Twisted: Four Little Foals

---Chapter 10: Silver Spoon and Fancypants----

The first night had been exceptionally beautiful. Spike wished he had someone to share it with.

Twist always came to their hill in the evenings, even on weekends. This time, Spike had gotten there early. He had brought with him a picnic blanket and a basket full of his special peanut butter cookies – Twist's favorite. After being made over by Rarity, he figured his friend would be in high spirits. This would be the perfect way to cap off the day.

Let's see her try and feel bad about herself NOW, Spike had thought to himself. He spread out the picnic blanket, grabbed a cookie to munch on, and waited. To pass the time, he looked up at the sky.

The sky had given a wonderful performance, as it slowly turned from blue, to gold, to sunless black. Someplace far away, Princess Luna whispered something in a language older than Ponykind itself, and a bright and shining full moon rose up into the sky.

All of this was lost on Spike, as he sat on the hill, alone. He had waited all afternoon, but his friend never came.

“Maybe Rarity couldn't see her right away,” thought the little dragon as he sadly walked down the hill with his basket and blanket. “She must have asked Twist to come by tonight. Yeah...that would explain it...”

So why didn't that explanation sit right with him? Why did everything feel so...wrong?

For a moment, he contemplated going to Rarity's to see her himself, but then he remembered Twilight's teleport spell, and her stern orders against Spike having any dealings with Rarity.

Ponies and their drama. Go figure.

Spike decided not to dwell on it. He still had most of his cookies left; he'd just wrap them up and save them for tomorrow. Twist was sure to show up then.

On the second night, the night of the Gathering, it was raining in Ponyville. Spike came to the hill anyway. He had borrowed Twilight's umbrella, and his cookies were still good, albeit slightly stale. The last time it had rained in the evening, Twist had shown up at Twilight's library and asked Spike why he hadn't been at the hill.

“It's just thome silly water,” she had said. “It can't hurt you! Unless you're the Goblin Queen from the 'Chronicles of Neighnia' book series. Rain makes her melt. But you're not, so come on out!”

It had been raining harder that night than it was this evening. But Twist was nowhere to be found.

After an hour of waiting, Spike walked home sadly, munching on soggy cookies.

He couldn't believe that his friend had stood him up twice in a row. Could Rarity still be working on her? No, that made no sense. Whoever heard of a 48 hour makeover?

“Makeover...of course!” Spike snapped his fingers in realization. “I bet she doesn't want to get wet because it'll ruin her new look!”

Spike immediately changed direction, and headed toward Twist's house instead of Twilight's. He happily knocked on the door, planning to surprise Twist.

“Now who's afraid of a little rain?” Spike said teasingly as the door opened. “Or were you secretly the Goblin Queen all along?”

“What did you just call me?” answered an annoyed mare from behind the door. The door opened fully, to reveal Shimmy Shake, Twist's mother. The cream-colored, pink-maned Earth Pony didn't seem very amused. “Spike! I'm surprised! How could you pull a prank on me at a time like...like this...”

She looked away from the young dragon and sniffled.

“Whoa, whoa, I didn't mean to hurt your feelings!” said Spike. “That's just a little joke me and Twist have, is all. Is she home?”

“Is she...? Oh. You don't know.” Shimmy shook her head sadly. “No, Spike, Twist...Twist isn't home.” The mare seemed to be holding back sobs.

“Miss Shimmy...I'm really sorry...please don't take it so personally...” Spike said. The rain was getting worse, and a strong wind blew at Spike, threatening to invert his umbrella. Shimmy did not seem to notice.

“Oh, Spike, you and Twist are friends, right?” she asked. “Was she...unhappy? Do you know of anything that might have made her want to leave town?”

“Leave...town?” Spike asked. “I mean...she was a little unhappy about her looks, but...what's this all about, exactly?”

“Come in, Spike. No one should have to be out in the rain on a night like tonight...” said Shimmy. “I just hope she's someplace dry...”

