As Butter rested on me, rather cutely I might add, I focused on the time I had left to dream. The last sanctuary i'd have until I could personalize my hell to my liking. Soon enough I found myself sleeping. At first it was dark, empty, a cold nothingness. But as I fell victim to the embracing hold of sleep, I started to see a picture forming from the darkness. It was unfamiliar, only a few details populated the blank space. A stool appeared, then a couple of drinks on a table. A few ponies here and there but the didn't bother to move or even blink for that matter. They just seemed lifeless...waiting to be given purpose perhaps? Then a low hum rumbled the walls of my mind and the scene exploded with life and movement alike, as if an 'outside' force was rushing the dream to make since at a faster pace.The drinks were now actually on tables were ponies would take casual sips from them and as expected the ponies themselves started to animate and...well be alive. I was...uneasy at the sudden change, everything just came to life. This has happened more than once but, I never get use to it's unnatural start-up process.

As the dream began to finally pick up in the same place it always did I focused on were 'I' would enter, and waited. At times i would switch between looking through the eyes of my dream self and and a birds eye view. I had no control of this sometimes but it kept it interesting, like it was some movie and the camera angles changed for dramatic effect. Regardless, this was the more boring part of the dream, watching everything explode in front of me was more entertaining than the dream and it's contents. However, I prepared myself for 'him' to enter. As my dream self sat at the bar on the stool, I looked over and waved for the stallion with the old black duster to join me. It didn't take long for him to spot me...I was a silver pony at a bar. He took a seat next to me before commenting about the drink in front of me.

"Didn't know you liked scotch," he said slightly impressed.

"I don't-" I pushed the drink to him," do you?"

He noticed my voice cracked a bit, he's too observant sometimes. He also saw the sad gleam in my eyes. He could always tell some pony has a problem, whether they knew it or not...he knew for sure.

"Sure," he breathed, "What's taking so long with this DJ of yours..."

"This isn't as easy as I make it look ya know," i said trying to hide the pain in my voice.

"Of course, it takes time huh?" he mocked.

What was he expecting? Did he want me to rush things? Of course not, he has his reasons. Vinyl was the target initially, until we connected her to an even bigger threat, a whole damn gang of vamp-ponies, wear-ponies, and worst of all Luna might have some connection to it all. It was a premature operation at the time, 'he' wanted it to grow wings already. Problem is the damn egg hasn't even hatched yet...we were in over our heads.

"Unless you wan't nothing but a blood bath on our end then yes, it takes time, lots and lots of time!," I said raising my voice unintentionally louder than I wanted to.

"Your falling for her aren't you," he said taking a swig of the scotch before asking for another.

"I...I am not falling for anyone-"

"-Really? You sue? Last time this happened things got messy, guess who has to clean that shit up silver!" he said just as loud as I had

"...Silver Crasher...I...sorry, it's just...," I stammered, "I...h-have feelings for her but I'm not going to let that get in the way, I promise."

At this point we were getting awkward stares and a couple of heads turning our way. The bartender however has most likely heard plenty of stories start this way and continued serving customers and cleaning glasses. We didn't react to them of course, we were trying to save them, they wouldn't understand anyway. Crasher stared into my eyes and sized me up, like he always does when I lie to him. He Didn't believe me, true I...grew comfortable, too comfortable around Vinyl. She was what I could never have, what I always dreamed of. She was the monsters I hunted, the demons I despised. Vinyl was my love-hate problem. Even if Crasher didn't believe me it wouldn't bother me, i'd kill Vinyl and any pony else that I had to, it's what I trained for.

Looking forward, he placed his hoof on mine and started to speak. Whenever he wanted to say something important, he'd always do that...strange. But when he spoke I listened.

"Finish this up Silver, i'd hate to see you destroy yourself over another mare, get ride of her but make sure you have what you need to end this once and for all-" he then turned his head to face me, " for this area anyway, just...don't go overboard again."

I stared in his eyes as I spoke, cracking a smile on my face. To reassure him, to ease his soul of worry.

"I won't let it get in the way Crasher...I promise."

