They've been in our family for generations. And in our family, there's a tradition. Colts born into the family take over the business. Fillies get married off to the sons of important business partners.”
“Oh, no,” said Rarity, with exasperation in her voice. “So all this time you were just another bored little rich girl looking for a thrill. I should have known.”
“No, it's not like that!” said Silver, “There's more to it. You see, since my...function...had been decided from the start, my parents didn't really have a lot of time for me. Dad works all the time. He's hardly ever even home. And Mom..."
Silver sighed again. Just thinking about this made her feel humiliated, let alone talking about it.
"Well...there's a reason I knew about sex at my age. She...plays around with the servants. And dad's friends. And sometimes just random stallions she brings home. If I went into the foyer after bedtime, most of the time I'd see her there with some stallion. Or a group of them. When I was little, it was so scary...”
“Oh, I'm sure it was. But you couldn't look away, could you?” said Rarity. She finally looked up from her sewing.
“No...it was scary, but it was so...interesting. I didn't know why. Those stallions looked like they were hurting my mom, but she always seemed to love it. She would ask them for more, and the next night she'd be with a new stallion. It was just so confusing...sometimes in the morning, I'd find her passed out on the couch, with cum still leaking out of her. I'd always pretend not to see, of course...I'm not sure what she would have done to me if she'd known...”
Silver shook her head. "I just didn't understand. When I was little, all those shouts and moans sounded so terrifying. I thought my mom was in pain, but all she would do was ask for more..."
“I've seen your mother. She has an orange coat, does she not?” asked Rarity. “Tell me, does your father have a gray coat like yours?”
“No...” said Silver, with some trepidation. She knew where this was going.
Rarity laughed. “Oh, now this is getting good! Do go on, my little bastard!”
“He could still be my real dad!” said Silver desperately. “Sometimes coat colors skip a generation...”
“Of course they do, dear,” said Rarity. “I'm sure Daddy neglected you because he was busy, and not because he knew that you're nothing but the unhappy consequence of some random stallion rutting with your whore mother.”
The words had hit their target. Rarity smirked as Silver began to cry softly. “But...but...sometimes he would be nice to me...” Silver whimpered. “On my birthday or...on Hearth's Warming he'd make time to...”
“To keep up appearances? To let himself forgot for one day that he was stuck caring for the genetic garbage some nameless pervert dumped inside his wife?”
Silver Spoon's knees gave out and she crumbled to the floor. The filly sobbed as Rarity looked on, her amused expression unchanged.
“I know!” Silver said. “I know I'm not his! I've always known! But...but...but...” Her words slowly devolved into incoherent sobs.
“Finish the story,” said Rarity. “Quit blubbering and tell me about your cutie mark like you said you would.”
“Yes...” said Silver Spoon. She did her best to compose herself and wipe her tears away.
“So I found out...that the only time mom and dad paid attention to me...was when I did bad things. If I got good grades they didn't care. If I minded my manners they didn't care. It was expected of a good little heiress. But if I broke things, or cursed, or teased other ponies...then they got mad.”
Rarity smirked. She liked where this was going.
“And when they got mad, mom would scream at me, and call me names, and dad would say I was worthless...”
Silver Spoon sighed. “But at least they were talking to me. At least at those times, they knew I was there...”
“You truly are a little wreck,” said Rarity. “But an entertaining one, at least. Continue.”
“And when me and Diamond Tiara became friends...my parents hated her. They always yelled at me for being around her. But that just made me like her more. She was so mean, so confident, in ways that I could never be. She would hurt so many ponies...and she would hurt me too. My parents were clumsy and arbitrary with how they hurt me, but Diamond knew just how to damage a pony's feelings. She used to be so beautiful...”
“Get to the Cutie Mark,” said Rarity. “I'm growing bored with you.”
“Of course!” said Silver. “So one day my parents were having a big party, so they sat me down and lectured me on how a lady is supposed to behave. And I don't know why, but that day I listened really closely. I acted very proper and polite. It was all an act, though. I hated it, but I did it. And when I was done...when the party was over I had a cutie mark.”
“Of a spoon,” said Rarity, a mocking tone. “So what does that symbolize? That you know how to feed yourself? I suppose for someone as useless as you, that might actually count as a special talent.”
