The foal opened her eyes the next day and yawned, looking around with her eyes. "M-Mommy?"

But the mare wasn't there. Diamond was sitting on the bed with a note in front of her.

'Went to get your new friend-- Rarity,' it read

The foal sighed and closed her eyes.

An hour passed before the door opened. "Dearie?" Rarity called.

The foal opened her eyes. "Mommy?"

"Yes, Dolly, I'm here!" Rarity cheered

"The note mentioned... A new friend?"

"Yes! Mr. Rich! Now, are you ready to play the doll you are?" asked Rarity, picking up the foal and nuzzing her.

"Yes, mommy..." the foal said softly. "To be honest... I'm still waking up."

"That's okay. You just have to sit and look pretty," Rarity said, setting the filly down in a pile of other dolls.

"All right," the fily said with a yawn.

A few minutes passed before the door rang. "Come in!"

The door opened and in stepped Filthy Rich. "Miss Rarity. I'm here about that new suit you mentioned."

"Oh, yes. In here, Mr. Rich!" Rarity called, sitting next to the dolls.

The colt followed her in and then noticed the foal. "Diamond?"

"What are you talking about? This is one of my designer collectable dolls," Rarity said.

"Hmm... Looks like my daughter, but... then again, it doesn't..."

"I'm sure... Now about that suit you wanted..."

Filthy nodded. "Yes. May I see it?"

Rarity smiled and got up. "Right in here," she said, pointing to a dressing both.

The colt trotted inside. As he did, Rarity levitated a bat up behind him.

"Where is it?" he asked.

THWACK!!!

Rarity watched the colt go down, smiling. "Your suit will be custom made, Mr. Rich."

Filthy groaned as he opened his eyes.

"What the hell?!" he asked, shocked.

He found himself hogtied and looking at Diamond and Twist. They were set up at a small table having play tea with Sweetie Belle.

The Twist doll flopped forward slightly, her muzzle dipping into the cup.

Sweetie smiled and pushed her back upright. "There you go, Twisty. More tea?" She placed her hoof on the doll's head and made her nod. "Yes, please..." she said through her lips in a higher-pitched voice. "She then pulled away and held the tea kettle over her cup. "Here you go."

The colt stared at her. "What the hell is going on?"

"They're having a tea party," called Rarity, who was now standing over him.

He stared up at her. "Those are real foals, aren't they?" Diamond said nothing.

"At one point they where fillies. Now, they're my dolls," Rarity said as she pulled out a measuring tape and started takeing Filthy's measurements.

"You sick bitch," he spat. He looked back at Diamond. "Th-That IS my daughter, isn't it?"

Rarity picked up Diamond. "Dearie? What's your name?" she asked, holding the filly at eye level with Filthy.

"Diamond, honey?" asked the colt.

"That's my last name," the foal said with no emotion. "My first name's Dolly."

"What have you done to her?"

"And who is he?" Rarity asked, not listening to the colt.

The foal hesitated before answering. "I don't know."

"And who am I?" Rarity asked, hugging the filly.

"Mommy..."

"Oh, that's right!" Rarity said, nuzzing the doll.

"Grr..." growled the colt. "I'll kill you, you BITCH!!"

Rarity set her doll aside and pulled out a tacky looking pink suit with an overly large bow tie.

"I made this just for you, Mr. Rich. Soon, you'll be in my collecton, too," Rarity said, smiling.

"Wh-What're you talking about?"

Rarity held the Twist doll close to Filthy's eyes. "I collect hoof-made dolls like Twist, here."

"Just wait till the Guards here about this."

"And just who's going to tell them?"

The colt glared at her and growled under his breath.

Rarity smiled as she pulled out a needle and thread. "What should I sew shut first? His mouth or nose?" Rarity asked her doll and her sister.

"His mouth!" cheered Sweetie. "He's, like... super annoying."

Diamond hesitated before answering. "Mouth..."

"Well, Mr. Filthy... Any last words?" Rarity asked, putting the needle to his lip.

"Yeah... I hope you die a slow... painful death..."

Rarity smiled as she sewed his mouth shut.

The colt screamed in pain and swore at the unicorn until his mouth was sewn shut.

"Anything to say now, Filthy?" Rarity asked, sticking the needle in his cutie mark.

He let out a muffled scream.

"What, you want me to sew your nose shut, too?" Rarity asked with a grin.

Filthy shook his head. "MMMM!!!"

"Well, if you really want it," Rarity called as she started sewing his nose shut.

Diamond closed her eyes as her dad screamed some more. Soon, his nose was sealed shut as Rarity picked up Diamond and started rocking her in front of him. The colt now found it hard to breathe as the foal kept her eyes shut.

"Don't worry, Filthy. You'll get to spend lots of time with my dolly... When you're just like Twist."

He went wide-eyed in fear. "Hey, sis?" said Sweetie. "Can we turn him into a doll now? Twist needs a playmate."

"That's what I'm doing. Just waiting for him to die peacefully... Kind of."

"Ohhhh.... Suffocation?" asked Sweetie. The colt began wheezing, almost out of air.

"Yes, Sweetie."

The colt felt the last breath escape him before collapsing. Sweetie Belle clapped cheerfully as Diamond peeked, letting out a tiny whimper.

As she did, Rarity soothed her. "Shhh shhh... It's ok, Dolly. Sweetie? Shall we get started?"

The unicorn foal nodded. "Definitely."