Tower of Diamond

Red had been visiting the penthouse for a month now. It honestly did make the day worth it. Spoony was an unrepentant slut, and would happily indulge any and every fantasy he had. A few hours was plenty of time to let off his steam. Diamond usually went to work while he was there, but sometimes she watched. At first, it had irked him when she sat down and quietly observed.

Now he didn’t mind so much. He was weirded out by how she never seemed to participate. Not even Spoony was allowed to touch her without permission. He’d taken to conversing with the little whore after he blew his load. She didn’t have much on her mind, but she was nice to listen to. She really did remind him of Silver, in so many ways. Even her voice was close. He was beginning to wonder if they were related somehow.

Which is why he had planned today's activity. He needed to get over Silver. He kept thinking about her, even when he was focused on not doing that. She was gone. It was over. He’d moved on. Which was why he was going to make Spoony roleplay it out with him, and then fuck her silly. It would be his little goodbye. One last hurrah. Spoony wouldn’t particularly like it; she liked it rough, sometimes even violent. Silver had liked it gentle and loving. Even if she didn’t like it Spoony would do it, and she’d do it without complaint. She’d even sound like a sweet, soft dove when she did it.

She was a good little whore like that.

Diamond was waiting for him when he came in. The floor had been cleaned up, it was white again. The empty boxes were gone and the hallway was clear. The windowed room was still filled with sex toys, but at least they weren’t filthy sex toys. They were even somewhat organized now. He’d been religious about calling the janitorial service, correctly assuming it was needed every night.

Diamond smirked, already cleaned up and in her business suit. “I knew you were going to pin that meeting on me.”

Red shrugged. She could read him pretty well most days. “Yeah, it’s going to suck. Three hours of pointless bickering. Have fun!”

Diamond sighed. “Fine. I need to make an appearance with those assholes anyways. I left Spoony tied up for you. She’s still wet, obviously, but I’ve been edging her. Today she’s not allowed to cum unless you say the magic words.”

Red blinked. “What are the magic words?”

Diamond laughed, cruelly. “That wouldn’t be fun. Good luck!”

Red glared. “This is over the meeting, isn’t it?”

She smiled. “I’m not that petty, Red.” Then she walked past him and into the elevator.

He watched the doors close on her and he growled. “Yes, yes you fucking are.”

Sighing, he made his way to the windowed room. Spoony was lying on her back in one of the sex swings, with a vibrator slowly buzzing away on her pussy as it was presented to the window. Her leather covered legs were spread wide, locked in place on the swing. There was a puddle underneath her and her tail was soaked, vividly dripping in the sunlight. Spoony was muttering to herself, her eyes closed in concentration.

“Don’t think... Don’t think... Don’t think…”

He smirked and walked up to her, sliding up next to her head. “Hello there, Spoony.”

Her eyes shot open, and her mouth closed shut as she bucked slightly. “No... No!” Then she calmed down, seemingly having averted her orgasm. Slowly she opened her eyes, her desperate gaze locking with Red’s as she almost begged him with a surprisingly panicked expression. “H… Hel…” She blinked, suddenly calm. “Hello, Mr. Red.”

He smirked, looking down her quivering body. Her face was stoic, but he could see her leather covered legs twitching. “Having a hard time today?”

She nodded, slowly. “I’m… not allowed to cum today, Mr. Red. I’m sorry…eeey…” Her eyes widened and her nostrils flared as her hips began to buck again. “No… No!” Stilling herself, she shook her head.

Red whispered softly into her ear, giving her a gentle nibble. “One of two things is going to happen here, Spoony. You’re going to tell me the magic words so I can let you cum your brains out, then you will be grateful and do me a favor. Or I will make you cum your brains out without the magic words, and then you’ll do me a favor because I’m going to blackmail the shit out of you.”

Spoony stilled, turning her head with a terrified look. “No… You can’t…”

Red’s grin was evil. “So, that’s option two then?”

Spoony turned her head up to look away from him, and began mumbling to the ceiling. “Don’t think. Don’t think. Just one task. Then another.”

Red glared at her. He usually didn’t mind when she started chanting. It could even be hot, but he knew that it helped her focus, and right now he needed her extremely unfocused. Scatter brained, even. “Look at me, Spoony… and don’t talk. I don’t want to hear your little masochist mantra until after you scream for me.”