“This spoon...this spoon is our family crest,” said Silver. “A spoon was the first product ever made with silver from our mines. So when I got it...”
With that, Rarity burst out laughing again. This time it lasted longer than before. The white mare held her sides as the full nature of the filly's misfortune became clear to her.
“Oh, I see! Oh that IS rich! Your special talent is just being a member of the Silver family! Just sitting there in your little mansion waiting to collect your inheritance!” Rarity laughed. “No wonder you're so pitiful. The only thing you've ever done of value is be born! And thanks to your mommy the town slut, you couldn't even do THAT right, could you?”
The words hit Silver Spoon like a kick in the chest, but she knew better than to complain. “It's true...” she said. “My mom married into the Silver family. The Silver blood comes from my dad, but I'm not even really his! My Cutie Mark is a lie! My whole identity...that identity all I'm good for, and it's not really mine!”
“Well, it's no wonder you're nothing but a shadow, then, isn't it?” asked Rarity. “You were Diamond Tiara's underling, and now you're mine. That's who you are. The foal who has no real identity, no real value, so she follows other, better ponies around, leeching on to them like a little parasite.”
“Yes...that's who I am.” said Silver. She then lifted her head up and looked at Rarity. “But I don't mind anymore, because now I'm here with you...”
“Have you parents even tried to find you in the past week? I certainly haven't heard anything.”
“I've run away a few times before,” said Silver. “They always just wait for me to come back, and I always do. But this time...”
“If you leave, you won't be missed,” said Rarity. “But I will never allow you in my presence again.”
“I don't ever want to leave!” said Silver. “I don't ever want to be away from you.”
“Well of course not. The little parasite needs her nourishment, doesn't she?” said Rarity. Then her tone changed slightly. “Do you know the story of how Princess Luna became Nightmare Moon?”
“Of course...every schoolfilly knows that story...”
“What they don't tell you is the origin of Luna's jealousy,” said Rarity. “The moment when she first began to turn. It was when she realized something that her sister had been keeping from her: the moon has no light of its own. It doesn't glow, it doesn't shine; it merely reflects the light of Celestia's sun. Without her sister, Luna's moon would just be a dark rock hanging in the air, unseen by everyone.”
Rarity stepped away from her work and walked toward Silver Spoon. “Is that your game, little parasite? Have you realized that you'll never shine like the sun, so you think that if you stay close to me, you could at least be my moon, taking some of my glory and beauty and claiming it for your own by association?”
“No!” Silver said. “I don't want anything for myself! I just want to be near you. I don't want any of your light, any of your beauty. I don't want anything like that! It would be wasted on me anyway...”
“Well,” said Rarity. “I'm glad you understand. In that case, perhaps I can keep you around after all.”
Silver's eyes lit up. “You mean-”
“I was contemplating sending you home after your failure to please Hoity,” Rarity said, "but your little sob story was amusing enough to change my mind. I suppose I can tolerate your presence here on a more...permanent basis.”
Silver reared up and kicked her forelegs with glee. “Oh thank you, Miss Rarity! Thank you so mu-”
“That's enough,” said Rarity. “Broken toys don't thank their owners for keeping them. They sit quietly, and wait to be played with.”
Silver Spoon calmed herself immediately. But internally, she was as happy as she had ever been. To think that someone as magnificent as Rarity wanted to keep someone as worthless as her around. Any filly would be lucky to receive Miss Rarity's cruelty, and yet she had chosen Silver to abuse and degrade.
Silver Spoon beamed, despite herself. She knew it was only a matter of time before Rarity became annoyed with her joy and found some way to bring her tumbling down into misery again. Part of Silver was terrified of this eventuality, and another part could not wait for the pain to begin. It was this combination of extremes which made the filly feel most alive.
“Oh, yes, concerning your parents,” said Rarity. “Answer me this question truthfully: if you never see your father and mother again, how will you feel?”
Silver took her time before answering. “They never cared about me. But...part of me can't help but love them. I'll miss them a little bit. But not that much.”
“Your honesty is appreciated. Especially since right about now, a royal guard should be knocking on your parents' door. He will have news about you.”
