Twisted: Four Little Foals

----7: Four Little Foals ---

I'm in my basement eating lunch alone, like always, when I hear Sweetie's voice call down to me:

“Sis says to get Pip ready to go!”

Just like that, huh? Just like that.

I've always been kind of amazed at how...accepting Sweetie can be at times like this. She hates what Miss Rarity does to us. But she still goes and does these little favors for her sometimes, like they're nothing. “Get Pip ready to go,” she says. We both know what I'm going to be getting him ready FOR. So why is she so calm about it?

Maybe she just knows where to pick her battles? Or maybe, after all this time, she's learned to block out the big picture when she needs to?

That must be it. I mean, Sweetie and I couldn't be more different in some ways. I can't think of a time when I'm more happy, more alive, more HERE, than when I'm with Miss Rarity. When she's using me, I'm completely in the moment, savoring everything she does to me. It's so much better when you're fully focused on the pain.

But Sweetie's the opposite. There's a far-away look in her eyes when Miss Rarity uses her, like Sweetie's somewhere else. It usually doesn't last; Miss Rarity will hit her or something to bring her back to reality. But in those moments, it's like Sweetie Belle is...free. I don't know where her mind takes her, but it's someplace far, far away from Miss Rarity and me.

I wish she'd stay there sometimes.

But I guess that sort of trick is why Sweetie's always so calm in times like this. And you know, that usually ticks me off. Doing something for Miss Rarity – no matter how small – is such a wonderful blessing, and Sweetie treats it like it's nothing! I hate that more than anything. She's closer to Miss Rarity than I'll ever be, and all she does is take it for granted. Ugh, what an ungrateful little brat!

But today is different. Today, I'm kind of...jealous of her.

Because it seems like she's been able to push that talk we had last night out of her mind. And I just...can't. Sweetie's words about the Gathering, and what happens to foals who go to it...I just can't get away from them. It's been bothering me all day...

I mean, what if one of those ponies does go too far with me? What if I can't get away in time? Should I even try to get away, or would that embarrass Miss Rarity?

Miss Rarity...

Would she be there? Would she try to save me?

If I died...would she be sad?

Augh, I need to calm down! All this worrying is stupid! Sweetie's gone to the Gathering for years, and she seems okay.

Hey, yeah! Sweetie's gone plenty of times and nothing really bad happened to her! She was probably exaggerating how bad it is; besides, she doesn't enjoy pain the way I do.

Yeah, I'll bet that's it. Sweetie Belle is just being soft like usual. She'll probably lay there crying like she always does, while all those rich ponies line up to beat me, whip me, rape me...one after the other until I'm just a broken, ruined mess...

I can't remember why I was worried anymore.

Oh, this sounds wonderful! I bet Sweetie knew the Gathering would be my sort of thing, and she made up that stuff about the dead foal up just to ruin the night for me! Of course! That's just like he-

No...no, it's not.

And there it is: the thing that's really bothering me: Sweetie Belle isn't a liar. She doesn't like me, but she wouldn't make up that kind of story just to scare me. Actually, I don't think she COULD even if she wanted to. She's just so...earnest.

So, what if the story is true? What if some foals do end up dead at the Gathering? How much would it hurt? How would they do it? Would it be an accident, or are there ponies who actually get off on killing? Would it be slow? Would I-

“SILVER! YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO BE GETTING PIP READY!”

And that's when I realize I've been sitting in the basement this whole time. And now Miss Rarity is mad at me. Dammit!

“I'm sorry, Miss Rarity!” I call out. “I'll go right away!”

“For pity's sake!” I hear her yell from above me, “You're so useless!”

“I...I'm really sorry!” No, please don't be mad at me, not today...”I'll try harder! I promise, I won't let you down!”

“That would be a first,” she scoffs. “Now, MOVE!”

I know she doesn't mean it. There have been times I've earned her praise. It's always faint, or backhoofed, but it's there. And when she does give me a kind word, I never forget it.

I think of those times as I make my way up the stairs, and things start to make sense.

Yes, I'm scared. And I don't know what's going to happen to me tonight. It might be the best night of my life. Or the worst. Or the last.

