Twisted: Four Little Foals

--------Chapter 13: Fancypants and Sweetie Belle------

“You want to buy Silver Spoon?” exclaimed Sweetie Belle.

Sweetie sat on a couch next to Fancypants, untouched, and for the moment, safe from the desires of the Circle members. Fancy made it clear to anyone who approached Sweetie that she was off-limits for the time being. All this, so that he could casually converse with Sweetie about his intention to “acquire” Silver Spoon, as if she were a piece of real estate.

“Well, I certainly intend to fairly compensate your sister for her,” said Fancy. “I would never swindle a fellow Circle member.”

“Sure, whatever,” said Sweetie. “But then what do you need me for? You've got way more money than my sis. Just give her some if you want Silver Spoon that bad.”

“Sweetie, please,” said Fancypants. “This isn't just about the transfer of property. I don't want Silver to just be another piece of flesh for my Gallery. I want her to be mine.”

Sweetie blinked. “Um, what?”

“In all my years as a connoisseur of young ponies” said Fancypants, with a slight giddiness in his voice, “I have never encountered a foal like her. She is...insatiable. Ravishing. Refined, beautiful, and so, so very perverse. I believe she's been used by roughly half the Circle by now, and all she wants is more. With the rest of you foals, it's clear who is the dominant party is, and who exists merely as a vessel for our pleasure. But with Silver Spoon? I honestly have to wonder if she's not the one using us.”

Sweetie raised an eyebrow. To her, the idea of Silver Spoon being dominant in any situation was almost too absurd to comprehend. Was Fancypants really talking about the same filly she knew?

“I could do so much with a wanton little child like her. I would take her as my partner, ravish her little body nightly, and provide her with as many cocks and cunts as she wanted to remain satisfied. I would raise her as if she were at once my daughter, my bride, and my whore. Elevate her to levels she had never dreamed of. She would have wealth and status beyond imagining. Aside from myself, every pony in Canterlot society – adult or child – would grovel at her beautiful hooves. She would be beloved, feared, and adored, and her every whim would be attended to. Nothing less for my Silver Spoon.” Fancy finished his speech with a blissful sigh.

Sweetie put both her forehooves over her mouth.

“So you see Sweetie, this is more than just a purchase. This is a matter of the heart. She must come to me willingly or not at all. So I must know: how should I best approach her?”

There was no stopping it. Try as she might, Sweetie Belle couldn't hold herself back any longer.

She lowered her hooves, and began laughing uproariously.

Fancy's mood soured instantly. His easy smile turned to a sneer as the filly laughed at him.

“Did I say something funny?” he said in a low voice.

“You...” Sweetie forced herself to speak through her guffaws. “You want to make Silver Spoon rich and powerful? Silver Spoon? Don't you know anything about her?”

“I know she was wealthy before...by Ponyville standards...but her family is practically destitute compared to my vast-”

“You don't get it!” said Sweetie, calming down slightly. “You say you want to treat Silver nice and give her control over others, but those are the two things she hates the most in the world! She likes to be beaten up and bullied, and she wants to be told what to do. You say you're going to raise her above everyone in Canterlot? She hates being held above ANYONE. She's the total opposite of what you think she is!”

Fancypants punched the surface of the couch in frustration. “Do not mock me, child. Just because she put on a little masochistic show for the others doesn't mean I can't train that foolishness out of her. When I'm done, she'll see that true arousal comes from inflicting pain, not-”

“You're wrong,” said Sweetie Belle. She wasn't going to let this go. She had realized that for the first time, she had power over a Canterlot pony. After years of resentment and anger at Fancypants and his kind, she finally had a weapon she could use to hurt them. And she intended to use it for all it was worth.

“Maybe you can get my sis to sell you Silver Spoon, but you'll never get her to like you,” said Sweetie. “Do you know why she was so eager to be with all those other ponies? Why she was so nice and interested in you before? Why she talked all fancy to you? It wasn't for you. There's only one reason Silver Spoon does anything,”

“And that would be?” Fancy asked in a low voice.

“To make Rarity happy,” Sweetie said. “I've seen her do this trick before. She knows Rarity wanted to impress you. So she pretended to really like you. But I've lived with Silver for half a year now, and I don't think she likes anyone else, least of all herself. The only pony she likes in the whole world is my sister.”

“No...” Fancy said, with urgency in his voice. “No, she just needs time, and she'll-”

“She's not going to change,” said Sweetie, smiling. “Her entire life is all about pleasing my sister. If sis asks her to go with you, she will. She'll even tell you she loves you, if Rarity orders her to. But it'll only be an act. That's all it will ever be.”