“WHAT?” Silver was horrified. “No no no, please! Don't tell the guards I'm here! Do anything you want to me, but please, please don't send me away from you!”
Silver ran over to Rarity and grabbed her leg desperately. “Please please please...” she begged.
Rarity shook her off, scoffing at the filly's devotion.
“Oh, stop being so dramatic, you little idiot,” she said. “They're not coming to bring you back. They're coming to tell your parents that you're dead.”
“They...what?”
“Four days ago,” began Rarity, “your former owner, the tiara snob, walked into the Ponyville guard station with a note you had left on her pillow. It said you were here. Luckily, the only pony who saw it was a powerful lieutenant in the force, and he owed me a favor. It seems I have some...unique photos of him with Sweetie Belle in my possession.”
Silver wondered idly just how many of Ponyville's elite had been coaxed into spending a night with Rarity's sister. If this sort of blackmail was typical for Rarity, it must have been quite a few. Was this how she'd managed to get away with what she did for so long?
“So naturally, he gave me a call, and I had him discredit your little friend before she could make any allegations against me,” said Rarity. “And I requested something else, as well. I requested a false report that the remains of a filly whose Cutie Mark matched yours were found in the Everfree Forest. Half-eaten by a manticore. Naturally, that did not come cheap. I've had to burn the negatives in return, but oh well. The important thing is, your mother and father, and in short order the rest of Ponyville, will soon believe you are deceased.”
Silver Spoon put her hooves over her mouth in shock.
“Which means,” said Rarity. “That you have nowhere to go back to now. Your parents will mourn, and I'm sure some of the tears will even be genuine. Your friend, well, I imagine she'll find another stooge to follow her around.”
“I...I...I...” Silver stammered.
“And sooner or later, your mother, in her grief, will turn to the poolboy or the gardener or just the first thing she sees with a penis and heartbeat, and nine months later she'll squeeze out a replacement for you.” Rarity said with a smirk. “You see, little parasite, I cover all of my bases. That is how I have survived this long, and that is how I will continue to survive. You belong to me now. Outside of this house, you are dead.”
Silver Spoon knew that she shouldn't show Rarity open affection. She knew that she had already tried her patience enough today. But at the moment, she simply didn't care.
She ran up to her new owner and kissed her. The kiss lasted only a moment, before she was magically tossed away. The filly fell to the ground but righted herself almost immediately.
“You went to all that trouble...for me...” Silver stammered amidst happy tears, “Thank you so much, Miss Rarity! Tha-”
“Silver Spoon!” Rarity shouted, and Silver noted that Rarity had never spoken her name before. “I let you off easy just now because I need you to be clear-headed for what I am about to say. It's important that you understand this if you are to live here.”
Silver nodded with the look of a devoted student, though on the inside, she was still awash with joy at the phrase “if you are to live here.”
“I did not do this for you,” said Rarity. “I will never do ANYTHING for you. Occasionally, when my little art projects amuse me, I might grant them some sort of boon, but you? I regard you beneath all of them, and nothing you do will ever change that. A broken toy such as yourself should simply be grateful that she wasn't thrown in the trash where she belongs.”
“You're right,” said Silver. Rarity loved to remind of her own worthlessness, but she did not do it as often as Silver reminded herself.
“I did this for myself. I did it because, though you may be broken, you are MINE. And no one takes my possessions away from me. One day I will be done with you, and then you will be tossed aside. It may be years from now, or it may be tomorrow. It doesn't matter. What does matter, is that I, and ONLY I, will decide when that time will come.”
“Miss Rarity...” said Silver Spoon, “Please...just this once...can I hug you?”
Rarity rolled her eyes. “Ugh. If you do,” she said, “There will be repercussions.”
Silver Spoon didn't care. She ran over to her new owner and embraced her, weeping tears of fearful joy.
Rarity allowed the filly this indulgence. She had been warned, after all.