He smiled back, witch is hard for him to do when he gets so damn serious. His smile faded slowly and he withdrew his hoof from mine. He did this slowly, to let me know he was done. Maybe he thought of something that made him loose his faith in me...maybe. He was a rough stallion, his eyes were bearing bags. He looked eternally exhausted no matter what he did that may disprove that. His coat was an auburn color, he was an exception in our organization, we needed him to blend in to the crowd. His eyes were a pearl grey, it always reminded me of the moon, the only place I liked it given recent events. His dirty-blond mane always looked funny on him, too me anyway, I smirked. He looked over and noticed my amused appearance.

"Are you talking about my hair again?" said Crasher.

"I didn't say a thing, don't be foolish Crasher," I said defensively.

"It's written all over you face Silver, you should really work on hiding your thoughts you know," he said jokingly.

"Shut up Crashe-"

"-Get away from me ahhhhh!!!"

The scream broke my concentration and disrupted everything. The walls exploded and bodies of the ponies around me and Crasher melted leaving behind bones and bubbly flesh. Crasher was placing his hoofs over his ears to block the sound, but it was too strong. Blood erupted from his mouth, as well as blood pouring from his other orifices covering me and the the bar with his blood. The scream felt as if it lasted for hours, a minute passed, I was left unscathed save the blood staining my silver coat and mane. I looked around in horror as everything around me faded away.

This...this never happened. Did it? No of course not. The scream happened yes, but everything else..., no, no. That never happened, this was something different my dream was interrupted. I watched as my dream self was left there alone, afraid, covered in Crashers blood. Then her voice rang out and rumbled the walls of my dream, with a higher intensity than the hum. It was Luna, she has made contact, finally revealing herself.

"Silver Streak!" rang the royal canterlot voice, " you are in my domain, and in my domain my rules are final! Enjoy your new home and sleep well!"

As she finished the scream reentered my mind and in no time at all I was greeted with a horrifying scene back in the bar. Crasher was screaming, no howling, an unearthly sound coming from what looked like a burned throat. His vocal cords vibrated in sight as he grabbed me with bony hooves and howled with his exposed gums. His eyes were gone and replaced with a dark bloody abyss that seeped puss and unfamiliar fluids. The only way i could tell it was Crasher was the fact that he still wore his old black duster.

"SILVER!!!" he howled, gurgled, "SILVER!!!"

I awoke, my eyes shot open. My stomach ached. UH-OH. I vomited over the side of the bed, upon inspection I swear I saw nothing but blood and maggots. I blinked, seeing as it didn't solve the problem, I squeezed my eyes shut.

"Please...please...go away," I whispered shakily.

"What was that bitch!" Butter said annoyed at me disrupting her conversation with an inmate residing in the cell next to us.

"Nothing master!" I said quickly.

I didn't have time to deal with her. She stared a while and decided to let me off the hook, i guess for being quick with a response. She continued her conversation, something about how good I give head or something. Great, my talents are being appreciated. I averted my attention back to the ground. To my surprise, no blood, no maggots, nothing.

I let a breath escape my lips, a sigh of relief.

Butter Scotch, I'm guessing that's her full name given how she taste, turned her body towards me to inform me of our schedule for today.

"Well nice of you to join us, that you might have died seein as ya stop squirming for so long. Anyway we'll be heading out to the cafeteria in a few minutes,"

"Squirming, master," I questioned hesitantly

"Yeah you were wiggling all over the place, then you just stopped, thought you died."

I...squirm in my sleep now. That must look weird on the other end. Well I guess i can thank Luna for that new development, she's got me were she wants me. Dismissing the thought I wondered about our to do list, and how short it seemed.

"Master, is there nothing else happening today?" I asked just above a whisper.

Butter smiled and said," We aren't aloud outside anymore, at least for this week anyway, gang violence. But don't worry bitch after we eat i'll treat you to seconds."

"Y-yes master, i'd like that..."

She snickered and as she trotted slowly up to me. She was only centimeters away from my face. Butter proceeded to place her hoof near my mare-hood, I winced. Realizing how I reacted, that and the moan I let escape, she wasted no time whispering that I was her little slut. She withdrew herself from me at the sound of the cell doors being opened. I felt a bit annoyed that she didn't finish what she started, maybe that was the point. As the dirtied teal pony made her way to exit the cell, she looked back and motioned with her eyes for me to follow. As I did I was a bit distracted, not by her eyes though there were a nice cool black, the cell doors made me curious. Where they powered by magic?