Spike walked into Twist's house, a barn-style domicile which was, as usual, hopelessly cluttered. Twist had never been the most orderly pony, a trait she seemed to share with her father, Hokey Pokey. Countless old books littered the living room. Unlike Twilight's books, these were strictly paperback fiction, with titles like Palamino Pleasures and Wizard-Zebras of Dungeoncraft (Book the 15th). A half-dozen Daring Do novels were stacked semi-neatly by the fireplace.

“Did something happen to Twist?” Spike asked. “Is she sick? Did she get hurt?”

Shimmy shuddered at Spike's words. “I...I don't know,” she said weakly, her voice barely audible. She reached into a drawer, pulled out a piece of paper, and handed it to Spike.

“What's this?” Spike asked, reading the letter over. His eyes widened as he reached the final line.

“She's...run away?” Spike said. “But...but...”

“If you know anything, Spike...” Shimmy said, “Please, if you have any idea where she could have gone...!”

“I don't know!” Spike said. “The last time I saw her she was so happy! Sweetie Belle was taking her to Rarity's place and...”

Spike gasped. The paper slipped from his hands and glided gently to the floor while the young dragon stood there, his mouth agape. Twilight Sparkle's voice echoed in the back of his mind.

“I don't want you going to Rarity's anymore, Spike! She's...she's not the pony you think she is, okay? I can't prove it yet, but...just stay away from her, okay?”

“No...” Spike whispered.

“And this is very important: tell your friends to stay away, too. I know you like her, but please, believe me: Rarity can't be allowed near any foals! Ever!”

“There's...there's...got to be some sort of mistake...” Spike said.

“Spike?” Shimmy said.

“We need to go see Twilight,” Spike said. “Right now!”

*******

Twist wished she could be ugly again.

As she descended into the gallery, a chorus of whispers traveled upward to greet her, growing louder and louder as she descended.

“Oh, her dress is so pretty! I can't wait to rip it off her,” said a mare wearing an expensive-looking necklace. She was holding a diamond-studded chain in her hoof, and at the end of it was a little colt, who looked even younger than Pip. He lay on the floor, clinging to her hoof, terrified.

“I love her look. Very girl-next-door. I don't think I've ever had a small-town foal before,” said a stallion who was groping himself obscenely. Twist had never seen an aroused stallion up-close before. This was not how she had imagined it.

Another stallion, who was breathing heavily as he stared at her, said only “She's so cute! I wonder what her screams sound like...”

A nearby mare laughed at his comment and slapped him playfully on the flank, adding “I bet she's never tasted a cunt before. How about you take one end and I take another, hmm?”

“Oh no...” Twist thought. “They're all like him. They're all as bad as him!” Fancypants smiled sadistically as she descended, almost as if he knew what she was thinking.

If only I didn't have this stupid dress, thought Twist. None of the others were dressed up, and consequently the ponies had paid less attention to them as they descended. But Twist's little outfit set her apart.

Twist landed gently on the ground in the center of the circle of adult ponies, right next to Rarity. Sweetie and Pip seemed to have attracted their own sets of followers, and were already being led to different areas of the chamber. But the bulk of the crowd was focused on Twist.

Above her, Silver Spoon, the last of the four to arrive, was being lowered into place. Even though she had been crying just a moment earlier, she had slipped the mask of the young society pony back on. She was the picture of dignity as she descended, but made a point to throw a few winks at the crowd, and make eyes at Fancypants for good measure.

Fancy responded by nodding to Rarity and then lowering Silver on one of the huge red couches which dotted the room. He broke off from the circle to welcome her, and several ponies followed.

Unsure of what else to do, Twist scampered over to Rarity and hugged her leg, terrified.

“Miss Rarity...” she said “H...help...please...”

Rarity turned to Twist with an arrogant smile.

“Why Twist, dear,” she said, in a rather loud voice, “whatever could be troubling you?”

Twist heard laughter coming from a few of the ponies who surrounded her.

“I'm thcared...” said Twist. “Please Miss Rarity...I'm sorry if I upset you. I'll pay you for the dress, I'll do whatever you want! Just please...don't let them touch me...”

“Oh, but Twist,” said Rarity “If it wasn't for my dress, none of them would want to touch you.”

“But..but...”

“You wanted to be pretty, darling,” said Rarity. “And you know what stallions like to do with pretty fillies, right?”

