The Dagger 2: Innocence Lost

Chapter 2

Fluttershy couldn't believe her rotten luck. She wanted to be upset at the mayor for this. But sadly, she didn't know about why she felt the way that she did about this stallion, who now stood before the mayor of Ponyville in front of Town Hall.

Or why she was trembling so much being in his presence.

“So, do you think you'll be able to adjust here, Silver Streak?” The mayor asked the impressive Pegasus stallion before her. He had a white coat and long silver mane, and was currently wearing a white dress shirt, black pants, and slacks.

“With my good friend Fluttershy here, I should be fine,” Silver Streak said with a smirk. Fluttershy tightened her fists when he said that. He was anything but a friend of hers. To her, he was nothing but…

“Well then, I'll leave it to you,” the mayor said walking back into Town Hall, completely oblivious to how upset Fluttershy was. Once alone, Silver Streak turned to Fluttershy with a truly lecherous smile.

“So we meet again,” he said walking over to Fluttershy and rubbing her shoulder, “Been a while, hasn't it my little slut?”

Don't answer him…

PLEASE don't answer him…

“I believe I asked you a question,” Silver Streak said, gripping Fluttershy's mane tightly and forcing her to look at him, “Or are you planning on giving me the silent treatment for my entire stay here?”

“N-no sir!” Fluttershy cried, “I'm sorry!”

“That's better,” Silver Streak said cupping her chin and getting close to her face, “While I'm here, I expect you to make my stay here a comfortable one. I'm sure I don't have to explain what that means, right?”

“R-right! I understand!” Fluttershy said, unable to hold in her tears.

“That's a good girl,” Silver Streak said before forcibly kissing Fluttershy. To anyone looking, it would look like they were just passionate lovers, but that was so far from the truth. She hated this stallion. He was disgusting, and probably one of the only ponies in the world that she hated.

He released her and gazed into her eyes with a dangerous smirk, “I'm staying at Ponyville Hotel in room 26. I expect to see you there tonight at nine, wearing the sluttiest thing you can find. I know where you live, so if you don't, it won't be pretty. Got it?”

“G-got it…!” Fluttershy sobbed. Silver Streak walked past her, slapping her on the butt, and then walked off. Once alone, Fluttershy broke down falling to her knees. She wanted to just run away, maybe hide at Rainbow Dash's place, but she knew that if she did he'd probably hurt her animals or something. The thought of having to give herself to that disgusting stallion made her want to throw up.

But she knew that she'd go to him. She always went to him when he came calling. She was weak, and the system had already failed to put in to justice for what he did to her once. She knew that she wouldn't be able to escape.

Especially with the fact that she was going to him “willingly”.

It was another nice and sunny day. This time it was the weekend, so Sweetie Belle didn't have to try and go to school. Instead, she walked through town to clear her head. The only thing she brought with her was the book that Bloody Harvest gave her.

She walked into the market place, thinking that she'd maybe get a snack or something while she was out. By one of the stands she saw an elderly mare arguing with a younger stallion behind a counter. He looked really stressed out, signaling that the elderly mare was probably the instigator.

I see her a lot, giving ponies a hard time.

She's always going out of her way to be difficult.

But… with her being so old, no one would miss her…

“Stop that,” Sweetie Belle said shaking her head, “I shouldn't have those kind of thoughts.”

She pushed onward, choosing to ignore that old hag and instead going to the fruit stand. There she saw the stallion behind the counter there, Hard Sale. He looked so condescending, and had a habit of being difficult with his customers, Fluttershy getting it the hardest. Sweetie Belle couldn't understand why he was always so rude, overcharging for everything.

“Um, excuse me,” Sweetie Belle said once it was her turn, “Could I get a basket of strawberries?”

“Sure thing,” Hard Sale said, “That'll be… fifteen bits.”

Fifteen?! Last time it was only ten, and Sweetie Belle was sure that even that was too much.

“Sir, I don't believe that's the correct price,” Sweetie Belle said, “I was told that they were only ten bits, and-”

“I had to increase the prices due to a shortage,” Hard Sale said with a condescending smile, “You know how it is, right?”

More like he increased the prices because he wanted more money. Sweetie Belle took a deep breath and patted the counter.