"Silver Bitch!" Butter yelled angrily.

"S-sorry master!" I gasped.

I'm getting to use to this role, maybe I should...no, wait, plan, prepare.

We got pass all the ridicule, I thought was only exclusive for the first day, and made are way to the cafeteria. Funny how you miss so many details in a prison, the second walk-through I took note of some places I was able to eye. The nurse's office is definitely a place I need to remember. The cigarette machine, never to late to pick up bad habits, but trading it for 'goods' would most likely benefit me more.

Most of the cell block was with us, that and a small security force chaperoning us down the hall. I noticed more gates installed in the ceiling, i'd hate to get caught between those things and the floor. They looked thick and heavy, it'd probably just pin someone to the ground, leaving them alive before they...expired.

Me and Butter entered the cafeteria, it was loud. The yelling from the inmates bothered even the guards, but they know better than to tell them to shut it, could start a riot. It was a very simple set up three different exits doubling as entrances, excluding the one I entered. The food was prepared and set in rectangular basins in a large open display counter, the 'lunch mares' would shovel the gross stuff on the inmates plate as they went through the line. Plates, forks and other silver ware were at the beginning of the line. Condiments decorated the table at the end of the line along with varied flavored of beverages.

"How many times do I have to tell you to move it bitch?" Butter questioned with an eyebrow raised.

"Sor-" I managed to spit out

She struck me with her hoof across the face. No blood really just a cut inside my mouth, my cheek stung and my silver fur blossomed red around the assaulted area.

"Forgive me master I was...distracted."

"Shut up and stay close, your meeting my friends today, I don't want too damaged." Butter said stressing the impotence by slapping my bruised cheek.

We reached her friends table after going through the line and getting, what they refer to as food, the shit slapped on our plates. Her friends, they were four mares, were all unique and would soon be the unique bunch to have a turn with me. The first one that caught my eye was a unicorn, her horn had a ring around it, marked with a roman numeral three. Her mane and coat had a dark blue shade, her tail was white. It was an interesting contrast to the rest of her body, and her eyes were a an attractive shade of gold. She was clearly the most modish of them all, her mane was a bit unkempt but given the circumstances she made due. The dark blue mare even managed to get some eye shadow, white. I was half listening to what the were saying but I did notice butter addressing her as 'Night Gale'.

"That was awfully nice of you, Butter I didn't know you cared that much. Whats wrong with her, can't she pull her on weight or did you get another weakling?" Night Gale teased.

"Her legs broken so I'm letting her off the hook on this one," Butter said as she grabbed my face and licked it.

I cringed and looked her in the eyes before she threw my face away. The force of her rude act almost made me fall off the seat I was in, that caused all of her friends and her to erupt in laughter. While I was gathering myself I noticed Night Gale only worked up a smirk.

"How cute, shes clumsy " Night Gale mocked.

They wrapped up there little childish laughter, of my expense of course, and continued on with a subject that sounded familiar to the one Butter was having earlier. I blocked it out as I observed her next companion. Butter addressed this on as 'Butcher Knife', what a delightful name really just elegant in ever way. Butcher was no doubt bigger than all the mares at the table. She was tone and fit, but it actually made her look more alluring, if you could ignore the obscene scare across the bridge of her nose. Besides that she was decent looking. Her purple mane was deliberately cut short, and went well with her mint green coat. As she adjusted in her seat I noticed her muscles flex, the way the moved under her skin....too bad I might have to rip them out of her, a pity really. I was pushed away from my thoughts when I noticed her deep feminine voice, it sent vibrations through the table. My my, what an tantalizing quality for such a brute.

"She looks frail Butter. First thing next week, she needs some training," she said eating what looked like mashed plants.

"I have been training her, Butch. Yesterday-,"

"Not like that, I mean put some muscle on this stick your banging," corrected Butch.

"Oh, right. Well same thing, works up sweat either way," Butter said clearly amused by her on comment.

"Butch, you really think they'll let us back outside?" questioned a burgundy mare across form me.

"They don't have much choice, we'er getting crowed, and everyone's getting agitated...next week i doubt we'll be here talking about it again."