Then, without warning, Fancypants struck Sweetie Belle across the face.

“LIAR!” he shouted. “You weren't there. You didn't hear how she spoke to me...”

Sweetie held a hoof up to her cheek where Fancypants had struck her. For a moment, she considered backing down. But only for a moment.

“Let me guess, did she call you 'sir' a lot? Did she compliment your dick? Agree with everything you said? Make little jokes?”

Fancy's lip curled in anger. Sweetie knew she was going to get hit for this. But it would be worth it.

“She does that all the time,” said Sweetie. “It's her little routine. Sis usually isn't around for it, because when she's in the room, all Silver pays attention to is her. But when she's gone? She'll play that little scene just to get sis' clients to like her. Because that makes sis happy. And Silver Spoon loves my sister. And only my sister. To her, you're just another way of getting Miss Rarity's love.”

“You...presumptuous...little...no one talks to me that way! NO ONE!” Fancypants' normally calm and confident tone had vanished. A few circle members began turning their heads toward the couch at the rare sight of their leader losing his composure.

“And don't you DARE tell me I can't have her!” Fancy continued. “I am the center of Canterlot! I see what I want, and I take it!”

If Sweetie Belle had possessed more foresight, she would have kept her mouth shut. She would have taken her small victory and been satisfied with it. But Sweetie Belle, despite the many things she had been forced to endure, was still a foal, possessed of a child's judgment. And at that moment, her judgment was telling her to go for broke.

“Well, this is one thing you can't take,” she said. “Silver Spoon will never love you, Fancypants. You can't have her. Not ever.”

Sweetie's stomach contracted in pain as Fancy delivered a blow directly to her abdomen. It was followed immediately by another, and another, each more powerful and more painful than the last. A small crowd began to gather, which grew larger by the second.

The word spread through the chamber quickly: the unthinkable had happened. Fancypants, the collected, refined aristocrat, was actually angry.

“You think you can tell me there's something I can't have?” he yelled as he kept hitting the same spot. “You think you can mock my feelings? You arrogant, spoiled little brat!”

The final blow to Sweetie's stomach sent her tumbling to the other end of the couch. She hunched over, holding her stomach in pain.

“NO ONE tells me what I can't have!” said Fancy. “Not you, not your sister, and not Silver Spoon! She WILL love me! Because I want her to!”

He crawled over to Sweetie as she began to regain her composure. He grabbed her face with his forehoof and forced her to look him in the eye.

“You thought yourself clever, was that it? You thought that since I asked you for help, that gave you an advantage? Well, where is your advantage now? Know this, brat: you have no leverage here.”

He turned to the assembled crowd.

“None of you do! You hear me? No one has power over me!”

Not a single pony dared to respond.

He turned back to Sweetie. “And you are the most powerless of them all.”

Sweetie Belle considered Fancy's words for a moment. The word “powerless” reverberated in her mind as she recalled the years of abuses she had suffered at the hooves of Fancy and his friends. Unlike Rarity, who still displayed moments of kindness and love, Fancy had never brought her anything but pain. If there was one pony alive who Sweetie Belle absolutely despised, it was him.

Powerless? thought Sweetie Belle. Yeah...I guess I am. Most of the time.

But not here, and not now.

Sweetie returned Fancy's furious gaze. And then, she spat in his face.

Fancypants took a moment to react, as if the event did not immediately register in his mind.

But then Fancy's teeth clenched. What little control remained reflected in his features was consumed by a look of pure wrath. And Sweetie Belle knew that in some small way, she had proven him wrong.

She mentally savored this brief victory. And braced herself for the consequences.

“You...little...whore!” Fancy cried. “No one has ever...EVER...”

Fancy's horn erupted with glowing light.

Rarity smiled with satisfaction as she exited the gallery. Behind her, the gentle sobs of a young colt were drowned out by the slamming of the great doors. She would return there soon enough, but she wished to check on her charges one more time.

She passed by Twist, who lay on the floor with her eyes closed, surrounded by a group of laughing mares. They were taking turns pissing on the filly, who, despite being unrestrained, made no attempt to escape her humiliation. She just lay on the ground, mumbling. Rarity wasn't sure, but she thought she heard Twist saying “far away, far away, far away...”

Pip was on a bed, his face buried in a moaning mare's crotch. Behind him, a stallion moaned as he climaxed in the colt's rectum. Rarity noticed what appeared to be small bloodstains on the bedsheets. Then she saw Hoity Toity, lying asleep at the foot of the bed, and it all made sense.

Rarity looked around the room dreamily. She was still coming down from her latest orgasm, and she couldn't quite remember where Silver Spoon was situated.