Twist felt a strange hoof begin to stroke her mane. She felt heavy breathing on her neck. But she didn't dare turn around.

“Please...” she said, looking up at Rarity. “Not like this...”

“Come now, Twist, didn't you say you wanted to be like the heroines of all those insipid romance novels you couldn't shut up about? The ones where the filly always ends up with a rich, handsome stallion?”

Rarity knelt down so she was at eye level with Twist.

“Don't tell me you haven't fantasized about this. I know your type: The early bloomer. The awkward little nerd who develops just a bit sooner than all the other foals, so she touches herself while reading dirty books because she can't find a little colt to experiment with. You think I haven't had a few fillies like you in my time?”

Rarity paused and began rubbing her cunt in full view of the crowd. Being able to verbally abuse little Twist in full view of dozens of ponies had excited her far more than she'd expected. She had waited so long, and now, finally, she could stop pretending. No more acting like Twist's friend. No more obscuring her true intentions. In this group, she would never have to hide. Rarity's cunt dripped as she savored the feeling of total freedom.

Twist could feel someone grabbing the zipper on the back of her dress.

“You came to me at the behest of your hormones,” Rarity continued. “Deep down, the only reason you wanted to be pretty was so you could get fucked. You almost had me buying your innocent little act, but that's all over now. So don't you dare pretend to be some terrified little maiden with me!”

“Okay!” Twist shouted. “Maybe I was curious! Maybe I like to play with myself thometimes! But...that's not why I came to you, Miss Rarity! I just...”

Twist's zipper was slowly being pulled down.

“I just...wanted them to thop laughing at me...I always get teased for how I look...and...yes, I wanted a coltfriend...” Twist said, as if this were something shameful.

“Well, then what are you complaining about?” Rarity asked. “I've given you all the coltfriends you could ever want.”

Laughter echoed from throughout the room at Rarity's humiliation of the terrified filly. The white unicorn smiled, happy to at last be in her element.

Twist began to tremble as someone pulled her dress off her. A moment later she felt a stallion's erection rubbing against her leg.

“MAKE THEM STOP! PLEASE! I'LL DO ANYTHING!” Twist screamed.

“Of course you will, dear,” said Rarity with a smile. “Whether you like it or not.”

Rarity kicked Twist away from her, leaving the terrified filly alone with her tormenters. With a smirk, Rarity casually walked away from the crowd gathered around Twist. Rarity knew many of the ponies at the Gathering, and she felt it prudent to say hello before things got too heated for socializing.

Twist was on her back now, looking up at a group of about a dozen grown ponies, and a few foals. The younger ones looked at her blankly, as if this was a sight they'd seen before. For a moment, Twist had entertained a fantasy of leading some sort of glorious childrens' rebellion against these terrible ponies. But one look in the dead eyes of these foals dashed those hopes completely. They were far beyond any sort of resistance.

One of them, a filly, was suddenly grabbed by a stallion, who immediately penetrated her without a single word. This violation brought no change in her expression. She was someplace far away. Or perhaps she was nowhere at all.

Twist looked away from them, but the alternative was not much better. Above her was another stallion, a gray unicorn with longish unkempt hair and pince-nez glasses. He was most likely the one who had undressed her earlier.

He was old enough to be Twist's father. She tried not to dwell on this.

“Well, I must say you looked more appealing with the dress on,” he said, and some of the other ponies laughed. “Still, I suppose you'll do.”

He positioned himself to enter her. Reflexively, Twist covered her sex with her hooves.

“Really now,” said the stallion, smirking. “You really don't think that's going to work, do you?”

“No, it's okay, I won't...” Twist had to force the words out. “I won't fight you. I just...pleath...can I know your name?”

The stallion raised an eyebrow. “Why in the moon's name could that possibly matter?”

“It's just...I've never been with anyone before...” said Twist.

“I know. Fancy told us all about the four of you while you were in the upper room. He made special mention of your virginity,” he said, smiling. “That's why I chose you.”

“Well...I alwayth kind of...dreamed of how it would be, you know? My first time...I thought...” she winced as her eyes filled with tears. “I thought it would be special...”