The burgundy mare took a brief moment to think about what Butch said. She seemed unsure of how t take that bit of information, maybe she was worried abut something. Could be that some pony was trying to hurt her, that's not likely, is it? In any case she resumed eating her blobs of whatever they were and appeared to have forgotten what she was so worried about. The burgundy mare was known as Dot, simple and easy to remember, Dot. Her mane and tail were an off white, she had dark red freckles under her emerald eyes. Her mane was cut short and her tail was tied, several times over, with some black bandaging leaving spiky bits at the end. She sounded more like a filly than an inmate doing life in prison. Butch broke me out of my inspection, questioning Dot.

"Why you ask that, Dot?"

"Owe coupons to Malories gang-" Dot said twirling her fork on her plate,"...again,"

"We don't owe them shit!-" yelled the yellow mare sitting in front of dot", we went through this yesterday, Dot!"

"Hey calm the fuck down Twenty, I got it all covered," Butter added starring at me.

"Ho ho, your just terrible, Butter. You think it'll work?" interjected Night gale

"Yeah 'Big Sis' would love getting inside this silver ass," she said, with an annoying emphasis on 'Big Sis'.

They all shared a laugh at the mention of 'Big Sis'. I wasn't too sure what they meant by the name. Was it some giant dildo they were going to throw me on. That would be...well painful, the thought of being impaled by something called 'Big Sis' bothered me. They didn't go on with any more details as there laughter died down, they all grew to like the plan. I was there currency to insure peace between the two groups, by spending some time with this mysterious 'Big Sis'. What a stupid name.

Twenty was the next mare I tried to examine, but Butter was between me and her. With the little I did see of her, I was able to complete the mental image with perfect accuracy. Her black mane was in a pony tail. On the left side of her head was shaved, further back hair was left over, making up that sides part of the pony tail. She had several piercings, a loop in her lip and at least three studs in her left and right ear. I also noticed a black tribal tattoo on her fore hoof. When she would speak, she would do it loudly. I'm assuming she did it mainly to piss off the guard that would walk by the table every now and again, Twenty would snicker every time she'd walk by.

Time dragged on slowly, but roughly ten minutes had passed. It felt like I was there for days. I looked around the crowed cafeteria when i was sure none of the mares at the table were paying attention to me. I then realized that all of the guards were slowly making there out of the room. That's when I saw the gates shut us in, it happened as soon as they were pass the the doors. I'm guessing they were done getting everyone inside, I also took into account that we were no longer being supervised. This could be a good and a bad thing, i'll make sure to use that to my advantage. Killing these ponies is a shame really, there all really not that bad looking. Thing is, there in my way. Getting rid of them wont be easy but once I get this damn leg taken care of i'll have the leverage necessary to end my hell.

I continued distracting myself with the different pony inmates going about there day. They exchanged cigarettes, needles, and the occasional moan from some pony getting satisfied while they ate. It was clear that no pony cared too much about getting head and eating breakfast in one sitting. It went hand and hand so to speak. I could use something like that right about now, whens the last time I had an orgasm anyway? I could just...no...fuck, I don't want to pleasure myself if I can get someone else to do it, especially not in the cafeteria. As I resumed my journey looking through all the ponies, I noticed what looked like a pegasus trotting through the crowd. Funny, that's the first pegasus iv'e seen here. She was a light purple pegasus with a black mane and a matching tail, white and grey streaks populated her spiky hair. She looked young, tired.

Her hazel eyes were blood shot. Her eyes locked with mine as I scanned her entire body. She raised an eyebrow at me, she didn't say anything but that's because she had a tray in her mouth. I'm guess she just got here. Her wings were locked and strapped in a special straight jacket, preventing her from flying obviously. She set her tray down and mouthed what I believe was 'what the fuck are you looking at?' I half slit my eyes and mouthed 'you.' She took it better than i'd hoped. She picked the tray back up with her mouth and set on the table behind her. She turned back to me me an mouthed 'you wish.' I'm pretty sure she was teasing me, her smug expression confirms it...I think. I started to say something but i was cut off by butter smashing my face into the sorry excuse of food I failed to eat.

"I'm talking to you bitch!" Butter said through grit teeth.

"Your new toy seems broken Butter," insulted Night Gail

"M-master I...I was distracted. It won't happen again...I promise," I said feebly, sultrily.