“You know what? Never mind,” she said with a curt smile, “Thanks anyway.”

“No problem shrimp,” he said. Sweetie Belle turned around and walked away, a hateful scowl marring her expression.

Ugh! He does this every time! And he has the audacity to give Rarity a DISCOUNT! Probably just because she's sexy!

I wish he'd just go away! Then ponies could get their fruit and not break their wallets!

She then remembered the dagger, which she tied high up to her hip so her black skirt could hide it. She thought about waiting until after everyone left, following him home, and then just taking him out. The Dark Brotherhood was going to clean up anyway, so no one would ever have to know-

No, she wasn't going to waste a free kill on someone so insignificant. The Dark Brotherhood was going to clean up the kill afterward, so why waste the free kill on something like that when she could probably use it to kill-

What was she saying?! Was she seriously talking about killing a pony like she was actually about to do it?! She shook her head again and ran out of the market in tears. Sure she probably looked insane, but what did it matter. She was already going insane.

I'm horrible to think like that!

As she ran out though, she didn't notice a pink filly watching her with a frown. Said filly had grown her purple and white mane down to her waist, and was wearing a short tight pink dress that accentuated her growing figure tastefully, white boots, white gloves, and a silver tiara on her head. She sauntered over to Hard Sale's stand and tapped the counter lightly.

“Hi there,” she said with a knowing smirk, “I'd like to buy a basket of strawberries, please.”

Sweetie Belle sat under a tree by herself, holding the dagger in her hands and running her fingers across the blades as her thoughts wandered. Bloody Harvest was right. She did think about who she could kill. And each time, a sick part of her actually wanted to do it.

She closed her eyes and sighed, but noticed someone standing over her. She looked up to see Diamond Tiara holding out a basket of strawberries.

“You can thank me later,” Diamond Tiara said with an arrogant smirk. Sweetie Belle smiled and took the basket.

“You didn't have to do that…” she said softly, “Um… why did you?”

“Why not?” Diamond Tiara said with a shrug, “I'm allowed to do something nice for my friends every once in a while.” Her tone and mannerisms always made it hard to tell whether or not she was sincere. Sweetie Belle knew that it was just the kind of filly she was. Deep down, Diamond Tiara was actually really sweet.

She was still spoiled rotten though.

“Well, thanks,” Sweetie Belle said, “I really needed this.”

“I could tell,” Diamond Tiara said sitting next to Sweetie Belle, “I was in the market and saw you running off in frustration. God, I hate that stallion.”

“Y-yeah, me too,” Sweetie Belle said honestly, feeling an almost dark comradeship between them.

“You know, he tried that overcharging shit on my Daddy the other day,” Diamond Tiara said, now in full gossip mode, “I don't remember the last time I had ever seen him so livid. He's lucky Daddy was in a good mood, otherwise he'd have his job.”

“Almost wish he had taken his job or something,” Sweetie Belle said darkly eating one of her strawberries, “No one would miss him.”

“Yeah, that's true,” Diamond Tiara said airily, surprising Sweetie Belle a bit.

“No telling me that it's bad to think that way?” Sweetie Belle asked, “Saying that it's not right to say things like that about a pony?”

“No,” Diamond Tiara said as if it were obvious, “Why would I say that? First off, he's an asshole plain and simple. Second of all, I'm not a model citizen myself.”

That was true. Sure, Diamond Tiara was a better filly now, but she was still a brat, selfish, and overall a bitch in every sense of the word.

“So, what's with the dagger?” Diamond Tiara asked taking a strawberry from the basket, “Get it in an antique shop or something?”

“It was given to me as a gift,” Sweetie Belle said, putting the dagger away on her hip.

“Huh, well it looked cool,” Diamond Tiara said, “I like stuff like that.”

“That doesn't surprise me much,” Sweetie Belle stated with an eye roll, “No offense, but you strike me as one of those kids that likes knives and fire.”

“None taken,” Diamond Tiara said, “I used to set ants on fire when I was really little.”

Once again what she kidding, or was she dead serious? It was impossible to tell with this filly. No wonder she was such a great liar. Still, Sweetie Belle started thinking, what would Diamond Tiara do in her shoes.