But it doesn't matter. Because I don't matter. What matters is her. If I can help her, if I can be of use to the pony I love, even in some tiny way, then everything else is second to that.

Tonight, I'm going to do something I've never really done before:

I'm going to make Miss Rarity proud of me.

*******

I wish Princess Luna was here.

I bet she's off getting ready for Nightmare Night. It's only a month away, after all. She's probably got all sorts of fun things planned! New ways to scare all us little ponies.

I used to think being scared was fun.

I guess it is, when the scary thing is outside you. 'Cause then you can run away, right?

But what do you do when the scary thing is INSIDE you? What happens when YOU'RE the scary thing?

I don't know how long I've been in this room. It's been hard to tell time since I've been alone. The last time I talked to anyone, that unicorn said I was sick, and then she made me...clean my chair. It was so awful. I had to fight to keep from throwing up, but I didn't.

Maybe that's part of my treatment. But it felt more like she was punishing me.

Maybe I deserve to be punished.

When I woke up today, there was food in my room. So I guess there's someone looking after me, at least.

And...I keep thinking about what Rarity did with me. And when I do, I get hard...down there.

I have to fight to get it to go soft again. It was tough to figure out how. First I tried thinking about school, or pirates, or sports...just, things I like that don't make me hard down there. But I just kept thinking about how Rarity used to hurt me, and then make me feel good, and how much I want her, or anyone, to do that with me again...

She's right. I really am disgusting.

What made me soft again was when I thought of my mum. And that's when I began to feel really horrid.

What's mum going to do when she finds out how sick I am? Will she be mad? Will she be ashamed of me?

I just want to be a good colt...for her.

I hope Miss Rarity can fix me. Maybe when I go to this meeting tonight, I can stop wanting to...to do those things with my cock.

For now, I'm just sitting here on the floor of this dirty room. The chair is all dry, but I don't want to sit in it. Just looking at it makes me feel awful.

And then all of a sudden, the door creeks open. Is it time to go?

“Miss Rarity? Is that you?” I ask. But it's her assistant. The grey filly.

I'm not sure I want to be alone with her.

The way she talked to me before was...exciting. When I was alone, I kept thinking about what she said. How she “can't wait to make me feel good.” Every time I heard her voice in my head, I'd start to get hard again.

Now she's in the room with me. She shuts the door behind her and starts walking to me slowly. And she's smiling! Why is she smiling?

What is she going to do to me...?

“Hi, Pip. It's really good to see you,” she says. She's talking the same way she did before. I can already feel myself getting hard...

“Oh!” she says. I think she noticed. “Looks like you're happy to see me, too!”

“Um, um,” I begin to stammer. “Could you...could you go away, please?”

She looks hurt. “Awww, Pip, I thought you liked me!” she says, walking closer. “THIS part of you sure likes me...”

Before I can stop her, she brushes her hoof against my cock. And just like that, it goes totally hard...

“See? I knew it!” she says, laughing a little.

I don't understand...

“Why are you doing this? I thought you wanted to make me better...”

“Miss Rarity wants you to get better,” she says. “I want to make you worse.”

Now I'm really scared. I start to back away.

“See, Pip, I'm just like you. I'm also sick. But I like being this way. It feels good, doesn't it? Don't you like feeling good?”

“But...but...” I can't think straight! Why are fillies so confusing?

Wait, that's right! She's a filly!

“But you can't be like me!” I say. “Fillies don't have dicks!”

Ah-ah! She was just trying to trick me, but I showed her! My mum would be so proud!

But then she starts laughing at me. Oh no, I messed up again, didn't I?

“Pip, you big dummy!” she says. “Just because I'm a girl doesn't mean I can't get horny, too...”

Horny? Is that what it's called?

Just then, she runs right at me, pounces on me and pins me down, so I'm lying on my back under her. It happens all in one quick second.

I'm helpless. Again.

“Let me go!” I shout. “I'll tell Miss Rarity on you!”

“Go ahead,” she says, “she won't believe you. Besides, you were mean to me just now. How could you say that being a filly means I can't be like you? Don't you know what fillies like me like to do with colts like you?”

I'm shaking now. I think somewhere in there I say “no.”

“Let me show you,” she says. And then she lowers herself down so she's touching my dick with her...her...

