Silent Noises in The Night

by Blue Moons

Rating: teen
Tags: Sad, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Dark, Original Character, Sex, Non-consensual
Length: 1139

It's time for another game, and Silent goes to play, because bad fillies don't have fun, and Silent is a good filly.

Silent Step likes their home. Its all they've ever known since they were found. But they have never liked nighttime. Because nighttime meant game night. They know whats coming, they dread it... but they cant leave....why would they?

This is my very first story, and tags may change accordingly if i find that they need to be altered!
This is a basic oneshot with an OC, but it may turn into a twoshot if there is a demand for it.

Published 2020-06-30 18:20:01 UTC
Last updated 2020-06-30 18:20:01 UTC

One Night

The door let out a creak upon opening, and a mare's hoofsteps traveled along the ground, and stopped at a spacious bed. A foal appeared to be asleep, the sheets tucked up almost covering their small head. Under the covers, the foal was awake, their eyes trained ahead of them, not daring to move. They knew what time it was, it was the same every day, and the same every night. It was a Friday, the foal thought, so this night was special, a game night. The mare standing over them snaked a hoof out, poking at the bundled foal.

"Oh Silent dear, it's time to wake up, you know it's game night!" The mare explained, her voice eager and filled with excitement of what's to come. The foal barely suppressed a shiver, they did not want to go to game night, but the mare had already yanked off the sheets that was his sole protector. The foal could only huff through their nose, they knew the consequence of voicing their unwillingness to the mare.

The foal pulled themselves out of bed with forced strength, their small body screaming at every movement. They really did not want to go to game night. The mare seemed ignorant to the foals plight, and decided waiting for the foal to get up was top taxing on time. With a coo, she scooped up the foal within an aura of magic. The foal never let out a sound at the sudden new feeling, their eyes only widening a fraction, before their neutral expression planted itself back to their muzzle. However, as the pair exited the doorway, the foal couldn't help but feel something rising in his stomach. Some emotion. They felt it before, but always filed it away for later..or forcefully forgot about it. But now it was back once again, and they couldn't ignore it.

The feeling followed the foal throughout the walk, and the biting feeling only grew as they entered a familiar hallway. This was it. It was game night, and they did not want to go. As if the unicorn had finally sensed the foals internal struggle, her horn brightened to a degree, and the aura around the foal pulsed a strange violet hue. Why were they worried again? The foal couldn't help but wonder. They were a good little filly, who enjoyed game night, every night. Because bad fillies don't have fun, but they were good, very good...at least, that's what they toId him every night. With the feeling of fear and doubt washed away, the mare gave the foal a couple of light pats on their head.

"Oh honey..I wish you told me you were feeling so anxious tonight! You know we all love you, and we would never ever hurt you." She purred, her hoof now lightly stroking the side of the foals cheeks.

"And you know, it's your birthday soon, which makes this game night extra special! Ten is quite a big number after all!" She cheered, reaching the end of the hallway, she wrapped a hoof around the doorknob, swinging it open, she entered with the foal.

The foal could only smile brightly at the numerous faces that greeted him, ignoring the fading sensation of worry from earlier, they squirmed in excitement, as they tried to run over to the familiar faces. The mare held a bright smile, and placed them gently on the ground, her eyes trained on them as they ran to greet the other inhabitants. The other ponies responded joyously, they all knew this little foal, it was their special member after all. The mare closed the door behind her, the lock sounding with a small click. They sauntered up to the foal, who now wore a baby blue frilly dress, accented with white linings.

"Alright everypony..this is the start of game night! And a very special game night..for you see, out little Silent here is turning ten very very soon! So let's make this the best game night ever!" She announced to the group, who in total, added up to sixteen different mares, including the speaker. Age and species seem to vary within the group of mares, all ranging from Unicorns, Pegasi, and Earth ponies, with the youngest, excluding the foal, to appear to be around seventeen. The oldest mare in the room, had appeared to be around the age of thirty seven, this same mare being the one to collect the foal from their bed earlier. The unicorn headmare trotted over to a jukebox within the corner of the room, which they clicked on, a swingy tune springing from the machine. The mares took turns dancing with the foal, and each dance partner resulted in an article of clothing to be removed from their body. Soon, the dress that was fitted on, was discarded on the floor, and each mare partnered off with each other, one creating a group of three.

The headmare unicorn was the only one left partnerless, and slowly approached the smiling foal. As the music switched to a more sultry song, the mares advanced on each other, and sounds of pleasure echoed around the room, and bounced off the walls. The foal suddenly felt the gut feeling from earlier and the fuzzy happiness they gained slowly drain away. They remembered why they didn't like game night. Before they could even think another coherent thought, the headmare unicorn snakes a hoof around the foal, sliding their body towards hers. The foal felt sick. They always felt sick. How could they forget how sick they always felt? Then they felt wrong, as the mares hoof reached lower, the foals eyes trained on the clock that hung overhead on the wall.

They shut their eyes, the horrid noises twisted around their skull, and the awkward and pressuring feeling from the mare's touches made their heart race, and their panic to rise. They didn't want to go to game night. The mare seemed to sense the foals unease, and her magic swiveled it's way around the small ponies body. The foal opened their mouth, they wanted to scream, maybe cry for help, but the thought bled away, as the magic wrapped around their head.

Why were they so sick? Why so upset? It was game night. Game nights are fun nights, and only bad fillies don't like to have fun. And they were a good filly, headmare told them so. The foal relaxed, their pink eyes now a dull and hazy purple. There was nothing else to worry about, they were a good filly after all.

Author's Note

I hope you all enjoyed the story! I am usually an artist, not so much a writer, so this was a huge challenge for me! Please dont be afraid to comment, and leave constructice criticism!