But then she heard a collective gasp, which seemed to drain all the energy from the room. Dozens of ponies turned their heads in the direction of the noise, just in time to hear Fancypants scream.

“You...little...WHORE! No one has ever...EVER!”

A bright flash of light marked the location of the commotion. Curious, Rarity walked toward it.

Lying on her couch, Silver Spoon saw the flash as well. Suddenly, the few onlookers she had were running off in the direction of the light.

“Wait!” Silver yelled after them. “Don't go...don't leave me alone with...”

She stepped off the couch. Whatever was going on, it would hopefully be enough to distract her from her own persistent thoughts. As soon as she took her first step, her whole body began to ache. The night's activities were catching up to her.

“No...” said Silver. “Can't be alone...not now...”

If there was one thing Silver Spoon was better at than anyone else, it was enduring pain. She ran toward the crowd at full speed.

On Pip's bed, the flash of light was met with catty giggles.

“Did you see that?” said the mare who had been using Pip's mouth. “I think Fancy's finally blown a gasket!”

She climbed off Pip and turned to her companion, a chestnut colored stallion.

“Come on, we don't want to miss this! It should be simply scandalous!”

The stallion said nothing, but removed himself from Pip as well.

Pip barely had time to notice before he felt himself being lifted up and placed on the mare's back.

“You're coming, too,” the mare said. “You're not going to want to miss this! Fancy's brutality is the stuff of legend.” The mare laughed as she and her partner ran toward the crowd, with Pip in tow.

Twist opened her eyes. They were gone. The awful ponies who had been tormenting her all night had just vanished. Was she imagining again? Had she finally lost the ability to tell the difference?

No. In her fantasies, they never touched her. But she knew that right now, she was anything but untouched.

She looked around. This might be her chance to escape. But she couldn't leave without the others. Where were they?

Nearby, Twist saw a large crowd gathering around a couch. Maybe the others were there. Perhaps she could sneak them out. Or maybe she couldn't. But at least she'd be able to see her friends again. Even if it was only for a moment, all she wanted in the world was to see another pony she didn't need to be afraid of.

Tentatively, Twist began walking toward the crowd.

Sweetie Belle couldn't move. She wasn't sure what Fancypants had done, but she was completely paralyzed.

Ordinarily, being immobile would not have terrified Sweetie. She had been bound countless times in her young life, but almost always with physical restraints. This was something different. Her body would not obey her. She could breathe and speak, but beyond that, she was completely helpless. At least when her sister tied her up, she could struggle.

Yet Sweetie's fear did not stem from her inability to move. It came from the look in Fancypants' eyes.

She had seen those eyes before, just for a moment, when he had first welcomed Rarity to his home earlier that evening. Sweetie remembered the collective shudder his gaze had caused among herself and the other three foals.

And she had seen the eyes again later that evening, when Fancy had told them about the painting he had stolen. Only now did Sweetie realize that Fancy had been very purposeful in leading them to that particular painting, so he could tell them that particular story. When he told them about the art gallery he had burned to the ground for refusing to sell him a painting, he hadn't just been making conversation. He was giving them a message:

“This is what I do when someone tells me 'no'.”

Fancy's mask was off now, and Sweetie had never been more afraid in her entire life.

“Please, Sir Fancypants...” she said. “I didn't mean to-”

Suddenly, Sweetie could not speak.

A small ring of magical energy had appeared around Sweetie's throat, cutting off her air supply. Fancy sneered as his horn let loose another flash.

And then, the ring began to get smaller.

“SOMEBODY HELP HE-”

Twist's shout was cut off as someone placed his hoof over her mouth. She looked up and saw Jet Set, the stallion who had taken her virginity earlier that night. He shook his head slowly while looking into Twist's eyes. It was a threat.

Twist nodded in fear, and Jet Set let go of her. The terrified filly collapsed on the ground, covering her eyes.

“Someone please...” she whispered softly. “Don't let him do this to her...”

“What's he doing?” Pip asked, as he was led into the crowd. “He's hurting her! Shouldn't we do something?”

“Listen, kid,” said the mare accompanying him. “You see that there? That's what happens when Fancypants gets angry. What do you think will happen if one of us tries to do something?”

“I don't know...” Pip said.

“He'll get MORE angry. And then it won't just be that filly who's in trouble, it'll be all of us.”

“But he's hurting Sweetie Be-”

“Look, I'll make it simple for you, okay? You stay on my back. You try to jump off or yell at Fancy, and not only will it be ten times worse for Sweetie, but I'll make damn sure that Fancy knows you were the one who interfered. You got it?”