"Promise? You promise...you need to pay attention when i'm talking to you, got it," Butter said releasing her grip on my head.

I rose my head, wiped the food off as best I could, I quickly looked back at the pegasus. She was a little shocked at how fast things escalated. I smiled, she smiled back, the smile you give when you don't know if you should or not. I brushed my silver mane back and caressed Butter's thighs, she was surprised and before she could protest I was already getting started. My head under the table, I was still seated giving her something special.

"Wow she's an animal Butter," Night Gale laughed.

"Fuck that's hot..." Twenty said actually managing to use her inside voice.

I could notice Butters friends were enjoying even just the noise I made, slurping and drinking ,Butter like a damn smoothie. Dot's legs were coated in her juices, hmph she was really into it huh? Butter didn't have much time to react to my attack, I slurped her juices and buried my tongue in her lapping up anything I missed. I could hear her moan and wimpier as I bit down on her clit , shuffling it between my teeth before sucking it.

"Haah...uhhh,ahhh dammit, dammit *pant* *pant* more, more..." pleaded Butter, sounding like a filly begging.

One hoof was holding my head down, the other was straining to support her weight under the immense pressure of the pleasure she was receiving. No pony really cared, some i'm sure noticed and enjoyed the show before returning to whatever they where doing. The pegasus however was glued to the scene, I got a peak of her trying to figure out what the fuck I was pulling.

"Aaaaaaaahhhh!....Aaahhh!...Shit!...Fuck me, ha ha dammit!," yelled Butter," you made me cum harder than last time."

"Anyone else here wet...i'm a fucking fountain over her man," Dot said trying to contain herself.

Butter wasn't lying, she gave me at least enough of her cum for me to spit in three cups...and have enough for a fourth. Shit, if I knew she was going to do all that...i'm just that good i guess. Lucky for me, I drank her all down as soon as I realized how much she was giving me. The whole ordeal made me wet, but i was too busy working her orgasm out that I couldn't give myself one.I know I wanted to wait but I regret not touching myself. Damn, she cums too fucking fast! How am I suppose to get off? Ever pony at this damn table probably came thirty times by now, I might as well be a desert down there.

I licked my lips to make sure I got everything she was offering. Slowly, I raised my head and gave the pegasus a wink, she laughed. The purple flyer shook her head and sat down, I got her attention that's all that mattered. It struck me right then that if I wanted to secure my position as a mare not to be fucked with, I needed followers. The pegasus wouldn't be a bad start.

"Damn Butter, you moan like a little bitch," Butch laughed.

"Shu-, *pant* *pant* ,shut the fuck up Butch."

"Was it really that good, bet you came buckets huh?" Butch laughed again

"When can I try her out...or are you going to hold out again?" questioned Night Gale.

"Seriously guys, i'm leaking like a fucking, like a...fuck man," Dot said failing to contain herself.

"Dot I think your just pissing yourself," Twenty blurted aloud.

I licked the rest of her off the corner of my mouth, "Did...did you enjoy it master?"

Her brown mane was disheveled and she was covered in sweat. Her black eyes turned to me, she was hunched over with her head over her plate. Butter had no words for it, she just nodded and told me that I was forgiven for being distracted. The lunch period ended and the guards returned. No one got out of line, I guess good behavior wins them there 'playground' back. That's sad, there treating us like fillies. We returned to our cells. A small recess period allowed us to freely go over to different cell blocks, Butter insist I stay behind. So I did. She and her friends had business to attend to, really, business, what a joke. I spent the the time I had to myself in my bed counting the stains on the bottom of the mattress of the top bunk. Nearing seventeen I noticed a shadow, it enveloped the floor of the cell.

"Your one sick fucker," giggled the voice behind me.

What do you know I really did get her attention, now I can at least put some part of my plan in motion. I glanced behind me, a bit surprised really. how the hell did she find out were I...well i'm sure it's not hard to follow a silver pony in a prison huh. I'm so damn obvious.

She distracted me earlier, but in the long run it'll pay off. I'll make sure of that...

Author's Notes:

I wanted to have her explaining more of what she saw, and what she thinks is important.
But it's pertains to the stories future events...maybe.
If ya like it thanks if ya don't that's just too bad.
Tell me what you think, seriously leave a damn comment or something .