“If you're trying to get me to leave you alone out of pity, it's not going to work,” said the stallion. “besides, even if I did, someone else would be on you soon enough.”

“It's not that, really...” she said. “I just...I don't want to be with a total stranger. Not the first time...please...”

“Oh, for the love of-”

“PLEASE!” Twist's voice cracked as she cried out.

The stallion sighed. “Fine. My name is Jet Set. I'm thirty-six years old, married. I own a house here in town and a summer home in the Caymane Islands. There, are you happy now?”

“No...” Twist whispered. “But...thank you...” Then, with a resigned expression, she moved her hooves away from her cunt.

“Ah, there we are,” said Jet Set. “Oh, look at that hole. Just the perfect age...”

Twist closed her eyes again as Jet Set penetrated her. She did everything she could to ignore the terrible pain as he forced his way into her. She tried her best to ignore his weight on her body, his breathing and mumbling, his disgusting attempts at kissing her which were more like slobbering all over her tongue. Twist tried to ignore everything, and go far away.

Because Twist wasn't really there at all. There was no Gathering, no circle, and certainly no Rarity. Of course there wasn't. There was only a poor but kind-hearted and ravishingly beautiful servant girl named Twist, who worked in the estate of a rich pony named Jet Set. One day their eyes met, and they fell in love at first sight. And even though it scandalized polite society, his love for her was such that he decided to run away with her. Finally, on a starlit night at his secret villa in the tropics, they made love for the first time. Yes, she was making love. She wasn't being raped, and it didn't hurt, and she hadn't been betrayed by Rarity and tricked by Sweetie Belle. None of it was happening. She was making love.

“I'm not here. I'm making love...” she whispered as Jet Set pounded away inside her, with a force that hurt more with each thrust. “I'm not here. I'm making love...I'm not here...I'm not here...”

Twist began to cry as she chanted her mantra over and over. It wasn't working. The pain was overwhelming her imagination.

“I'm not here...I'm not here...I'm not...not...”

She gave up.

Twist opened her eyes. Above her, Jet Set continued to thrust into her while he french kissed a mare who had not been there before. His wife?

The mare broke the kiss and looked down at Twist, while stroking Jet Set lovingly on the back. “Are you close, dear?” she said. “You know how I love watching you come inside the little whores you break.”

Jet Set did not respond, but nodded as he increased his speed. Twist closed her eyes again, but made no attempt to return to her fantasy.

She heard a stallion groan, and then felt a warmth flood her insides. She knew what it was. As he came, she heard his wife exclaim happily “Oh, that was wonderful, dear! How was her cherry?”

“Not the tightest I've had, but quite satisfying,” he said. “she's all yours, dear.”

Twist winced as she felt the mare licking the blood and semen from her pussy. At least this didn't hurt.

A moment later, Twist opened her eyes in shock as she felt the mare spit the mixture back in her face.

She looked up to see the mare laughing.

“Why...did you do that?” Twist asked.

“Because there's no one here to stop me,” said the mare, she and her husband walked off together. As soon as they were gone, another pony stepped forward. This one was a huge white stallion.

“I don't like it when they lie down,” he said. “On your hooves.”

Twist said nothing, but she did as she was told. The stallion jammed as much of himself into her as he could, causing Twist to scream.

“Shut up!” he snapped. “Don't you make another damn sound or you'll be sorry!”

She was beginning to understand that empty-eyed filly she had seen before. She had assumed that the foal was imagining herself to be someplace else, but that wasn't right. She wasn't imagining, she was concentrating. She was trying with all her might to tune herself out of her own mind. She was forcing herself to become hollow. Because being nothing was better than being in pain.

Twist was trying to do that, too. But it wasn't working.

Silver Spoon lounged on the couch, casually touching herself while she chatted with Fancypants. She had succeeded in pushing her concerns about Diamond Tiara out of her mind for the time being. They could wait; her first and greatest priority was to help Miss Rarity by making a good impression. And so far, things were going perfectly.

She had begun the evening by fellating Fancy on the couch while a group of onlookers watched. The unicorn patted her head and stroked her mane while she pleasured him, and alternated between complimenting her exuberance and telling onlookers what “an astounding find” Silver was.