Spoony’s face turned back to him and he saw her hips buck rapidly against the vibrator once, then slowly drop and quiver. She closed her eyes briefly to concentrate and take a deep breath before opening them. Her voice was low, calm, and obedient. “Yes, Mr. Red.”

Red leaned forward, kissing her. Spoony’s lips spread easily, warmly welcoming him into her hot and eager mouth. Her face froze and she blinked as she arched her back, only barely stopping herself. Red smiled, pulling slowly out of the kiss to feel her sides. He ran his hoof up and down her body, relishing the sensation of her taught muscles quivering.

Apparently, Diamond took edging very seriously. Spoony was well past the limit of a normal mare, and probably even past her limit. He could hear the vibrator change speeds, muffled by the depths of her wet cunt. She arched her back, violently throwing herself down with an emphatic “No!” before settling uneasily into the new setting.

“This isn’t going to be hard for me, is it?” He chuckled.

Tears started to leak from her eyes as she forced them closed and then open, another moan stifled in her throat. “No, Mr. Red.”

Red nibbled up and down her chin, letting his hoof drape lower and lower down her body, crawling slowly to her inner thigh. The vibrator was buried deep, probably brushing right up on her G-spot. He smiled into her cheek. Nothing was on her clit, yet.

Spoony begged, her voice was distant. “Please, Mr. Red…”

Red chuckled, his belly rolling in amusement. Was she asking for release? Or begging him to stop? She knew he wouldn’t stop. Slowly, he worked his way up her face, nibbling as he began to ever so gently twirl her clit around.

She started to shake. Her leather covered legs quaked uncontrollably. “No… No! Stop! Red, I can’t… I can’t… Oh fuck!”

He twirled slow, steady, and lightly, biting her lip just like he used to for Silver.

“No! Red! Don’t… NO!” Spoony shrieked, her body thrashing in her restraints as an arc of mare cum shot into the window, splattering the pristine crystal.

Red didn’t react when she came. He didn’t slow down or speed up. He kept the slow steady pace, and nibbled on her lip. Exactly how Silver had liked to cum.

The vibrator fell out of her cunt, slipping onto the floor with a splash as she writhed. Her eyes opened up, and there was a flash of some wild emotion, something more primal than even lust.

Had he made her angry? He chuckled, keeping up his slow and steady approach. She grunted, sobbing as throbbing pleasure wracked her body. He held her, feeling her cum and letting her writhe in ecstasy. She burbled incoherently, and it sounded like a coo. Red’s cock noticed, and hardened.

Spoony relaxed in her restraints, and began to cry. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry…”

Red pulled back, turning the little masochist’s face towards him, then pointing at the window. “Diamond will be pissed if she sees that stain on her precious window. Now, I believe I was going to blackmail you?”

Spoony let her head drop, tears falling freely. “Yes, Mr. Red…”

Spoony was nervous. Everything had gone wrong. Mr. Red had called the janitor, getting him to clean up the window, so at least they weren’t going to get killed. Now he wanted her to break more rules. Spoony didn’t break rules.

“Do it, Spoony.”

Then again, he was blackmailing her. She’d already broken one rule. “I… Let me wear a dress.”

Red shook his head. “No, she always was either naked or wearing a suit.”

Spoony tried again, “Then a suit.”

Red sighed. “How can I fuck you in a suit? Look, Spoony. If you don’t do this, I am going to tell Diamond about how you greased her beloved window.”

She grumbled. She couldn’t break this rule. Window be damned. “Mr. Red, my chaps do not come off. DT bought them personally for me. They are something like a… promise. They do not come off.”

Red grumbled. “You never take them off? Even when you shower? That’s kind of gross, Spoony.”

Spoony tried being nice. “Look, Mr. Red. I will happily do this for you. Every little bit, I promise I can do it. I just can’t uncover my legs for you. It is not an option.”

Red leaned back, seemingly lost in thought. “Are you scarred or something? I won’t care.”

Spoony blinked. She could work with that. “Yes, something like that. I promise you, it would ruin the mood. You absolutely would not want to have sex with me ever again.”

Red leaned forward, somewhat curious. “Is it gross looking?”

Spoony sighed in relief. She had him. “It’s disgusting. It will give you nightmares.”

He muttered. “Fine… You can wear a dress.”

Silver smiled, feeling like somehow she just had a strange victory. Red smiled awkwardly back. “God, Spoony. You really are just like her. Even that smile is something…”

Spoony’s smile went cold. “I get that about a lot of ponies.”

