Twisted: Four Little Foals

---1: Rarity and Sweetie Belle--

“No.”

There were still times when Sweetie Belle remembered the first time she had said this word to her sister. Even after all this time, the memory felt like a fresh wound in her mind. Of all the terrible nights she had endured, of all the abuse, humiliation, and pain, that night was the memory which hurt the most.

It was the night when she had stood her ground. The night when she told her sister “no,” and truly meant it. The night when, despite all her fears, she had stood up for herself.

She told her sister not to touch her that night. And Rarity had responded by doing something unthinkable.

She had complied.

Sweetie had felt proud of herself. That little word had saved her. Rarity left her alone that night.

The next night was different. She remembered being woken from her sleep at one in the morning. She remembered being dragged by her hair, strapped to a wall in a cold, dark room she'd never seen before. She remembered a ball gag being shoved in her mouth. And she remembered her sister whispering eight terrible words into her ear.

“Don't worry. I'm not going to touch you.”

Instead, Rarity introduced Sweetie to the third occupant of the room: another foal. The filly was tied up, gagged and blindfolded, but continued struggling in desperation. Sweetie didn't recognize her.

The little unicorn's blood ran cold. She had never known her sister to touch another foal before. She had thought that if she fought back, it would all be over.

“Since you won't let me play with you anymore,” Rarity said in a mocking, pseudo-mournful tone, “I had no choice but to find someone new.”

Rarity magically lifted the terrified filly in the air, levitating her so she was directly at eye level with Sweetie Belle. She then removed the filly's gag.

“HELP ME!” she screamed. “FOR SUN'S SAKE, PLEA-”

The gag came on again, as Rarity sent the filly floating over to her. The white unicorn smiled as she produced a large red dildo – far too large for a young filly – and slowly rubbed it against the foal's cunt lips.

Sweetie shook her head. Rarity only smiled, and nodded.

The older unicorn suddenly stopped teasing the foal's nether lips. Instead she grabbed the filly's tail, lifted it up and jammed the dildo into her rectum. She screamed through her gag, as the lower part of her body was suddenly and painfully violated. She couldn't see who was doing this to her, and all she could feel was agony as some terrible object ripped her insides apart.

Rarity looked her sister right in the eye as she sodomized the helpless foal, picking up speed with each thrust. Even when the filly began bleeding, she did not turn away.

“Oh my goodness, Sweetie Belle,” said Rarity, “Look at what you've done.”

Sweetie could barely move in her restraints, but she tried anyway. When this proved futile, she began trying to yell, but the ball gag made her words unintelligible.

If the gag hadn't been there, Sweetie's words would have consisted of one phrase, repeated over and over:

“I take it back. Do it to me instead. Please, just let her go. I take it back!”

Rarity continued her violation of the foal until she passed out. Only then did she release Sweetie Belle and return her to her bed. Rarity had kept her word.

The next night, Sweetie Belle begged her sister to touch her. Anything to divert her attention from other foals.

But it wasn't enough. After that awful night, Rarity was never again satisfied with just Sweetie Belle. Over the course of years she added more and more young victims to her collection. And each and every time her sister brought a new foal home to torment, somewhere in the back of Sweetie Belle's mind, the same refrain would play:

“If only I hadn't said no.”

***

After what happened that night, Sweetie Belle had never stood up for herself again. Sometimes she would beg her sister for some small respite, or try to convince her to leave her alone for a night. But once Rarity made up her mind, Sweetie never truly resisted. Not after that night.

Now, three years after that terrible evening, Sweetie contemplated saying “no” for a second time. But before resorting to that monumental word, she decided to try a softer approach.

“Please, sis...” she said. “Don't ask me to do this. I'm sure there's someone else who can...”

“Of course there is,” said Rarity. “But I don't want someone else to do it. I want you.”

Rarity lay sprawled on a large red couch, the only object of finery in the dusty, filthy back room she used as her personal dungeon. Its contrast with the rest of her house was intentional: a great deal of semen, blood, and various other fluids had been spilled here over the years, and Rarity preferred this be done in an area away from her meticulously arranged designer furniture. It also functioned as a literal dungeon: Sweetie once spent two weeks locked in there after failing to please a particularly important client of her sister's.

Rarity lazily dangled a leg off of the side of the couch. Holding on to the leg, with an air of blissful desperation, was Silver Spoon. She said nothing, ignoring Sweetie Belle as usual, preferring instead to lick and caress her owner's delicately manicured hoof. It was only a matter of time before Rarity grew tired of this and violently kicked her away. The gray filly couldn't wait.