Fancy's member was larger than average, but Silver had had bigger, and she managed to suck him with a level of skill which even Fancy found surprising for a child. She felt the stallion's cock begin to throb at an increased pace, and realized he was close to climax. But before she could bring him over the edge, he stopped her.

“Enough,” he said. “Please my dear, we have all night. Allow me to savor your company as long as I can.”

“Oh, but Sir Fancypants,” said Silver. She had found that he liked to be called “sir.” “Surely someone of your...reputation would not be limited to a single orgasm this evening.” Pile on the flattery, she thought. That's the way.

“Certainly not!” he said. “But I'm not as young as I used to be, and I find it takes me longer and longer to recover these days. Ah, how I envy you females sometimes. You can just go on and on as long as you like. Observe that mare over there, for example...”

Fancy raised his hoof and indicated a mare across the room. She was a light blue unicorn about Rarity's age, and she was moaning loudly as two colts of about twelve years of age fucked her.

“In a few minutes, those colts will shoot off inside of her, and they'll be finished, at least for the time being. But Dazzle over there? She'll kick them off of her, go off in search of more, and within three minutes, be back in that same position, with two other colts. She'll probably sample a good dozen or so of them before she's finished this evening, and knowing her, every one of them will bring her to climax. But me? I'll achieve orgasm with two fillies, perhaps three if I'm lucky, and that shall be that for the night. Such is the curse of stallionhood, I suppose.”

Silver gave Fancy a kiss on his member. “You're selling yourself short, Sir Fancypants. I bet being a stallion has its advantages. You can't tell me you don't enjoy having this beautiful thing between your legs.”

Fancypants chuckled. “Wondering what it would be like to have one of your own, eh?”

“Me? Oh, I'm not fit for one,” said Silver. “But if Miss Rarity had one...oh, the things she could do to me. Violate me with her own body. No strapons, no toys...just her flesh inside mine. I could see it now...she'd rape me anytime her cock got hard. Fill me with her seed over and over again. Force me to bear her child....”

“You've thought about this,” said Fancy, with an excited smile.

“Oh yes. At length.” Silver said with a giggle.

Silver Spoon surveyed the crowd gathered around her. They were hanging on her every word, but they all knew better than to make a move on her unless Fancy gave the okay.

She noticed, however, that the largest crowd seemed to be centered around Twist. In fact, Silver seemed to have the smallest group of admirers of any of the four. Silver wasn't quite sure why that was, but she knew she had to step up her game if she was going to impress Miss Rarity.

Just then, a thought popped into Silver Spoon's head.

“No,” she told it, and turned back to Fancy.

“Oh, Sir Fancypants, I know you want to make this night last, but...” Silver changed the tone of her voice so it was just slightly deeper, and she spoke slower for emphasis. “I don't think I can wait much longer...it's just how I am...I'm an impatient little whore...”

The filly got on her hooves, turned around, and began rubbing her cunt against Fancy's member.

“I'm so sorry, Sir Fancypants, I know a fucktoy like me has no right to ask for anything, but...please...I need it...”

And she did, as Fancy could easily tell by the slickness of her hole. But Silver wasn't really speaking to him. By turning around she had positioned herself to face the crowd, and voiced her desires in their direction.

Let them all see, she thought. Let them all see what Miss Rarity has made me capable of. I'm going to put on the greatest show they've ever seen. They're all going to love her. Because of me. And then she'll never doubt my usefulness again.

Silver stared down the group of assembled ponies. She had their total attention, and most of them were touching themselves or each other. Perfect.

“How can I refuse such an offer?” Fancy said. “Very well, my sweet little trollop...brace yourself.”

He began to rub his cock against her dripping opening, but did not seem intent on entering her. Instead, he rubbed the entire length of his shaft on on her outer lips, until his cock was completely moist.

“You tease!” said Silver, again raising her voice so her conversation with Fancy was as public as possible.

“Not at all, my dear,” he said. “I'm simply making sure I'm properly lubricated...”

As he spoke, he lifted up Silver's tail. She let out a happy squeal as she felt his hardness rub up against her asshole.