Red chuckled. “I doubt that. As far as I can tell, Diamond and I are the only ponies you know. I bet, aside from the complete slut thing, that Silver might have liked you. To tell the truth, she might not have cared about that. She was…” Red’s eyes zoned out… “Kind of a goofball…”

Spoony frowned. “She would not have liked me.”

Red sighed. “Well, whatever. She’s gone. Lets do this. I’ll give you a few minutes to change, then I’m coming back in, and you’ll be in character.”

Spoony nodded. “No peeking while I change, Red. I’m still angry at you for making me break any rules at all. I am going to wear leggings, so don’t get any stupid ideas.”

Red rolled his eyes. “Yeah, okay. Three minutes enough?”

“Yes, Mr. Red.”

He smiled. “See you in a few minutes, Silver!”

Silver shuddered as he closed the door. She tried not to think about it. All the emotion drained from her face. Do as you're told. Do what Red says. Don’t break the rules. He can’t see your mark. This was just the next task.

Wordlessly, she quickly swapped her chaps with the leggings. Bright purple, they clashed horribly with her coat. She didn’t care. Next was the dress. A long pink thing that DT had bought and then never put her in for some reason. It slipped on easily. Between hitching up the dress, and making sure her leggings fit right, Red would have easy access to her cunt. As he should.

Most importantly, he wouldn’t see her mark. Spoony sat on the bed, mind empty. She muttered to herself. “Don’t think.”

The door creaked, and Red's head poked nervously in. “Red, is that you?” She smiled, hopefully. Don’t think.

“Silver… I… haven’t seen you in a while. How have you been?” He stepped in, looking nervously around.

She smiled. “I’ve been well, actually! From Prance to the Crystal Empire, it’s been one hell of a trip.”

He slid forward, stepping into the room. “Your place looks different, where did all the pictures go?”

Silver shrugged. Don’t think. “I took down all the magazines. I didn’t need them anymore.”

He paused, seemingly confused. “Oh… Well, I’ve been pretty good. Been doing Diamond’s job basically.”

She smiled. “That sounds hard. She’s a busy mare.”

He laughed. “Not lately. Lately she’s been… Well, let’s not talk about her. You’re looking good. Did you lose some weight?

She laughed sweetly back, almost having fun. “I went on a pretty strict diet and started a, uh, vigorous exercise regimen. I have a health coach and everything. She keeps me… busy.”

He sat down on the bed next to her, and got strangely quiet. “I… missed you, you know.”

Don’t think. “I missed you, too.”

He was quiet for a bit. “I thought we might, work out, you know?”

She grew quieter. Don’t think. “I’m sorry, Red.”

He chuckled. “Heh. It’s okay. I got over it. Mostly. You’re not the first mare to leave me. It’s just that… I still dream about you, you know?”

Red’s arm draped over her. Her heart was beating fast. It was heavy and strong. She always loved when he held her. Silver stuttered as she talked. “Sometimes… Sometimes I do too.”

Red turned her head to him. “What do you dream about?”

She shivered, looking into his brown eyes. “The pizza. Our secret little trysts. The way you hold me… How you’re slow and gentle.”

Red leaned forward, and Silver leaned into him. Their lips pressed into each other's, and she closed her eyes. He was warm, soft, and gentle.

Just like he used to be.

She slid into his ear, and climbed up onto his lap. “I miss your little lip bites. I miss our jokes in the elevator. I miss your heart. Where did it go, Red? What happened to your heart?”

He held her, whispering into her ear. “You left…”

Silver couldn’t do this. She’d thought she could, but she’d been wrong. This should be easy. Silver Saddle was gone. She was Silver Spoon; Spoony. Spoony could do anything. All she had to do was the next task.

Don’t think. Do the next task.

Don’t think. “Well, I’m back now. So when are you going to fuck me?”

Red wrapped his arms around her, holding her still before leaning forward on the bed. She was pinned under him. He was huge compared to her. Her breath hitched in her throat. Don’t think.

“How does right now sound?”

She shivered. She was supposed to say something, but the words died on her mouth. Her eyes wet, and she looked at him pleadingly.

Red looked down at her, searching her eyes. He whispered. “It’s okay, Silver… It’s okay.”

Silver smiled sadly, putting her arms around him. He could be so sweet. He didn’t deserve… Don’t think.