“Hey, Diamond Tiara, can I ask for your opinion?” Sweetie Belle asked.

“I don't know, can you?” Diamond Tiara asked, making Sweetie Belle shoot her a glare, “Kidding, Sweetie Belle. I'm kidding,” she said giggling.

Sweetie Belle sighed, “If you could… make someone go away permanently, anyone, it didn't matter who, and you knew guaranteed that you wouldn't get caught, would you do it?”

“When you say, “make them go away”, you're talking about killing them, right?” Diamond Tiara asked matter of factly.

“Y-yeah,” Sweetie Belle admitted, looking away, “Sorry if this seems… um…”

“Hell yeah,” Diamond Tiara said honestly, “I'd do it.”

Sweetie Belle turned to Diamond Tiara wide eyed as the filly next to her began filing her nails.

“You would?” Sweetie Belle asked.

“I'm not going to get caught, right?” Diamond Tiara asked, “So I don't see a reason not to just take someone out, assuming they're the right person.”

“So… who would it be?” Sweetie Belle asked, eating her strawberries and looking at Diamond Tiara intently, “Who would you kill?”

“Well, it can't just be anyone,” Diamond Tiara said thoughtfully, “I'm thinking the scum of the earth. Someone that no one would miss.”

“That sounds hard to find,” Sweetie Belle said.

“Yeah okay, that might be an exaggeration, but they have to be a terrible pony, you know? That way when I kill them, I won't feel guilty or some stupid shit like that. Oh, I wouldn't just waste it on some random pony I'd hate either. There are too many ponies that fall into that category, you know?”

“So… they'd have to be someone that did something serious,” Sweetie Belle reasoned.

“Exactly, like… hurting a friend,” Diamond Tiara said with a dangerous edge, “Yeah, either that or someone I really think doesn't deserve it. A regular criminal wouldn't really cut it, as that's what the guard is for. No, for me to want to kill them, they'd have to be a special kind of criminal.”

Diamond Tiara was a scary filly, taking about killing someone with such ease. Actually knowing how she'd plan her targets out.

“Why?” Diamond Tiara asked turning to Sweetie Belle, “Is there someone you wanna kill?”

“I mean, no,” Sweetie Belle said, “I'm not like you or anyone like that. I'm not a killer.”

“Don't give me that,” Diamond Tiara said taking another strawberry and looking Sweetie Belle dead in the eyes, “Everypony is like that deep down inside. You see somepony, and you hate them, and you envision what it would be like if they just weren't there anymore. The thing is, there are three categories to that. One, the ponies who pretend they're not like that. Two, the ponies who admit that they do have those fantasies. And three, the ponies who act on those fantasies. Do you know which one you are, Sweetie Belle?”

“I… I don't…” Sweetie Belle averted her eyes.

“Because while I like sharp objects, I don't walk around with a butterfly knife strapped to my hip,” Diamond Tiara stood up, “This was fun. We should do this again sometime.”

“Talk about scary and morbid things together?” Sweetie Belle asked deadpanned.

“Why not?” Diamond Tiara asked, “Those conversations are more fun anyway.”

With that, Diamond Tiara walked off, leaving Sweetie Belle alone. She didn't know how she felt about that conversation. Everything she said made sense, but it was still really disturbing. Still, she found herself unable to answer that question.

Was she the type who denied her killer thoughts?

Silver Streak wasn't nice, he wasn't tender, and he didn't care about her pleasure. Everything about this meeting tonight was for his pleasure and no one else. The super slutty red dress he made her wear was because he liked seeing her wear it. Making her walk all the way to the hotel dressed like that was because he liked seeing her humiliated. And he took her so roughly because he liked it rough.

Like right now, he had her tied to the bed and gagged, her legs forcibly spread apart as he roughly pounded into her. Tears streamed from her eyes as he pounded harshly into her. Her tears weren't from the pain, but from the humiliation of it.

“You're crying, but I can feel how wet you're getting,” Silver Streak taunted, “Some sick part of you enjoys being treated like a slut, don't you?”

She did like it a little rougher than most ponies would credit her, but this wasn't the same. She didn't feel empowered like this, she felt belittled. While she did enjoy being tied down, Silver Streak was just using that as an excuse to take advantage of her.