“It's called a pussy,” she says. Did she read my mind? “Or a cunt, if you like that better. Pip, you know how when you start to feel really, really good, some stuff shoots out of your cock? Do you know what it's for?”

It's...FOR something? I just thought it was part of my sickness.

“It's for ME,” she says, smiling. “And all the fillies and mares like me. We love it when colts fill us with it. Right now, I really, really want to feel it inside me...”

Fillies. Are. Horrifying.

“I...inside you?” I ask “But...but...why would....that's horrid...why would you want that?”

“Because it feels so very good, Pip. Just as good as it feels for you. Don't you want me to feel good?”

“N..no!” I say. “I want to get better, and go home, and see my mum! I want to go back to school and be normal again! Don't you want that too? I'll bet you do! You must have someone back home who misses you...”

I don't know why, but the grey filly's smile disappears. She looks away from me, but just for a second. When she turns back, she seems kind of upset.

“Alright, that's enough,” she says. “Here I come.”

And then she just drops herself on top of me, and...

Oh. Oh my moon....what's this feeling?

I look down at my cock and...it's inside of her. Just like she said. She actually put my cock in her...cunt. And now she's just sort of...bouncing up and down slowly. I'm going in and out of her, and every time I do...

I thought I had felt good before. When Rarity tied me up, back when I thought she was a monster. But this...this is so much better than that. This is just...incredible!

I start moaning. I can't help myself. The feeling of her pussy, covering my dick...it's so wet, and warm, and it squeezes me in just the right way...

I don't ever want to stop doing this.

Oh, mum, I'm so sorry...all I wanted was to be a good colt for you. I just wanted to make you proud, I didn't ever, ever want to be a bad pony...

But I'm lost now...I can't help it. All I want is to feel more and more like this. All I want is to be inside this filly forever...

I let out another moan, and then she just...stops.

She gets up off of me, and my cock slips out of her. It's harder than it's ever been, and now it's wet, too. And now she's walking to the door. She's not really done, is she?

“Wait!” I say, “I...I'm not...finished...”

“Oh?” says the grey filly, “I thought you said you wanted to get better.”

“I do! I swear I do! But...you said you wanted me to shoot that stuff into you...and I haven't yet!”

“Don't play games with me,” she says. “You just want to come.”

“Come?”

“That's when you feel really, really good and your cock shoots stuff out,” she says.

“Yes! That! Please, I really need to! Just this one time!”

“I'm sorry, Pip,” she says, “But we need to get ready for the meeting.”

She walks over to me again. She's looks me right in the eyes. “But if you do everything you're told at the meeting, maybe I'll finish up with you later, okay?”

If I were a good colt, I wouldn't be happy to hear that. But I'm not. I'm sick, and awful and horrid. Because all I want is to...come...inside of this filly.

“O...kay...” I say. “I promise I'll do what I'm told...but!”

No! I can't give up just like this! I'm not a bad colt! I'm not!

“But! If I do this, then after you and me finish, you have to promise to get Miss Rarity to fix me, okay? Promise!”

She giggles. “Let's go, Pip,” she says, and heads for the door.

“N...no!” I say. “I won't go! I'll stay right here unless you promise!”

“Okay then,” she says. “Then I guess you don't want to play with me anymore...”

“That's right! I don't need you! You go be sick by yourself!” I say.

She walks out the door, but doesn't close it.

“I mean it!” I yell. “I'll be fine without you! I don't...need...”

I'm still so hard. Every part of me needs to come so badly. Why does it have to feel so good? Why do I have to need it so bad?

Then I think of my mum, of Princess Luna, of all my friends...will they all be disappointed in me? Will they all be as ashamed of me as I am?

I run out the door after the grey filly.

I'm sorry, everyone. I promise I'll come back someday. And then I'll be cured, and I'll be a good colt again.

Just...not today.

*******

I am SO EXCITED!

Miss Rarity just put the finishing touches on my outfit, and now we're all getting ready to go to Canterlot! She's having me wait in the kitchen – oh, hey, there's scones! – while she gets the other foals ready. Sweetie's one of them, but she hasn't mentioned the names of the other two. I can't wait to meet them! Oh, this is going to be so great!