Sweetie usually refused to acknowledge Silver's presence. But this time, she took full advantage of it. “Why don't you make HER do it?” Sweetie said, pointing at Silver. “She'd be better at it than me! She doesn't care what happens to other ponies! She doesn't care about anything, except sucking up to you!”

Silver gave Sweetie a nasty look, then began planting small kisses all along Rarity's leg.

“You know very well that she can't be seen in town,” said Rarity. “Most of Ponyville still thinks her deceased. You, on the other hoof, have no such limitations. So stop making excuses, little sister. You WILL do this for me.”

Sweetie got down on her knees, practically groveling before her sister. “PLEASE, sis, don't make me! I can't...I couldn't live with myself...I'm okay with you touching me, and I've never told anyone about the things you do. I've been good! So please, just this once, PLEASE...”

“Oh, for pity's sake!” Rarity stood up off her couch, pushing Silver Spoon away dismissively as she went. She walked up to her cowering sister and stomped her hoof decisively. “I've had quite enough of your whining, Sweetie Belle. I've already explained this to you: I need a new foal. A filly. By tomorrow night. And you are going to find me one and bring her to me. By any means necessary.”

“But why me?”

“Because the other fillies trust you, darling,” said Rarity, with a strangely gentle tone to her voice. “And trust can be quite the valuable resource."

“Sis, I can't...” said Sweetie, looking away from Rarity as she spoke. “I just...you've never asked me to...bring you someone before. I don't think I could...I couldn't do that to someone else. Not knowing what you would do to them...

“But, but! If you need a filly, why not use me? I'll do whatever you want! With...whoever you want...you know I will....”

“Oh, really?” A grin began forming on Rarity's face. “What are you, little sister?”

Sweetie knew the correct answer to this question. It was always the same. And always felt humiliating to say.

“I'm...I'm a filthy little whore,” she said. “Who always does what she's told.”

“And?”

“And...” Sweetie swallowed hard. “And I'm lucky...I'm lucky that my sister lets so many grown ponies fuck me.”

“Why?”

“Because it's the closest I'll ever get...” Sweetie paused for a moment to fight back tears. “...to having a real lover, since no one my own age would ever want to be with a dirty, used-up slut like me.”

The last part always hurt the most to say. Unlike the rest of it, Sweetie believed it was true.

Behind Rarity, Silver Spoon was lying on the floor, touching herself. She silently mouthed three words in Rarity's direction: “hurt her more.”

Rarity laughed. “Well said, darling. But I need more than just you. The annual Gathering in Canterlot is this weekend. You remember, the same one you and I went to on the night we first...discovered each other?”

Sweetie hung her head. “I remember,” she said.

“Well, it's happening again, and this year, I've been nominated to join Fancypants' inner circle. It's terribly exclusive, you see. So to prove I'm serious, I need to bring more than just you this year. I'll be offering up three fillies and one colt.”

“A colt...” Sweetie had a sudden realization. “I thought I recognized the voice coming from your room last night! It's Pip, isn't it?”

“Well, of course. A timid little thing like him should be a smash with the inner circle. They like their boys weaker than their girls.”

Sweetie hated hearing Rarity talk about her Canterlot “friends.” As cruel as she could be, she was almost merciful compared to some of those decadent rich ponies.

“So that leaves three fillies,” said Rarity. “Yourself, the little wreck over there, and the one you're going to get for me.”

“But I've never done that before! You've been doing this for...years...” Sweetie didn't like to remind herself of that. “Why can't you do it this time?”

“I'm going to be far too busy preparing my outfit for the ball. Besides, I think it's time you began getting more directly involved...” Rarity stifled a chuckle before she continued, “...in the family business.”

Sweetie's eyes went wide with horror at the implications of what her sister had just said.

“Sis....” she said, “You're joking right? You don't really expect me to...”

Rarity's expression was dead serious. “First our father. Pathetic wretch though he was, it did begin with him. Now, me. And someday...you.”

“No,” said Sweetie Belle.

After she had dreaded using it for so long, the word had wrenched itself free unbidden. She welcomed it.

“Excuse me?” asked Rarity.

“NO!” yelled Sweetie. Now that the word had escaped her mouth once, she no longer feared saying it again. It felt like she was welcoming an old friend home. No, not a friend: an ally.

“If you want to hurt me, fine! If you want to give me to other ponies, fine! But I won't hurt anyone! And I will NEVER be like you!”

Sweetie Belle expected some sort of terrible retribution for her proclamation. She expected to be beaten, imprisoned, or worse. Countless terrible scenarios raced through her mind even as she yelled at her sister.

Not one of them came to pass. Instead, Rarity just smirked.

