Twisted: Four Little Foals

----4: Rarity and Silver Spoon----

“Is it just..automatically beautiful?”

As she walked down the path to Carousel Boutique with Sweetie Belle, Twist found herself pondering Spike's comment about the evening sky. Just what did he mean by “automatically beautiful?” Can something be pretty by accident? Like all those fillies at school who seemed to outshine her without the slightest effort?

It made Twist a little angry, to think that those fillies might be like the sky: pretty without even meaning to be. And meanwhile, here she was, plain little Twist, going out of her way to ask Rarity for a dress which, if she was lucky, would put her on the same level those other girls had attained without even trying.

Or was she thinking about this too hard? Spike had always told her she was pretty, and Spike was no liar. Was she already nicer looking than she thought? And what about those other fillies? Did they even know how good they looked? Since it came so naturally to them, did they ever think about it at all?

“If I ever do become beautiful,” Twist said, “how will I know?”

“Sorry, what?” asked Sweetie Belle. She seemed deeply lost in thought, and hadn't said a word since the two had left Spike.

“Oh, I was just thinking out loud,” said Twist. “I have a question I think I should ask your thister.”

“My sister...” said Sweetie Belle. “Listen, Twist? Are you sure you have time to do this today? You know, um, my sister really fusses over her dresses. She might take up a lot of your time...so if you have something else to do, like, homework or...”

“Nope! Not a thing!” Twist chirped. “And I can't wait to get started!”

“Okay...” said Sweetie. She hung her head.

“You alright, Sweetie?” asked Twist. “You're not usually this quiet...”

“I'm fine,” Sweetie said, raising her head again. She did not look at Twist. “We're almost there.”

**

Pip was thrilled. And terrified.

This was the fourth time the monster had taken him. Four times in six months, and each had been more painful – and more pleasurable – than the last. The little colt had gotten used to a few difficult truths in that time: pleasure always came with pain. Fear of the monster always came with excitement at her touch. Every day he dreaded her inevitable return, yet at the same time, he couldn't wait. Each time she took him, he discovered new things about his own body. They were terrifying, yet wonderful.

The monster was right. There must be something very, very wrong with him. It was the only explanation. And the monster, in all of her cruelty, was the only one who could help him understand himself.

But this time, things were different.

He awoke, tied up and blindfolded like always. But the monster said and did nothing.

“M..miss monster?” Pip said, “are you there?”

There was no response.

Pip called out, again and again, but only silence answered him. Time passed. Perhaps minutes, perhaps hours. Pip wasn't sure. All he knew for certain was that no one was there. He was all alone, unable to move or see.

The little colt began to panic. What if the monster didn't show up this time? What if she just left him like this until he starved to death?

Pip tried to speak again, but once again he heard no reply. “Perhaps the monster wants me to be quiet,” he thought. “Maybe if I show her how quiet I can be, she'll talk to me. And...play with me.”

An hour passed with Pip sitting in total silence. No answer came. He decided to persevere. Another hour passed. Then another. And another.

And then the little colt realized he had something he needed to say. He was terribly embarrassed, but this was an emergency.

“Miss Monster? Are you there?” he hazarded to ask. “I, um....I need to use the potty.”

He heard what sounded like the sound of scampering hooves, but they sounded different from those of the monster. They almost sounded like they belonged to another foal. Then he heard a door opening and closing, and then nothing.

“Hello?” he asked. “Please? I need to pee!”

Several minutes passed, while Pip squirmed uncomfortably and fought a rapidly losing battle with his own bladder. Then he heard a door open again, and what seemed like two sets of hooves. Then nothing.

“Please? I can't hold it! Please!”

Nothing.

Unable to hold back any longer, the little colt pissed himself. The urine pooled in the seat of the chair, leaving the foal sitting in a small puddle of his own waste.

And then he heard it. Two voices, laughing.

Someone had been watching him the entire time. Pip hadn't wet himself since he was very little, and even when he had, the only pony who had ever seen it was his mother. The humiliated colt began to cry.