Red kissed her again, slow and hot. She fell into the bed, letting him pepper her with hot little kisses. He worked his way across her snout, and gently bit on her lip. She shivered as it sent an arc of electricity down her spine. Oh, how she’d missed this.

Her voice was hot and needy. “Red… Please…”

A gentle, soft hoof trailed under her dress, and she sighed.

He was slow. He was sweet. He was tender.

Silver began to softly moan. Quiet little things, not wild screams or grunts like Diamond made her do. Soothing, soft squeaks in time with Red’s firm hoof.

Red pressed past her lips, twirling his tongue around hers. She moaned into his mouth, letting their wet tongues play. His hoof sped up, still slow, and she backed out of the kiss.

“Red… I need you inside of me…” she begged.

He didn’t answer with his words, he never did at this point. Instead she felt him shift, sliding up and under the dress. She shuddered feeling his cock at her entrance, the rock hard tip dipping into her wet flesh.

Silver put her hooves around his shoulders, and stared at him. “Do it…”

Red grunted as he thrust, slowly spreading her wide.

Silver smiled, hungry and happy. It felt good to be full again, and his cock tingled in a now very familiar way. She felt her eyes tear up, but blinked it away. Don’t think. Only do.

He thrust slow and steady, taking his time to really enjoy her. She shivered, feeling his heart beat through her entire body, causing her to shudder in the rhythm. He didn’t growl, he didn’t slap her, or hit her, or even angrily grunt.

Instead he moaned quietly in her ear, and held her tight. Silver wrapped herself around him. She was home. She was back. Her hell was over.

“I love you, Red.”

He pressed deeper into her, whispering into her ear. “I love you, too, Silver.”

She shivered, and felt it happening. Slowly, surely a familiar pressure rose. This was soft, this was gentle. It wasn’t crazy and wild, like how Diamond coerced out of her, or pleasure-less and painful like when she forced it out of herself. “I’m close, Red…”

He shuddered in her arms. “Me, too.”

Silver began to quietly cry. Was this how it was supposed to be? Soft and gentle? Loving? Was this what she could have had? He was so warm, and strong, and she finally felt safe wrapped up in his arms. He surrounded her, and was inside her, and it was right. Silver felt him push deep, and she wrapped every limb she could around him, trying to melt into his body.

This could have been her forever.

She let herself cum naturally, gushing around him as she moaned quietly and softly, even as the tears trailed down her cheeks. She hadn’t forced it. The tears wouldn’t stop, so she pressed herself into his neck, feeling them both shudder. It felt right. It felt peaceful.

He collapsed on top of her, exhausted and spent, and she held him tight, quietly sniffling. She just wanted to lie like this with him. Never stop, never leave. Everything was warm, nothing hurt, and she was safe. Soft tingles ran through her coat, like soothing sparks of static.

Red was breathless, still holding her. “You sounded… just like her…”

She didn’t answer, afraid her voice would betray her. Instead she hummed her response, slow and musically. “Mmhm.”

They were quiet, and still. Silver listened to his heart beat through his neck. She felt his breathing. She shivered. She felt the urge to tell him that she felt like a dog, because he just took her to the pound. She quietly laughed at her joke, afraid to tell him.

“Hey, are you crying?” Red pulled back to look at her.

Silver covered her face, hiding her shame. “Don’t… Don’t look at me, Red.”

Red’s eyes narrowed in surprised concern. “Did I hurt you?”

Silver shook her head, unable to form a real sentence through her burning guilt. “Happy… Happy tears.” She lied.

Red kept watching her, his eyes darkening as he seemed lost in thought. Then his brows furrowed. “I… I never told you about the elevator jokes…”

Spoony stopped crying. She froze, glancing up at him with wide and terrified eyes. Don’t think.

Red’s eyes trailed up and down her body rapidly before he firmly pressed her down into the soft bed. He was so strong, his safe pressure suddenly turned into an iron grip. Spoony struggled weakly. She couldn’t fight him. Don’t think. Just do.

Red was stuttering. “You… It… No…”

Spoony stared blankly at the ceiling, her tears quickly drying. One task and then the next.

Red whispered, his voice almost terrified. “What’s… What’s under your leggings, Spoony?”

She didn’t answer. Don’t think.

Red’s whisper turned into a growl. “Take… them off…”

Spoony lay quiet.

She felt Red’s hoof slip under her dress. Up and over her hips. It hooked under the thin fabric, and began to pull, slowly sliding it down.

She stared quietly at the ceiling, her heart beating calmly. Don’t think.