Right before he came, he exited her so he could cum all over her front, coating her pussy, breasts, and even her face with his semen. He then pulled out a camera phone and took a picture of her.

“That's a good look for you, slut,” Silver Streak said with an arrogant sneer, “I'd keep you here, but I have to speak to the kids at school tomorrow. So you gotta get going.”

He untied her and removed her gag before shoving her toward the door, “Y-you won't let me shower or anything before leaving?”

“Worried that someone's going to see how much of a slut you are?” Silver Streak asked tauntingly, “Sorry, but the shower here is terrible, and with as much noise as we made the owner's gonna be by here in a few minutes,” with that, he grabbed Fluttershy's arm and pushed her outside of his room, “I'll be by tomorrow after the school event, so don't disappear.”

He slammed the door shut locking it. Before Fluttershy could start banging on it, she saw the owner of the hotel walking up to the room. She quickly ducked out and ran toward the fire escape, refusing to let ANYONE from the front desk see her. Once she was outside, she ran into an alleyway, where she fell to the ground and broke down, crying so loudly that she knew that someone was probably going to find her. They'd see her, half naked, covered in male cum. She'd be ruined if anyone saw her.

“Holy… FLUTTERSHY!!!” a familiar raspy voice cried out, before she was scooped up in strong cyan arms, “Flutteshy, are you okay?!”

“Rainbow… Dash…?” Fluttershy asked before panicking, “NO!!! DON'T LOOK AT ME!!!” she screamed struggling out of Rainbow Dash's embrace.

“Fluttershy, what the fuck…?” Rainbow Dash asked, “I'm taking you to my place!”

“Please no-”

“I don't wanna hear it,” Rainbow Dash hoisted Fluttershy over her shoulder, “You're telling me everything when we get there.”

Before Fluttershy knew it, she was in Rainbow Dash's cloud house, lying in the bathtub as Rainbow Dash gently cleaned her off. Once she was done, she gave Fluttershy some of her pajamas and sat her down in the living room, where she told Rainbow Dash what happened.

“So, that's Silver Streak's deal, huh?” Rainbow Dash asked venomously, “Give me a second.”

“W-what are you going to do…?” Fluttershy asked as Rainbow Dash rose up.

“I'm gonna go beat the shit out of him, that's what?” Dash said simply. Fluttershy quickly grabbed her arm stopping her.

“No! Please no!” Fluttershy begged, “He won't stop! If you attack him, he'll just blame me and attack the animals at my sanctuary!”

“Fluttershy, we have to do something!” Rainbow Dash turned to Fluttershy and grabbed her arms tightly, “Look at you! This guy's got you undoing years of progress! You're so much stronger than this!”

“I've tried everything!” Fluttershy cried, “No one can help me though! I already tried having him arrested, and they ruled in his favor because of my occupation! And if I do anything he'll either hurt the animals or me! There's nothing I can do!” Fluttershy ran over to the couch and collapsed in tears, “I'm not strong! I'll never be strong!”

“Fluttershy, that's not true at all,” Rainbow Dash said kneeling down next to her devastated and broken friend, “In the last three years you've become one of the strongest ponies I've ever met.”

“If I'm so strong,” Fluttershy sobbed looking at Rainbow Dash desperately, “Why can't I fight back? Why is he doing this to me?”

“Because you are strong,” Rainbow Dash said caressing Fluttershy's cheek, “He's an asshole who just wants the satisfaction of knowing that he broke a strong mare. Look, I don't want you alone tonight, so you're going to stay here with me.”

“Are you sure it's okay?” Fluttershy asked.

“Let me rephrase that,” Rainbow Dash looked Fluttershy dead in the eyes, “I insist that you stay with me tonight,” she rose up and walked over to the stairs, “There are a few books on the table if you wanna read something. Might help ya get some sleep.”

As Rainbow Dash went upstairs, Fluttershy's focus went to the books on the coffee table. Most of them were Daring Do books (of course), which she wasn't entirely interested in. However, she did see one book with an odd insignia. She picked that one up and opened it, taking in the words on the first page.

“Lore of the Dark Brotherhood…?”