“Never? Oh, darling, who do you think you're fooling?”

She gently ran her hoof under her sister's chin.

“You already ARE like me.”

Sweetie wanted to object, but something kept her from speaking. She felt completely paralyzed by Rarity's accusation.

“How many times,” began the white unicorn, “have you stood idly by while I molested other foals? How many times have you joined in? Do you even know? Because I've long since lost count.”

“That's...that's different..you forced me to...”

“Oh, darling, stop fooling yourself,” said Rarity. “You've been playing the role of the sad little victim for far too long. Turning yourself into a martyr in your own mind.”

Rarity raised both her front hooves into the air, imitating a preacher. “Gather around, faithful congregation, and hear the tragic tale of Saint Sweetie! She who suffered for the sins of her terrible, terrible sister. The poor little angel who was just too good for this horrid world.”

Rarity lowered her hooves. The attempt at comedy seemed to have done nothing to improve her mood.

“When I was your age, I was in a similar place as you. I, too, fancied myself a victim. It's easy, isn't it? Thinking you're beyond judgment. Thinking you're innocent. Such a comfortable little role. Such a comfortable little lie.”

Sweetie's lip trembled as the tears she had fought back earlier reasserted themselves. She looked directly at the ground, unwilling to meet her sister's gaze. But Rarity would have none of this.

The older unicorn stomped her hoof again. “Look at me.” Unsure of what else she could do, Sweetie complied.

“I want you to understand this, little sister, if nothing else,” Rarity said. “There ARE no victims. Everyone is guilty of something. I'm guilty of hurting foals, and you're guilty of helping me. You can whine and make excuses about being forced, but we both know the truth, don't we? If you really wanted to, you could have stopped me by now. You could have reported me to the authorities, or even assaulted me while I was distracted. True, both scenarios would most likely end in failure, but you might have gotten lucky. But you've never tried, and you never will. Either because you're afraid to, or because deep down, you enjoy all this.

“So, which are you?” asked Rarity. “A pervert or a coward?”

Sweetie winced at the accusation. In her mind she'd leveled it at herself countless times, but hearing it spoken out loud was something else entirely.

“I'm not a pervert or a coward...” she said, but her words rang hollow. The courage and determination which the earlier “no” had carried with it were all gone now. “I...I just don't...I don't want them to take you away...”

Rarity raised an eyebrow. “Oh?”

“You're my sister,” said Sweetie Belle, wiping away a tear. “And I love you. You're still the most important pony in my whole life. I couldn't ever turn you in...because then I'd never see you again...”

“And,” the filly silently added to herself “if you stay close to me, maybe one day I can figure out how to fix you.”

Rarity raised her hoof. Sweetie braced herself for the blow she knew was coming.

Instead, she felt her sister's hoof gently stroking her mane.

“Oh Sweetie,” said Rarity. “If only you were a few years older....”

“Wh...what do you mean?”

“Over the years, I've completely lost interest in adult ponies. And someday, sooner than we can imagine, YOU will be an adult. Then maybe...” Rarity paused, as if she needed a moment to collect herself. “Then maybe...I'll be able to look at you and not feel this...hunger. This all-consuming, unstoppable urge. Maybe then, I can finally look at you, and just see my sister.”

Sweetie looked at her sister with new eyes. Rarity was smiling. Not in the spiteful, malicious way she usually did. Her smile seemed tender, almost...kind? She hadn't seen her sister wearing that smile in a long time.

“Miss...Rarity?” asked Silver Spoon, with a tinge of fear in her voice. Both sisters ignored her.

“Sweetie Belle, I don't ever want to be separated from you either. I know I hurt you sometimes, and I wish I could control myself, I truly do. But...” Rarity bit her lip. “Fancypants and his friends are very powerful, very dangerous ponies, and they don't like to be disappointed. If I don't have another filly by the time we leave for Canterlot...oh, Sweetie...”

“Sis?”

“Sweetie, the truth is...I'm scared of them.” Rarity hugged her sister. Sweetie did not respond, or even move. She simply stood in shock.

“I don't know what they'll do to me! I've only heard rumors, but...if even half of it is true...” said Rarity. “But it's too late now...I'm trapped...”

Rarity hugged her sister tighter.

“It's alright, Sweetie Belle,” she said. “This is what I deserve. You've said it yourself...I'm a monster. If this is how I am to come to justice, then so be it.”

And then, for the third time in three years, Sweetie said the word again.

“No.”

Sweetie Belle threw her forelegs around her sister.

“No! I won't let them hurt you! I don't care what else you are! You're my sister!” Sweetie clenched her teeth before she continued. “So just this once, I'll do it. I'll bring a filly here for you.”