He pulled the purple fabric out from under the dress, holding the single legging up. She glanced at it, then at him as she spoke in a monotone voice. She didn’t want to break a rule. Spoony didn’t break rules. “Please, don’t.”

Red’s eyes narrowed, and he slowly lifted her dress.

Diamond was glad that meeting was over. The board members were idiotic, greedy little shits at best, and she was sick of them. She needed a way to really get out of this mess. She hated every waking moment of the real world. All she wanted to do was spend time with Spoony. Maybe watch Red fuck her every once in a while.

Diamond licked her lips. She hoped he still had a round or two left in him. She loved making Spoony squirm, but seeing her covered in cum like the gross bug she was just made everything feel so right in the world.

The elevator door opened, and she stepped into the hall. It was quiet, so maybe they were doing something soft and lovey. Red did that sometimes, even though Spoony didn’t like it. She walked to the viewing room and smiled, seeing Spoony suspended in one of the sex toys, being slowly spun by Red. Spoony was wearing a pink dress, a pretty thing that Diamond had ordered for her and then never had her wear. She had a vacant stare, tears dripping quietly and rapidly down her face, onto the floor.

Diamond smiled. Good, she was crying.

Red was standing next to her, just staring at Spoony in thought and slowly spinning the sex swing around in circles. He seemed to be quietly studying her from every angle. Diamond frowned.

Something was wrong. Some part of her world was in the wrong place. Red was intently focused as he slowly spun Spoony around and around. Diamond tried to find the thing that wasn’t where it was supposed to be, but she couldn’t. Diamond’s gaze drifted around the room, looking for something that was wrong.

Suddenly, she felt Red’s intense stare on her, almost burning her. She snapped her head back to look back at him. “She won’t tell me anything…”

Diamond cocked her head. “What the fuck are you talking about, Red? Never figured out the magic words?” She had wondered if Red would ever call Spoony a “vile little insect,” even if he somehow figured it out. She guessed it was more likely he simply forced Spoony to cum, even if he knew what to say. How nice that would have been to watch. She never expected that he’d give up. That wasn’t Red. Red never gave up. Maybe that was what was out of place?

Red turned away from Spoony and slowly walked up to Diamond. He was angry, his skin was flushed underneath his red coat. Diamond huffed. “If you had the balls to do what needed to get done, then this wouldn’t have happened.” He should have just forced Spoony to cum. At least now he was pent up and she could watch an angry and intense fuck session.

She hadn’t seen him angry before, not like this. This was a whole new level of pissed off for Red, and she had no idea why he was so worked up over her stupid little game. She’d been wanting to see what happened when he was finally pushed over the edge. He might yell, or scream. Maybe he’d even hit somepony. This might be fun. Diamond’s grin grew wicked, and her heart raced. She bit her lip, wondering if he’d snap.

Red’s rage went cold as he stared at her, inches from her face. He whispered under his breath, sounding as though he’d had all the authority, all the power in the world. “I’m going to end you.”

With that, he walked coldly past her, straight out of the room.

Diamond was confused, but her heart was racing. She turned and watched his deliciously sculpted flanks disappear down her hall. She blinked. Had she just considered…? She glanced at Spoony, who was sill staring vacantly and crying. Diamond glanced back to where Red had been, still bewildered by what had happened and what she was feeling. “What the fuck is going on, Spoony?”

Spoony didn’t answer, she only stared at the ceiling.

Diamond scowled, suddenly angry. She walked up to her misbehaving little bug. Somepony was going to get a spanking. “Don’t fucking ignore me.”

Spoony’s eyes flicked to Diamond’s, and Diamond put her hoof on Spoony’s leg, running it up and underneath her dress. Her hoof lifted the dress as it went, all the way up her flank. Spoony shivered under Diamond’s harsh touch, and Diamond’s scowl turned into a wicked smile.

She was going to punish Spoony. It was going to be cathartic. Spoony would scream, and Diamond would forget all her worries and confusion. Red was gone, it was just Diamond and Spoony. Diamond licked her lips while she looked down at her hoof, seeing it resting deliciously on Spoony’s cutie mark. A brown saddle.

“Oh… Fuck.”

Red hadn’t been back to the penthouse, and Diamond hadn’t came out. Two weeks had passed. Two furious, hate filled weeks. He’d been polite to his underlings, but they knew. He’d been firm with the board, even ruthless. They were learning. Ponies understood him now. They stepped out of his goddamned way.