“Why...wouldn't...you...let...me....go?” he choked out between sobs and small wails.

“Because it was so much more fun watching you soil yourself, dear,” replied a voice. Pip knew instantly that it belonged to the monster.

Why did hearing her voice make him feel better?

“You've made quite a mess,” she said. “Oh, and I see that's not the only surprise you have for me!”

Pip felt the monster's hoof gently touch his cock. It had gone rock hard the moment he heard her voice.

“I'm sorry, miss monster...but...you'll still play with me, right?” There was fear in Pip's voice.

“Perhaps,” she said. “But right now, I think it would be best if you clean up this mess. Oh, and my name isn't 'Miss Monster', little Pipsqueak...”

And then, just like that, she removed Pip's blindfold.

“...you will address me as Miss Rarity,” the monster said.

A beautiful white unicorn stood before him, wearing a sly smile. Pip was aghast. So all this time, the monster had just been a normal pony? Not some sort of mystical creature or colt-eating beast, just a unicorn?

“I...but...you....” Pip stammered.

“That's enough, dear,” said Rarity. “I had to hide myself from you for a while. It's part of the magic, you see. Everything I've done to you so far has been part of my magic spell.”

“Magic?”

“Of course, dear! I'm a unicorn. We do magic. You know that,” she said, in her most maternal voice. Pip, an Earth Pony, had no idea how magic was done. It was not something he had ever given very much thought. And the room he was in certainly looked like the kind of room a witch would have. It was dark and dusty, with no windows. Strange objects Pip didn't recognize littered the ground.

“You're a very, very odd pony, little Pipsqueak,” said Rarity. “You must know that by now. The things your cock does, they're just not normal. Look! There it goes now!”

A droplet of precum was leaking out of Pip's erect colthood. He looked down at it fearfully, then turned to Rarity.

“I'm sorry! I can't get it to stop! It just does that sometimes!”

“Oh dear, it's worse than I thought,” said Rarity. “I'm afraid it's going to be very, very hard to cure you, my dear. But don't worry, I can do it. When my magic is complete, you'll be normal, and then your cock will never feel that way again.”

“NO!” Pip blurted out, without thinking. “No, don't! I...I like it when it feels like that...”

“You...like it?” said Rarity, feigning shock. “Oh my goodness! Did you hear that, Silver Spoon? He LIKES it!”

It was then that Pip noticed the little filly who had been standing next to Rarity. How strange, that she had been right there and he hadn't even realized it. It was like she barely any presence of her own.

The filly, who seemed to be a couple of years older than Pip, did not say a word. Instead, she walked over to the little colt, knelt down, and slowly licked the drop of precum off his cock. She swallowed and then returned to Rarity's side.

“This is Silver Spoon,” said Rarity. “She helps me with my magic. It's her job to make abnormal little colts like you feel better.”

“I can't wait to make you feel good, Pip,” said Silver Spoon in her best seductive voice, batting her eyelashes for good measure. Rarity looked on disapprovingly. The filly still needed practice.

Pip's cock twitched, as another precum droplet began to form. Silver began to walk toward it, but Rarity stopped her.

“Let's not get him overexcited,” she said. “We're already dealing with a very ill little colt.”

“I'm...ill?” Pip asked.

“You said you liked it when your cock does those abnormal things, didn't you? Oh dear, sweet Pip. You're worse than ill. You're practically a freak.”

Pip winced at the accusation, as if the word were a blunt object that had just been thrown at him. A freak? “Of course,” he thought. “Of course I'm a freak. How could I have thought it was okay to feel this way? That much be why it hurt so much each time I felt good. Because it's bad. What my body's doing right now is awful and wrong.”

Pip sniffled, trying to keep himself from crying again. “Will...will my mum still love me when she finds out I'm a freak?” he asked.

“Oh, I don't know, dear,” said Rarity, in a sad voice. “I certainly hope so.” Rarity's response did not fill the little colt with much confidence.