Sweetie felt like she was going to throw up. But it didn't matter. For the first time in years, her sister needed her.

“I'll do it,” said the white foal. “But you have to be nice to her. I know you can't stop the others from hurting her, but you can't do anything to harm her.”

“I'll try...” said Rarity. “I'll try to restrain myself. Somehow...”

“No!” said Sweetie. Five times now. “You have to promise!”

Rarity kissed her sister on the forehead. “I promise, little sister. I won't hurt her.”

Sweetie Belle broke the embrace and sighed. “Okay...” she said, “I'll find someone at school tomorrow. But this is the only time!”

“Of course,” Rarity said. “Thank you, Sweetie Belle. I know this must be hard for you. And for what little it's worth...I'm sorry. I am so, so very sorry for all of this.”

“I'm...tired.” said Sweetie. “I think I'm going to go to bed. Is that okay?”

“Yes, darling. Have a good rest. If there's anything I can do to repay you...”

“Just...try to be nicer, okay? I know you don't really want to do all those mean things you do. But sometimes, I don't think you fight your...urges as much as you could. Please, just...try harder?”

“I will,” said Rarity.

“I love you, sis...” said Sweetie.

“I love you, too. Sweet dreams!”

Sweetie Belle wasn't sure what she should feel as she walked out of the room. Happiness at her sister's moment of kindness? Anger at what she was asking her to do? Fear? Relief?

But as she walked slowly toward her room, Sweetie Belle felt nothing at all. She was utterly numb.

“Maybe that will make it easier,” she though to herself as she lay down on her bed.

She would not sleep well that night.

In the dungeon, Rarity turned from waving her sister good night and faced Silver Spoon. The gray filly was in a state of near panic.

Miss Rarity had been her normal, magnificent self. Bullying her sister, making her afraid. It had been so exhilarating to watch. And then she just...changed. Her beauty had melted away, all in one moment, and turned to...what?

Weakness. That was the only word Silver could think of for the display she had just seen. Suddenly Miss Rarity seemed so...plain. What had happened to her? Where was the Rarity Silver had fallen in love with?

Rarity approached Silver Spoon with the same kind expression she had shown her sister.

“Silver...you poor, poor, darling...”

“No...” Silver said, backing away. “You're not...what's WRONG with you?”

“Silver, please, look at yourself. You're not well, my dear. You need help...” Rarity continued walking toward the gray filly until, slowly and never losing her kind smile, she had cornered Silver against a wall.

“The things you've done to yourself, the things you've asked me to do...poor, sweet Silver Spoon, don't you see? You're sick, darling. Sick in your mind. But it's alright. Let's get you back to your mother and father. They'll be able to get you the help you need so badly...”

Rarity hugged Silver Spoon tenderly as the filly trembled.

“NO! No, please, Miss Rarity! Don't make me go back to them!” Silver began struggling in Rarity's grip, but the unicorn was too strong. “I don't need help! I need YOU...”

“It's alright, dear,” said Rarity. “You don't have to be afraid of me anymore. I promise, I'll make sure you get what you need...”

Then, without warning, Rarity punched Silver as hard as she could in the stomach.

Rarity released her grip on the gray filly, and watched as Silver staggered about in pain and shock. After a brief struggle to maintain her balance, Silver fell to her knees.

The pathetic display prompted a smile in Rarity. A very different kind of smile. A pleasurable warmth swelled over Rarity's marehood at the sight of the little filly doubled over in pain.

“There you are...” gasped Silver, holding on to her stomach. “Oh, thank Celestia it's really you...”

Even as the pain in her stomach seared her, a sense of profound relief washed over Silver Spoon. After all, what would she be if Miss Rarity were to go away? She was already nothing but a shadow. What happens to a shadow if there's no one to cast it?

“But why, Miss Rarity?” she asked. “Why did you lie to Sweetie Belle like that? There must have been other ways to get her to find you a foal. More fun ones...”

“You're second-guessing me, Silver,” Rarity's smile was gone now. “You'll pay for that later. But to answer your question, it is a matter of honey and vinegar. Sweetie Belle can be controlled with fear, yes, but only to a point. Luckily, there exists a force in this world which obliterates all reason and common sense, and causes ponies to take total leave of their sense of right and wrong.”

“What is it?”

“Love,” said Rarity. “I'd say you're living proof of that.”

Silver blushed. “I'm just glad it was an act,” she said. “I thought I'd lost you...”

“Amusing, isn't it?” said Rarity, with a smug grin. “I imagine Sweetie Belle thought she had FOUND me.”