Red’s eyes glanced at the agenda for this evening’s meeting. He hadn’t bothered forwarding any schedules to Diamond, and she hadn’t complained. He had the paperwork processed, and the board in line. He was getting a promotion today.

It wasn’t a gamble, or an unsure thing. No, he’d done what he needed to do. The boxes were checked, and the nooses were tied. Letters had been sent. Bits had exchanged hooves. There would be repercussions for the ponies that didn’t vote his way. He’d even removed one board member that wouldn’t have come around. It had been time for him to retire.

At the ripe old age of 27.

The others understood. He hadn’t just worked their schedules as the head administrative advisor, he’d worked their finances, and greased wheels for them. He knew their parents. He knew their hobbies and their vices. Where they spent their vacations, which ones had fucked a foal, how many kilos of distilled poison joke they went through last year, and where their children went to school.

His intercom buzzed. “Mr. Tape, you have a pony here to see you. He says he has an important missive from the mayor.”

Red checked his schedule, there was a fifteen minute gap. “Send him up. It’s probably about my offer.”

One of the efforts Red had run was an offer to start a rehab program. Something to get ponies off the street. The idea hadn’t been his. It had been… one of his friends… from long ago. He’d decided to use it as a bribe. Fund the project, knowing that 30% of it was going to grift. The mayor was happy, the program was started, and the city would let the company buy that building with much, much less fuss. It helped that it was election season.

Red fumed as he sat. That’s what he did lately. He sat and grew angrier and angrier until he did something to relieve it. Red glared at the intercom. He needed to destroy something.

Red punched the wall, slamming it with his hoof. A hole appeared, his hoof sliding cleanly through. He shook in a rage as he slowly pulled it out, and watched the bits of crumbling wall slide off him. He was an earth pony. He had learned to be careful of his anger when he was young. Unicorns could do magic, pegasi could fly, and earth ponies… He stared at the hole… Well, they could punch holes through industrial grade concrete.

He shouldn’t be punishing the wall. He should be punishing Diamond. She had caused…. This. She had ruined his life, and the life of countless other ponies. That arrogant, psychotic bitch deserved to be punished.

He imagined her face where the hole in the wall was. She was an earth pony, like him. He could probably put her through the wall, and she might not die. He imagined that, slamming her into the wall over and over, watching the stuck up arrogance in her eyes melt into terror, and her beautiful smile turn into a bloody scream.

She deserved that, and worse. He’d not only hurt her, he’d humiliate her. Make her lick somepony else’s feet. Maybe the fucking janitor. He certainly deserved a little affection. Diamond needed to suffer, and go through what she’d done to Sil… Spoony.

Red put his face in his hooves, and screamed.

The bell dinged, and the door opened. In stepped a large green earth pony stallion. He had a briefcase, but looked alarmed at the hole in the wall, and Red’s ragged expression. At least he hadn’t heard the scream.

The pony shuffled nervously. “I… uhh… Is this a bad time, Mr. Tape?”

Red shrugged, it was always a bad time nowadays. Every waking moment was a bad time. “Not particularly, Mr. ...?”

The pony nervously smiled, holding out a shaky hoof. Maybe he had heard the scream. “Mr. Whinny.”

Red smiled back, shaking his hoof. Mr. Whinny was strong, probably stronger than Red. “I’ve heard that name before. Are you one of the mayor's aides? He must trust you a lot. That’s got a lot of potential money in there.”

Mr Whinny ended the hoof shake, and relaxed slightly as he handed the briefcase over. Red had always been good at calming ponies down when he needed to. “I’m sort of an aide, I guess. He was pretty adamant I get the briefcase to you right away, I think he liked what you were selling.”

Red nodded, looking down at it. It probably had all the required forms, and names of ponies he needed to get information to. “Makes sense. Don’t tell anypony, but he’s likely to gain quite a few bits from this deal. It’s gonna help a lot of ponies on the street, too.”

Mr. Whinny continued, sounding more sure of himself while Red inspected the briefcase. “And y…” He stopped, then tried again, probably afraid to offend Red. “So… the mayor wanted me to deliver that, but my other boss needed me to deliver… this.”

Red looked up, and the last thing he saw was the dagger racing towards his head.

Diamond stared at the city, sitting in her chair and watching the lights flicker. Spoony moaned, spreading herself wide like a good little butterfly on the cold, hard marble floor. Diamond’s hoof was slowly rubbing up and down Spoony’s delicate little clit.