“Shall I?” he asked, in a tone that made it clear that the question was rhetorical.

“You know you don't have to ask my permission. My consent is meaningless. All that matters is that you use me to get off,” said Silver in her best seductress voice. “But yes...fuck me hard!”

Fancypants smiled, and then grabbed her sides with each of his forehooves. With a moan, he thrust his cock inside her tailhole, causing Silver to cry out happily. It didn't take long for the two of them to work up a rhythm, with Silver thrusting back at Fancypants greedily as he thrust deeper and deeper into her ass.

Silver found Fancy to be a surprisingly tender partner. He didn't just fuck her mindlessly like so many other stallions: he planted kisses down her neck as he went, played with her nipples, and reached down to periodically please her clit. He would whisper loving compliments into her ears, and he almost seemed concerned with Silver's pleasure. The filly found it all to be a bit of a turn-off. She was used to being brutally dominated, not tended to.

Thankfully, the accompanying sodomy was painful enough to distract Silver from Fancy's kinder tendencies. Perhaps after she had pleased Fancy and a few of these onlookers, she could find Miss Rarity, and let her give them all a lesson in how to properly torture a foal.

There it was again. That thought. Had it ever left? No matter. Silver ignored it.

For the meantime, however, Silver had a show to put on. She locked eyes with one of the more aroused stallions in the group of onlookers. “My mouth is empty,” she cooed, adding a pleasurable squeal so Fancy wouldn't think she'd forgotten him.

The stallion looked to Fancy, who nodded. But Silver barely had time to get him in her mouth before he came. The crowd laughed as he pulled out and sheepishly walked off.

“More!” Silver shouted after swallowing his load. The statement was directed at both the crowd and Fancypants. Fancy increased his tempo as a light red mare hopped on the couch, wearing a look of contempt on her face. After lying down on her back, she grabbed Silver by the hair and pulled her between her legs.

“Eat it, you worthless hole,” she said, pulling the filly's hair so hard that a clump of it was torn right off. Silver screamed. The mare shouted degrading insults at Silver Spoon as she ate her cunt. Occasionally, she would pull Silver off her cunt long enough to slap her hard in the face and then shove her back down into her nethers. The third slap drew blood, and the pain was enough to drive Silver over the edge. She reflexively grabbed onto the mare as her orgasm rocked her body. The mare, seemingly disgusted, spit in Silver's mane as she moaned in ecstasy.

The sound of Silver Spoon's cries caused Fancypants to lose control as well. He rammed the fullness of his member into her as he came, filling her bowels with his seed.

“Oh...oh my sun...you glorious little strumpet....” Fancy said, as he pulled out of Silver and fell back on the couch. “That was heavenly...”

It seemed to Silver that Fancy thought he had been the one who had driven her to climax. Good. It wasn't as though he had been bad, but he lacked something Silver deeply needed.

“Who said you could stop, cunt?” snarled the mare. She hit Silver hard in the face with her foreleg, sending her falling back into Fancy's arms.

“Oh, Glimmer, do show a little decorum, won't you? You've probably given her a black eye!” said Fancy. “My apologies, Silver. She's a bit of a misogynist, that one. Treats colts like gods, but treats fillies like garbage. I daresay the only female she has any respect for is herself.”

Glimmer huffed in Fancy's direction.

“She's a spirited one, but I'm sure you can handle her, my darling,” Fancypants said, giving Silver Spoon a kiss on the nose. “I should go attend to my other guests. I'll be back later!” With that, Fancypants hopped off the couch and walked off.

Silver was a little glad to see him go. She didn't want to let on how much she'd enjoyed Glimmer's abuse.

Her right eye already beginning to swell from the blow, Silver crawled back to Glimmer. “You keep eating me until I damn well tell you to stop,” said the mare. “And Celestia help you if you don't make me come.”

Silver went to work immediately, reveling in the taste of the hateful mare's juices. A minute later, she felt another cock thrust itself into her cunt, and didn't bother to look to see who it belonged to. What did it matter?

Silver's eye hurt more and more as she continued eating Glimmer. The mare screamed, pulled her hair, and insulted her at every turn.