Pip sighed. “I...I got it.”

“Good boy,” said the mare. “Now just sit back and watch the show.”

But Pip didn't want to watch the show. He closed his eyes and tried to think of something, anything else. Something that made him happy.

Pirates. Pip loved pirates. Pirates were brave, and strong, and they didn't run from a challenge. And there were good pirates, who always helped ponies in need, no matter the danger.

I'm not a pirate, Pip thought.

Silver Spoon's run ground to a sudden halt once she caught sight of the spectacle. Fancypants was sitting on a couch with Sweetie Belle, glowering with rage. And all Sweetie could do in return was gasp hopelessly for air. It took Silver a moment to notice the glowing ring around Sweetie's throat.

“Oh my sun...” she whispered. “He's going to kill her...”

Silver turned to the adult pony next to her. Her intention had been to ask him to help, but she realized immediately that this was pointless. If anyone in the crowd was willing to oppose Fancypants, they would have tried already.

It was then that Silver remembered what Sweetie Belle had told her the previous night:

“They're powerful. They all protect each other. And no one protects us.”

Sweetie's face was beginning to turn blue.

The other ponies all stood silent and still as statues. Not one looked away, and not one even tried to intervene.

Silver looked around desperately for Rarity. She spotted a white unicorn on the far side of the chamber who might have been her, but she was too far away to recognize. By the time she got here, it would be too late.

As the horrible spectacle unfolded before her, Silver remembered how Sweetie had stayed with her the night before. How she had endured the company of a pony she hated because Silver was afraid of dying at the Gathering.

“It was supposed to be me...” Silver Spoon whispered to herself. “If anyone was going to die here, it should have been me...I chose this life. You didn't.”

Sweetie's eyes were rolling into the back of her head...

“You're Miss Rarity's sister...” Silver whispered. “She...loves you. And you were kind to me...you don't deserve to-”

It looks like there's someone else that needs you.

The voice again. This time, Silver did not fight it.

Now is the time. Who do you want to be?

Sweetie Belle was beginning to convulse...

Silver Spoon's leg moved.

First one, then the other. Then all four. She ignored everyone else around her. She ignored the pain in her body. She broke into a full gallop.

And as she ran, a new voice played in her head. It belonged to Cheerilee.

“Sometimes...she would have these moments of such profound compassion...”

The wound on Silver's cutie mark reopened, sending fresh blood streaming from her flank. Silver did not notice.

“And it was little things like that, which showed me who she really was, deep down.”

She reached the couch, and in a single motion, clumsy but purposeful, she jumped.

From the crowd, Silver thought she heard someone call Sweetie's name. But there wasn't time to look.

“No, Silver Spoon was not a good pony.”

Silver landed on the armrest closest to Fancypants, which put her at eye level with the older unicorn. He saw Silver, and made the slightest hint of a smile.

“But I truly believe, that one day...”

Silver turned, and, channeling every remaining ounce of her strength into her two back legs, she kicked.

“...she would have been.”

When kicking at full strength, a fit adult Earth Pony's legs are capable of smashing an oak tree to splinters. Silver Spoon was only a child, and less strong than most ponies her age. On top of that, she been weakened by the night's excesses. But she was still an Earth Pony. And she did not hold back.

Fancypants was sent careening backwards unto the hard marble floor. A collective roar of shock rose up from the crowd.

The magical ring vanished from Sweetie Belle's throat, and the filly gasped, desperately taking in air. She rubbed her throat as she took deeper and deeper breaths. As her color returned to normal, Sweetie felt Silver Spoon embrace her.

“You're okay, right?” Silver said. “Please tell me you're o-”

“SILVER SPOON!”

Silver looked out into the crowd. There, in the center, was Rarity, her horn glowing bright. Silver realized that she had been the one who had called out Sweetie's name a moment earlier. The glow from Rarity's horn dissipated as the unicorn's expression of shock dissolved into one of fury.

“What...have...you...DONE?” Rarity said.

“He was going to...” Silver stammered. “Miss Rarity, I was just trying to help your siste-”

“Do you have any idea,” Rarity yelled as she pushed her way through the crowd, “what you've just-”

“ENOUGH!”

Fancypants got up from the ground. His meticulously groomed mane was disheveled and dirty, and he held the right side of his face with his hoof, making it difficult to see the full extent of the damage. There was a pool of blood on the ground where he had fallen, and he appeared to still be bleeding from his head. The leader of the Circle spat out a tooth as he got his bearings.

He looked about the room, and then, quite by chance, his uncovered eye met with those of Silver Spoon. Fancy stared into them, and his expression changed. For just a moment, there was a look of great sadness on his face.