I sit at the kitchen table, munching on my scone (raspberry!) and I'm extra super careful not to get any crumbs on my dress. I'd hate to mess up all that hard work. Speaking of Miss Rarity, I think I hear her voice from the next room...

“And you're sure you followed the routine as I instructed?”

Yep, that's her voice alright. What routine? I hope I don't have to memorize some sort of secret fashion walk or something.

“I'm sure! I got him all worked up, just like you asked! By the time I was done, Pip was practically begging me to finish him off!”

Wait, whose voice is that? Sounds kind of familiar...

“Well, in that case, then I'd say little Pip is finally ready.” Okay, that's Miss Rarity again. “he should be quite eager to please tonight. Good job.”

Hmm. I wonder what they're talking about...then I hear what sounds like a happy little gasp.

“Th.,.thank you, Miss Rarity! Oh, thank you so much! I promise, I'll make you so proud of me tonight!”

Wait...I DO know that voice!

But...how could she possibly be here? I can't believe it! I guess there's only one way to be sure...

“Hey Apple Bloom! Are you in the fashion show, too?” I call out.

“EAT YOUR SCONE, TWIST!” Rarity shouts back. Then I hear the two of them walk off.

Oh, that's right, I forgot Apple Bloom has an accent. Never mind.

Well, I can tell Apple Bloom all about this when I get back! I bet she'll be so jealous! Oh, and I can tell Scootaloo, too, and Spike...

Spike...

Oh no...I forgot all about him. I sent that note to my parents, but I should have asked them to let him know I won't be at the hill today. He probably went yesterday, all excited to see how I looked. I hope he's not too mad at me...

I know! I'll just buy him a present from Canterlot to make up for it. Besides, I'll bet he'll be super happy to hear what Miss Rarity's done with me!

Ten minutes later, I'm in a fancy carriage headed to the train station. Miss Rarity called for two carriages (she must be SO rich!) and she's in the other one, I guess with the other two foals. One was wearing a cloak, so I couldn't see her too well. Which is weird cause it's not really cold enough yet for cloak weather. We're not even having the Running of the Leaves until next week. Maybe that other foal is sensitive to sunlight or something. Ooh, maybe she's a vampire! I've read a lot of young pony novels about vampires. They're great! I mean, yeah, they kill ponies and eat them, but they're so romantic about it!

I did get a good look at the other foal, though. He's a colt, and kind of small. I think he's a couple of years younger than me and Sweetie. I guess he must be excited, too! He looked REALLY anxious! I bet he can't wait to get there!

So that leaves me and Sweetie, sitting in the carriage. But she's just staring out the window, not even looking at me. She's being really quiet, too. Maybe she's nervous. I'll try to calm her down.

“Hey, Thweetie,” I say, “Do you get to do a lot of these fashion shows? I mean, with your sister being Rarity and all...”

“Yeah. Lots.” She doesn't look like she likes that question. I wonder why? Maybe I should switch subjects?

“Sooo...” I say. Why is this so awkward? “Do you think there'll be any handsome colts at the show?”

“Probably,” says Sweetie. She sounds angry now.

“I um...I sure hope so!” I say. “I mean, now that I finally look pretty, it would be a waste if no handsome stallions saw me. And then once they see me, they'll sweep me off my hooves, and maybe we'll go dancing or thomething! And then we'll kiss, and he'll give me flowers...”

“Uh huh,” says Sweetie, still looking out the window.

“...and then we'll have sex all night!” I say.

Sweetie suddenly spins around and looks at me, like she's really surprised. She's acting so weird today.

“Wait, what did you say, Twist?”

“I said, maybe I can find a cute colt, and he'll think I'm pretty, and-”

“No, not all of it, just the last part.”

“Oh, that we'll have sex? I'm sorry, Sweetie, do you not know what that is? It's when a colt and a filly-”

“I, um, I know what sex is,” says Sweetie. “I just...didn't think you did...”

“Oh, well, of course I do! You've seen all the romance novels I read at lunch sometimes, right?”

Sweetie shakes her head.

“Oh! Well, those stories are, like, thuper sexy! I guess I learned about it from them!”

“But...what does that have to do with my sister's...show?”