After about ten seconds, Silver Spoon felt herself rising up in the air. The unicorn magically lifted the little Earth Pony towards the ceiling, and then slammed her hard unto the ground. The wind was knocked out of Silver's lungs upon impact, making her unable to even wince. Rarity sneered, allowing the filly to catch her breath, then lifted her up into the air and slammed her down again with greater force. This time, she didn't let Silver catch her breath. As soon as the filly began to breathe, Rarity picked her up and slammed her down again harder.
Silver was terrified. Rarity was suffocating her in the most painful way she could imagine. The filly couldn't even scream. Instead she thrashed helplessly in the air, like a drowning victim. Rarity grinned as she slammed the filly down one more time, as hard as she could. She then released the magic. Silver Spoon inhaled hard, which caused her considerable pain. Despite this, she began painting desperately.
Rarity stamped her hoof down directly in front of Silver's face, causing the filly to shrink back in terror.
“Look at yourself. Lying on the floor like an animal. Panting like a dog,” Rarity said. “So, then, was it worth it?”
Silver spoke with great difficulty, as every word just increased the pain in her abdomen.
“It...hurt...so...much...I...was...so...scared...thought...I...would...die....” she said.
Silver coughed for a moment, then continued.
“But....for...you...I'd...die...” she said. “So...yes...worth...it...”
“Well aren't you melodramatic. I don't kill my playthings,” said Rarity. “That just ruins the fun. You can't hurt what's already dead.”
Rarity glanced out the window and noticed the sun going down. “Hm, it seems I've dallied here far too long. I was going to let you eat my cunt again tonight, but your little display of affection just cost you that pleasure,” she said. “You'll sleep alone tonight. Do not speak to me again until tomorrow.”
Without another word, Rarity tossed her mane dismissively and then exited the room.
Silver Spoon managed to roll over to her side, taking some of the weight off of her abdomen. It still hurt, but considerably less. She lay there on the ground, with a serene smile on her face.
This would be her life. She would stay with Rarity as a part of her home. She would pleasure Rarity with her tongue, her hooves, and all of her holes. She would give her body to whoever Rarity told her to. She would help Rarity rape and abuse other foals. And sometimes, Rarity would hurt Silver herself. Those would be the moments Silver savored the most. When the pony she so faithfully worshiped would bless her with pain.
Her old life was over. Diamond, assuming she ever recovered from her time with Rarity, would miss her only as long as it took her to find a new crony. Silver's parents would replace her soon enough. One day, even Rarity would replace her.
But not today. Today, Silver belonged to her. And one day, when Rarity threw her out into the cold, she would be kept warm by the memory of the radiant, heartless mare who had so brilliantly abused her and thrown her away. This, Silver Spoon decided, was who she was meant to be. With that, she fell asleep on the floor.
She was awakened by the gentle prodding of another filly's hoof. It was Sweetie Belle, placing a bowl of food in front of Silver.
“These are my leftovers. You can have them.” she said. “I think Rarity is going to start leaving food for you, but I don't think she'll let you eat dinner with us.”
“Thank you,” said Silver, as she got to her hooves.
“You look terrible...” said Sweetie. “Someone beat you up...”
“Yes...” said Silver. She still found it awkward to talk to Sweetie.
“Why?” asked Sweetie with tremendous urgency, her voice beginning to break. “Why don't you run away? She's my sister, I have to stay with her! But you...she treats you even worse than me!”
“I could run away if I wanted to,” said Silver, picking at her food. “But I want to stay.”
“Are you doing this because you feel bad for me? Because you feel guilty about teasing me?” asked Sweetie. “You don't have to try and protect me. This is my family's problem. I forgive you for teasing me, it's okay!”
Silver Spoon smiled. “Thank you for forgiving me,” she said. “I do feel bad about teasing you, but I can't promise I won't hurt you again. I hope you understand. I don't hate you, but if Rarity tells me to hurt you, I will.”
“Is it because she threatened you? Is that why you're doing this?” asked Sweetie Belle, her eyes welling up with tears. “You don't have to help her! I know you're afraid, but you can escape! I'll help you...”
“Sweetie Belle,” said Silver, deciding it was time to set things straight between them. “I don't ever want to leave your sister. I love your sister. I asked her to do these things to me.”
“You...asked?”
Something in Sweetie's mind shattered at that moment. The nightmare she had endured for so long at her sister's hooves was something she would not wish on anyone else. Not a day went by when she didn't pray to be released from her sister's sick whims.