Tonight was the first night she’d drunk in a few months. This is why Diamond didn’t have friends. They tended to end up dead. She’d let Red have too many freedoms. She’d shared a little too much with him. Then he’d betrayed her. She’d expected it, even planned for it, but it still made her furious when it happened. She’d taken action, quickly and without thinking.

Now he wouldn’t ever do it again. He couldn’t. The situation was not a problem anymore.

Diamond took a deep drought of her drink. She couldn’t taste it. Couldn’t even remember what it was. It didn’t even burn anymore.

Spoony cooed, shaking like a leaf. Diamond smiled. “We don’t need him, Spoony. Do we?”

Spoony didn’t answer, lost in her pretty little orgasm underneath Diamond’s hooves. Drowning in bliss from Diamond’s touch. Graced, even. Diamond’s smile faltered. “He was nice to look at, though… Maybe the next one won’t try to be gentle with you.” She frowned.

Red had always tried to be gentle. Spoony didn’t like that. He wouldn’t be gentle anymore.

“You worship me, don’t you?” Diamond took another sip.

“Yes, DT… I worship you…” Spoony’s answer was breathless.

Diamond hummed. “You’re the only pony I can’t replace, Silver Spoon. Every pony else is nothing.” Red had been nothing. Had been.

Spoony answered, “Yes, DT.”

Diamond took another sip, and closed her eyes as she drifted numbly into a drunken void. Maybe she’d wake up, and everything would be different this time. Maybe she’d get lucky, and she wouldn’t wake up at all.

Spoony lay still on the cold marble. She couldn’t leave. There was no point. DT was passed out, completely drunk. It had taken four of those jugs. Four. DT had drunk them like a pony dying in the desert might drink water.

Red was… Don’t think.

Spoony looked out the window. Diamond wouldn’t mind if she had a glass of… something. Anything. Unfortunately, Diamond would be livid if Spoony rolled over, or moved at all from the spot she left her in.

The view really was beautiful. From this high up, the city was silent. All the little ponies shuttling about never looked up, never saw the depravity that had been on full display for months now. Even the pegasi had never looked in to see her shame on full display. Even though it was crowded with a million little ponies, the city really was lonely in a way.

Diamond was snoring.

Spoony decided that she should sleep. Diamond had been far too gentle with her today. The past couple weeks she’d been violent, giving Spoony new cuts, bruises, and probably a scar or two. Like the little one on her throat.

Diamond and Red hadn’t noticed the little scar, but Spoony did. She felt it every time she tilted her head all the way back. Every time somepony nibbled her neck. Every time she took Red’s cock all the way down her throat like the good little slut she was.

Feeling it made her shiver. It was a reminder of when Diamond had killed her. Diamond had taken her whole life away, choked it out of her, and given her a new one. The new one was simple, easy, and filled with pleasure. She was never late for work, since she never left the floor. She was never worried about what her peers thought. She had no peers. She didn’t even have to think.

The hardest part was not pissing on the floor on nights like these. Nights where she couldn’t move, or was chained up, or tied down, or left in a cage, or any of the ways Diamond liked to leave her. The other hard part was not thinking.

Doing was easy. Spoony could do anything. Her mind never really stopped, though. It kept digging, kept trying to remind her that this wasn’t… Don’t think.

He hadn’t deserved this. He hadn’t deserved any of this. Don’t think.

Spoony stared at the city, watching Diamond in her alcoholic coma through the reflection. Diamond floated in the sky, hovering above all the little ponies down below. They had no idea. At her hooves lay Spoony.

Spoony closed her eyes, silently and secretly wishing that Silver was still alive. That Red was still alive. She’d give anything, and do anything to live in that peaceful little world she’d felt when they’d played pretend house. Minutes passed, and Spoony forgot not to think. She fantasized, crying silently to herself on the cold hard floor, sobbing ever louder as the minutes dragged on. Slowly, she opened her eyes to stare at the city, and hate her reflection again.

There she was, still lying on the floor, tears dripping down her face and her body heaving with sobs as she lay in a pool of her own filth. Above her was Diamond, comatose from the liquor. Above Diamond was a red hoof, pressing down firmly on her shoulder.

Silver blinked, trying to shake off the phantasm, and clear the tears from her eyes. He was gone. Diamond had him killed.

The hoof was still there, and it pressed down on Diamond even harder.