“You see, Pip, when ponies with your affliction grow up...well, they become very terrible ponies indeed. They're awful, simply awful!” Rarity said, holding her hoof to her forehead dramatically. “I would hate for you to turn out like one of them...”

“But...” Pip said, confused but determined, “But it feels so good...I just...isn't there some way I can still do it? I need it...I need to feel this way.”

Rarity sighed. “Very well. I didn't want to do this, but...tomorrow night I will be taking you to a meeting where you will meet other ponies like yourself. All of the colts and stallions you will meet there are freaks, just like you. I want you to pay special attention to the stallions, dear. See how savage and brutal they are. And then, perhaps, you will realize how very serious your predicament is.”

Rarity's voice dropped slightly as she looked Pip straight in the eyes, “Your body is disgusting, Pipsqueak. And only I can save you from it.”

The ropes around Pip glowed with a brief burst of magic, and then fell to the ground. Pip was free. But he didn't move.

Instead, he looked down at his cock. It was still as hard as ever, and still leaking.

“I'm...disgusting?” he asked.

“Pip, look at yourself,” said Rarity. “You're sitting in your own urine.”

Somehow, in the midst of everything, he had forgotten. “Oh! I'm sorry! Um, I can clean it up if you'd like.”

“And so you will,” said Rarity. “For your punishment, you are not to use any sort of cleaning tool to do so.”

“But...then how?”

“You've got a tongue, don't you?” said Silver Spoon, with a dismissive laugh.

Rarity and Silver Spoon walked out of the room, slamming the door shut behind them. Pip ran after them, only to find it was locked.

“Disgusting...” he repeated to himself. He looked back at the filthy chair.

The little colt began to cry again.

As soon as she was out of earshot from the dungeon, Silver Spoon broke down laughing. The gray filly had done her best to conceal her amusement while she and Rarity were with Pip, but now she could no longer contain herself.

“Magic! He thinks you raping him is part of a magic spell! Oh, that's too good!” Silver managed to say between giggles. “Miss Rarity, you've outdone yourself this time!”

Rarity smirked. “I know you can't help but be a flattering little bootlicker, but let's not get carried away,” she said. “Deception is just one of the tools in my paintbrush. I couldn't keep Pip in the dark – so to speak – for much longer if I'm going to present him at my gallery opening in Canterlot tomorrow. This was simply the last detail I needed to add to the piece; he's feared me for so long, and now he fears himself. Of course, sooner or later he'll find out the truth, but the damage has been done. I've warped his entire view of sexuality. He's going to hate himself just for getting erections, the pathetic little sissy.”

“Oh, I love watching you ruin them!” said Silver, her voice betraying her sudden arousal. “What sort of thing do you have planned for the filly Sweetie Belle brings over?”

“It will depend on the filly, of course,” Rarity said. “I'll play it by ear, do what I can with her tonight, and go from there. She won't be quite as damaged as the rest of you, but some of Fancy's patrons will probably find that appealing. A minimalist piece, one might say.”

“Well, it would be hard to top what you've done to Pip anyway,” Silver said. “I mean, he's been raped three times and he still has no idea what sex even is! Can you imagine what it must be like to be so...so innocent?”

Rarity's demeanor changed immediately. Her smug smile vanished, replaced with an expression of restrained anger. Silver realized at once that she had said something wrong.

“No,” said Rarity, with a strange sadness in her voice. “I can't imagine what that must be like.”

A silence fell over the hallway for a moment. Rarity's expression remained unchanged.

“Tell me, Silver Spoon,” said Rarity, “can you remember a time in your life when you didn't know about sex?”

“Um...not really...” Silver said. “My mom kind of was-”

“A cheap, self-degrading whore?” said Rarity, “Like mother like daughter, I suppose.”