Then it was gone. The stallion turned his back to her, and addressed his congregation without facing them.

“This Gathering is over,” he said. “Decide which foal will be the offering, and do it quickly. I will return here in fifteen minutes, and at that time I expect every last one of you to be gone from my home.”

Another flash of light filled the chamber, and Fancypants was gone.

Sweetie Belle broke her embrace with Silver and walked up to her sister, hugging her.

“Sis, please...she saved me...” said Sweetie, her voice weak and low. “He was trying to kill me!”

“I would have killed him first,” Rarity whispered. “But I didn't have to. There was another way. Another second and I could have done it.”

She turned to Silver Spoon. “But then you...YOU...”

Silver began to shake. “Miss Rarity, please! I didn't mean to upset you! Everything I've been doing all night, I've been doing to help yo-”

Someone grabbed Silver from behind. At the same moment, Rarity was lifted up by a magical field.

“This lowborn bitch has betrayed the Circle!” shouted Upper Crust, as she held Rarity magically in place above her head. “Her little brat attacked our leader!”

“Let me go this instant!” Rarity shouted. “I am one of you!”

“One of us? How dare she?” came a voice from the crowd.

“I bet she's a spy for Celestia!” said another. “This was all a plan to expose us!”

“It's like I said all along,” remarked a third voice. “This is what comes of letting an outsider join our ranks. The Circle is for Canterlot elites, not a glorified seamstress from some podunk farming village!”

Silver Spoon hung her head. The unicorn who restrained her wasn't using magic. She might have overpowered him, but she offered no resistance.

“I was just trying to help her...” she said.

“String them up!” cried a voice. “Rarity and the brat! We'll make examples of them!”

Around half of the crowd cheered in approval.

“No, let Miss Rarity go!” shouted Silver. “It's my fault! It should be me!”

The voice inside Silver was silent now.

“I deserve it...” Silver said. “I failed Miss Rarity. Whatever you do to me, I deserve it...”

“St..stop....” Sweetie tried to yell, but her voice was still too weak. “Don't hurt them...please...”

Her voice was easily drowned out by the crowd. But another voice was not.

“THIS IS A DISGRACE! ALL OF YOU, SHOW SOME DECORUM!” Prince Bluebood shouted, and the entire room froze. Though he was not an alicorn, he was still capable of using the Royal Canterlot Voice, and it never failed to bring order to a room.

“Let her down,” Blueblood said, as the crowd parted to give him room.

Upper Crust was flabbergasted. “But she-”

“In Fancy's absence, I lead this Circle. That is our law. Now let her down.”

The unicorn grudgingly did as she was told.

“Membership in our order is for life. You know this. The only way a member can be expelled is if they betray or harm another member directly. And failing to properly train one's foal, while disgraceful, hardly counts as direct attack.” Blueblood stamped his hoof. “The circle cannot be broken.”

“The circle cannot be broken,” repeated the others.

“That said,” said Blueblood. “That does not mean we cannot administer discipline. Your foal has committed an outrage here today, Rarity. That will not go unpunished.”

Rarity grimaced. She despised being spoken to like this by anyone, but especially by Blueblood.

“Your punishment will be decided on shortly,” he said. “But first...I believe you have an offering to make. It is time for the Circle to choose!”

A cacophony of voices rose from the crowd, as the circle members began debating which way they would vote.

“Not the silver one. I couldn't stand seeing that treacherous little bitch in the Gallery.”

“But if she was in the Gallery, we could do whatever we wanted to her. Make her pay.”

“I like the colt. He was so desperate to come, he practically begged for it. I'd love to deny him orgasms for a month or two, just watch him lose his mind with desperation...”

“The filly with the glasses just cried and mumbled to herself when I raped her. I loved it. The ones with broken spirits are my favorites.”

“It should be Sweetie Belle. We'll punish Rarity by taking her sister from her.”

Normally, a spirited debate was part of the process, but Blueblood felt compelled to speed things up. He didn't want to find out what Fancy would do if they were still there when he returned. The Prince stomped his hoof for silence, and the others complied.

“It is time,” he said. Blueblood lit up his horn, and four little foals rose up into the air.

Sweetie Belle was still wheezing in pain.

Pipsqueak whimpered, more confused and afraid than ever.

Twist covered her face in shame. “Please, just leave us alone...” she said weakly.

And Silver Spoon, disgraced, had gone limp. She kept her eyes closed, terrified of catching Rarity's gaze.

“The four are assembled,” said Blueblood. “We shall now select our offering. Noble ponies of the Circle: make your choice!”