I laugh a little. “Oh, Sweetie, don't you know? I'm going to look really pretty tonight. And that's how you know a colt really thinks you're beautiful, right? If he wants to have sex with you!”

Sweetie seems speechless.

“I mean, some ponies would say I'm too young for that sort of thing, but that's what they said to Scarletmane in 'Unbridled Passions.' Her governess was all 'you're too young to run away with that handsome count,' but she showed her that you're never too young for true love! And then at the end they do it on his yacht!”

Wow! All this talk of romance has got me even more excited!

But Sweetie looks like she's going to be sick. I guess she doesn't read the same books I do.

Geez, Sweetie Belle can be so naive sometimes!

*******

Why did I have to pick her?

Twist is so happy right now. And somehow, that makes this even worse. I figured that by now, whoever I picked would be acting like...well, like me. She'd know what she was in for, and she'd be going because she had to, not because she wanted to.

But I had to choose Twist. The sweetest, most hopelessly optimistic dreamer in our school. She thinks she's about to turn into one of the heroines from her stupid books. And even worse, she knows about sex! Knowing her, she's probably dreamed of losing her virginity in all sorts of different romantic ways.

But instead....because of me...

All of us are going to get hurt tonight. But she's the only one who's going to get her heart broken.

I look at her, and I just want to sob. I want to tell her everything. I want to throw her out of this carriage and tell her to run away. So many things I want to do...

But I can't. I'm paralyzed. If I let Twist go, I condemn my sister.

My sister, who beats and abuses me. My sister, who's friends with a group of uncaring perverts who torture foals out of boredom. My sister, who's slowly destroying Silver Spoon's life, and now is about to do the same to Twist and Pip. My sister, the rapist. My sister, the monster.

My sister, who just this morning I was sharing a laugh with in the kitchen.

It's that last memory that I hold on to. That one, tiny little moment when we laughed together. That's who I'm doing this for. For the Rarity who tucked me into bed when I was little. For the Rarity who sewed me a dress for my first day of school, just so I wouldn't feel nervous. Every year the bad part of her swallows that Rarity up a little bit more, but she's still there. All I have to do is bring her back. Once this is over...maybe then, I can save her.

Please, Celestia. Please show me some sign that she's still in there. Please don't let this all be for nothing...

The carriage stops. We're at the train station. Pip and Silver seem to have boarded already, but Rarity is still standing at the platform for some reason. Twist bounces out of the carriage and rushes on board, excited as ever. I follow.

Just as Twist boards the train, I'm stopped by the feeling of a hoof on my shoulder. It belongs to my sister.

I turn around and look at her. She's smiling. Gently.

“You really came through for me, little sister,” she says. “Thank you.”

I almost say “you're welcome,” but that doesn't seem right at all. Instead, I just hug her.

She returns the hug, and plants a kiss on my forehead. There's nothing sexual about it. It's just a sign of love, from one sister to another.

“Please, please, bring her back to me...” I whisper, too low for my sister to hear. “Please, Celestia, Luna, anyone...please let her stay like this forever...”

The train whistles, and we both scamper aboard before it leaves without us. The other three foals are already in their seats.

Silver is bunched up underneath her cloak, trying to make herself as invisible as possible. She's good at that.

Twist is looking all around the car, with a huge grin on her face.

Pip is sitting and looking idly at the floor. He seems lost in thought.

And my sister...

Sitting in front of Pip is a filly who appears to be traveling alone. She's about my age, and very pretty.

As she walks by, my sister gives her a look. She doesn't notice it, but I do. I hate that look.

And just like that, the kind sister I've been pining for is gone. In her place is the predator I've come to fear. I know what she's thinking right now. It's a good thing she's in such a public place. And that we're taking the new super-fast express. We'll be in Canterlot by evening, instead of overnight. Lucky for that filly. Rarity isn't fun to be around at night.

The train pulls out of the station. Four hours to Canterlot. This is the part I hate the most. The waiting.

Well, I've made up my mind. After tonight, I'm done waiting. I can't sit around expecting her to just get better. Not when every day, she just gets worse.

I don't know how I'm going to do it, but I'm going to save her.

I'm getting my sister back.