Yes...hurt me... Silver thought. Make me cry, make me bleed, make me suffer...hurt me like she does...that's all I'll ever be good for...

The thought echoed in Silver's head as her second orgasm hit her. Glimmer came in unison with the foal, and was gone by the time Silver's climax had subsided.

Silver looked at the crowd once again. Their numbers were a little smaller than before, but that was fine. The ones who had stayed had seen her true nature. She could see it in their eyes: they wanted to hurt her. And she wanted to let them.

A night ago, she had been terrified of these ponies. Now she welcomed their abuse. The more of them used her, the more she would please her mistress, and the thought of Rarity complimenting her had chased away all her fears.

In their place, Silver Spoon found another overwhelming feeling: a craving. She needed them to hurt her more.

The more it hurt, the harder she came. And the pain had the added benefit of drowning out every other thought in her head. Even that one.

Especially that one. Why wouldn't it go away? Why had it been there this whole time, hiding, growing, in the corner of her mind?

It was alright. She would smother it with pain until it was dead.

“If any of you are in the mood,” Silver said, half-drunk from her last climax, “I'd love a scar or two to remember you all by.”

“Unbelievable,” said Fancypants as he surveyed the room. “How could she be losing?”

Wishing Star, an elegant mare decked out in an expensive black dress, chuckled at his comment. “It's not a competition, Fancy. We're all here to enjoy ourselves.”

“You know what I mean,” said Fancypants. “It's the same every year. You can always tell which foal is going to get the most votes to become the Offering by what size crowd they gather. And the largest crowd-”

“Isn't hers?” said Wishing Star sardonically. “It's hardly surprising.”

“Are you mad? It makes no sense! How can Silver Spoon have the smallest group?” he said. “She's such a perfect, wanton little slut. Not like the others. They're all tears and misery.”

“And that's the whole point,” said Wishing Star, filling her glass with wine from the fountain and taking a sizable gulp. It was far from her first glass of the evening.

“You've raped so many foals in your time, that to you there's nothing more novel and enticing than a cooperative child,” she said. “But most of us don't have your...experience. Simply put, to us, forcing ourselves on an unwilling partner is half the fun. I just got done pushing my hoof into the little freak with the glasses...oh, you should have heard her screams. She had been practically catatonic before, but I forced her voice back to life.”

“And you enjoyed that, did you?” Fancy said with a huff.

“Of course! You forget, dear Fancypants: no one in this room is as powerful as you. We all dominate our own little corners of society or business, but you dominate all of Canterlot! Aside from the Royal Sisters, no one stands above you, and we all know it.”

“If you're trying to make me feel better...”

“I'm merely stating the obvious,” said Wish. “My point is, most of us long to feel that kind of total power and control. And there's no better way to get that, than by pinning down some sweet little foal, ignoring her cries for mercy, and completely and utterly ravishing her.”

Wishing Star blushed as she finished speaking. She let out a laugh, and pushed Fancy away playfully.

“Oh, Fancy! Look what you've got me saying! You devil, you!” she demurred. “Oh, now I'm all pent up! I think I'll go see which of the Gallery colts are free.”

She began to trot away, looking more than a bit wobbly as she went. After a moment, she turned and called back, “Don't feel too bad about Silver Spoon, Fancy! Her owner's a Circle member now! I'm sure you'll get to see her all the time!”

Fancy gritted his teeth as he turned away from her. “No,” he said to himself. “I've never encountered a child like her before. She's so beautiful, so depraved...she can't go home to that filthy little stain of a village. It would be such a terrible waste. I won't allow it!”

He didn't want to show obvious favoritism – he was the host, after all – so Fancy began walking in the direction of Sweetie Belle's group. But his thoughts were centered squarely on Silver Spoon.

“This simply won't do,” he said under his breath. “To hell with what the Circle wants. If their taste is that atrocious, then let them pick one of the other three.”

Above the cacophony of countless ponies talking, moaning, and fornicating, Fancy heard Silver Spoon cry out in pleasure.

“Worry not, my perverse little angel,” he whispered. “By the time this night is over, you will be mine.”