Silver flinched. She hated being compared to either of her parents, particularly her mother. “That's not fair,” she said weakly. “She didn't love any of those stallions...all she ever cared about was getting off. But I'm different! I want to please you, because I lo-”

“You do what I say because it gets YOU off,” said Rarity coldly. “So stop pretending you're somehow above her. Or anyone else.”

Silver whimpered. “I'm sorr-”

“Shut up! You're beginning to forget your place, toy. You think you're better than Pip because you have more experience than him? Maybe you do, but only because your whore mother damaged you before I had the chance to! Remember, Silver Spoon: I'm the one who broke Pip. And Sweetie. And all the others. They are MINE. In a way that you will never be.”

“You're right,” said Silver. “I have no right to look down on anyone. I'm sorry I forgot what I am.”

“Tell me, then,” said Rarity. “What are you, Silver Spoon?”

Like Sweetie Belle, Silver had a speech which she was to recite when asked this question. But her answer was very different.

“There is a gallery,” began Silver, “Where the most beautiful works of art are displayed. Little foals, each an example of a different form of suffering or humiliation. And the artist who made them roams its halls and enjoys her work. And in...and in the corner of the gallery is a little rusted, broken toy, discarded there like the garbage it is. Sometimes the artist sees it and finds it amusing to kick the toy, because it's good for nothing else.”

“And the toy,” Silver continued, her voice shaking as she reached the end, “the toy sometimes dreams that it's one of those artworks. Sometimes it forgets that it's just trash that hasn't been disposed of yet. And that's when the artist kicks it hardest of all. To remind it that it is ugly, and useless, and...and...”

“And?”

“And unworthy of love,” Silver finished. She shut her eyes tight, as if doing this would somehow erase her words from existence.

Why did it hurt so much to say this, Silver wondered. She had known Rarity would never love her the day she had decided to live with her. So why did reminding herself of it hurt so much?

Silver looked at Rarity and knew the answer at once. Every single day, she loved Rarity more and more. And every day, Rarity grew less and less tolerant of her. These two facts were symbiotic, and Silver had no idea how to break the cycle.

She was terrified that Rarity would throw her out soon. It would be one thing if she was discarded once Rarity had used her up, destroyed her and annihilated her capacity to feel. But to live without Rarity, while she still possessed the ability to love her? Silver couldn't think of anything worse.

“I'm so sorry I upset you. Please don't send me away, Miss Rarity,” Silver whimpered. “Please let me stay here...”

“Oh, Silver,” said Rarity. “I couldn't possibly send you away...”

“Really?” Silver's eyes lit up.

“I need four foals for the gathering, remember?” Rarity said. “And the one thing you haven't managed to fail at yet is taking up space.”

“Oh,” the filly seemed to almost physically shrink at the response. “Of course, Miss Rarity.”

“Now get out of my sight and go back to your hole. I can't have Sweetie Belle's little patsy seeing you until I'm certain she won't talk.”

“Yes, Miss Rarity,” said Silver, sniffling. “And, um, thank you. Thank you for keeping me arou-”

“GO!” yelled Rarity, and Silver ran away, half out of obedience, half out of fear.

Rarity let out an exasperated sigh. Silver's little comment had ruined her good mood, and abusing her in turn had done little to improve it. She had gone easy on the foal for the last few weeks, as she wanted her free of marks and bruises for the gathering. But once it was over, Rarity decided, it would be time to deface Silver Spoon's body permanently for the first time.

“That's right, you little wretch” she said to herself, once she was certain Silver could not hear her. “The next phase of your destruction will begin very soon...”

Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a bell; specifically, the bell which hung over the front door of Carousel Boutique. From this distance its ring was faint, but still unmistakable.

But these were no customers. It was after closing time, and Rarity had made sure to lock up before she went upstairs to attend to Pip. The door had no keyhole, and the magic that locked it allowed only one other pony entry to the house.

“We're here,” said Sweetie Belle as she let Twist into the house. The door magically locked behind them.

Rarity trotted into the room, smiling broadly. “Sweetie Belle!” she said. “I see you've brought a friend!”