Yet before her stood the most impossible creature imaginable: a filly who had voluntarily walked into the same Hell.
“You..you're...how could you...” Sweetie stammered. Suddenly all of the pain, anger and resentment she wished she could throw at Rarity had found its voice, and directed itself at Silver Spoon.
“I...I HATE YOU!” cried Sweetie Belle. “You're just as bad as she is! No, you're worse! I've spent years letting her hurt me so she won't go after as many other foals, but you just...just..ASK her to hurt you? I...I...”
Silver had never seen Sweetie Belle this angry. Not when she had teased her. Not when she had helped Diamond insult her friends. The most the filly would ever do was run and get Miss Cheerilee. Diamond used to pick on her out of sheer boredom. She was timid, an easy target.
Whatever timidity had existed within Sweetie Belle was nowhere to be found then. Silver Spoon decided to try and calm her down.
“Sweetie, listen, I don't-”
“SHUT UP!” yelled the white filly. “Do you know what it's LIKE? Do you know what it's like to walk through the playground at school, and see some of the foals who are sitting alone, who can't talk to anyone, who look hurt and sad all the time? Do you realize what it's like to know why they became like that? Do you know what it's like to not be able to tell anyone? Do you?”
“N...no...”
“Of course you don't!” bellowed Sweetie Belle. “Just like I'll never know what it's like to be a normal foal. I'll never know what it's like to feel safe in my own house. I'll never know what it's like to go to sleep at night and not be scared that someone will come into my room and touch me! But you had all of that! You had all the things I ever wished for, and you threw them all away!"
“Sweetie Belle!” came Rarity's voice from outside the room. “Stop your ridiculous shouting and come to bed! You and I are going to have ever so much fun tonight!”
Sweetie Belle shuddered with disgust and fear. “C...coming, sis...” she shouted back. Then she turned to Silver Spoon.
“Don't ever talk to me again,” she said. Then she walked out of the room toward her sister's bedroom, with the bearing of a condemned pony walking to the gallows.
It was just as well, Silver Spoon told herself. She couldn't be friends with Sweetie, since sooner or later Rarity was bound to ask for Silver's help in violating her somehow. She had not expected or sought Sweetie's friendship. Nothing had been lost.
Silver Spoon ate the food that Sweetie had left for her. As she stepped into the hallway to head toward her basement, Silver could hear screams coming from Rarity's room.
“SIS, PLEASE, DON'T! I PROMISE I'LL BE GOOD! PLEASE STOP! IT HURTS! IT HURTS!”
Silver Spoon felt a strange mix of emotions: admiration and love for Rarity. Jealousy, because Rarity was hurting Sweetie Belle and not her. And guilt. She had not expected the last one.
“I'm sorry, Sweetie Belle,” she said. She would not apologize to Sweetie again for a very long time.
A night later, Silver Spoon saw Sweetie Belle again. It was shortly after Rarity had given Silver Spoon a blissful, agonizing orgasm by burning her flank with an iron. The mare was still not satisfied, so she called her sister up to her room.
Sweetie didn't say a word to Silver Spoon when Rarity ordered her to hold Sweetie Belle down. She didn't say anything to Silver as she locked Sweetie's restraints in place. Silver watched the entire time while Rarity brutally sodomized her bound sister, but not once did Sweetie say Silver Spoon's name, even as she screamed for mercy.
It was only after Rarity was done, after Silver had brought herself to another intense orgasm while watching the spectacle, that Sweetie acknowledged her. Rarity ordered that Sweetie remain restrained through the night, and told Silver Spoon to go to her room.
Just before she left, Silver turned to look at Rarity one more time. Instead, she accidentally caught Sweetie Bell's gaze. And the white filly looked back, with a look of all-consuming, hateful contempt.
But Silver felt no remorse then. She felt no compassion or pity for Sweetie Belle. When she was in Rarity's presence, everything was different. No one mattered but Rarity. Nothing mattered but Rarity's desires. For Rarity was Silver Spoon's master, her owner, her love.
“I know who I am now,” thought the broken toy happily. “I am hers.”
