Disturbing Offers
Limping silently from along the streets of Ponyville to the inn, Silvia bit her lower beak, a nice sized bag of bits jingling being the only noise that penetrated the still night air.
The Griffon's legs buckled under her every so often, but she managed to press on. Never in all her time had she experienced the sensations and stimulation she felt in the Rich house. Diamond Tiara, once she tired of her merciless pinata training, retired for the evening. When Silvia met Filthy Rich, she knew seducing him for money was the best course of action. He was clean, handsome and had one hell of a charm to him.
Her plan stretched from a day to three when Diamond Tiara called her out on her bluff. Silvia pretended to be a foalsitter, offering to keep Diamond out of FIlthy's mane for a few hours while the stallion rested for a... night of fun. Mr. Rich didn't even seem hesitant to the idea, instead giving a little flirtatious smile back initially.
But Daddy's girls are always on the look out for anyone would steal their male figure away.
Cringing as another sharp jolt of pain shot through a particularly sensitive are, an area Diamond paid extra attention to during her sadistic "games", Silvia cursed under her breath. A mix between pleasure and pain.
Thank Miliki she had a masochistic side to her. Otherwise the torment of the filly, mixed with her father's well endowed three hour session would have probably resulted in her gouging out the stallions eyes half way through. All in all, it wasn't the most emotionally tramatic moment she'd ever face in and of itself; but the fact that such a filly could exist that gave her pause and questioned everything she thought she knew about fillydom.
Eventually finding the inn, she handed over the appropriate fee to a sleepy but polite pegasus mare. The pegasus gave the giffon a key and pointed her down the hall to her room.
Bursting through the door, the federalist collapsed on the bed and shivered, the bag of coins left forgotten on the floor. She was too tired to eat and too sore to sleep, her mind trying to focus on happy thoughts to dispell this particularly bad day.
Though one thought continually came to mind. One that made her want to hit herself upside the head with the pillow at the head of the bed.
"I wish I'd just joined the winter wrap up..."
Malich sat upon his chair, an uncommon smile of pure delight spread across his face. The reports he'd been getting from Scy on removal of the changling parasites were almost enough to make him forget about the Federal Inquiry.
Apparently, three of the test subjects had died upon early attempts to eradicate the parasites via chemical means. During injections, the subjects exhibited no signs of duress, aside from the expected of a needle and the pain that accompanied. However, a few minutes after injection, the zebra all began to convulse, each grabbing at their chest with their hooves and screaming about a pain that was gripping at their hearts.
The reported translations roughly amounted to "My chest is being grabbed and punched." As expected, the changeling parasite had coiled itself around the upper cardio tissue and constricted its body until cardiac arrest set in.
What made Malich smile was that there was finally a substance that gave a reaction to the parasite. Though it caused the host to die, it was a marvelous break through. antibiotics, Magical concussive radiation, Xero Spell, Atrial Cleansing, none of the previous methods worked. The only way to kill the parasite before was direct extraction, and that had a 90% mortality rate.
This new chemical, Essence of the Golden Devil flower, or EGD, was a new weapon.
If properly used with any number of controlling agents or spells, the changeling larva could be extracted from the host. Some how.
"Mr. Malich." A male voice called. The ashen earth pony looked to find his trustworthy assistant standing in the doorway. His light magenta eyes looking dully at the executive. "You have a visitor, sir."
"Send him in, Radcliff." Malich replied, his tone equally as dull as he observed the pegasus walking away. Pity really, Radcliff was one of the brightest old stallions the executive had ever employed, but his character and conscience made trusting him with his less than reputable affairs a liability.
And there were so many things he would like to ask the pony's advice on.
His train of thought didn't last long as there in the door way stood another pony. This one, however, was quite a bit smaller than the last, almost linx like. A black unicorn mare with a short cropped, well groomed dark orange mane that covered one eye looked at him with an stare that bordered on psychotic with it's focus. Her mark bearing a scalpel and clock upon her flank.
Elsa Heartborn, a pony who's sole passion for dissection and comprehensions had labeled her a sociopath and banished her from every major university and research facility in North New Equine. Her family disowned her after some of her peers inadvertently interrupted an experiment she was in the middle of. The horror they observed was enough that all three of the college students had to be counseled for three weeks after the event. One of them committing suicide half way through.
Since her crime was exposed to the public, association with Ms. Heartborn was one of the quickest ways to commit PR suicide.
No skin of his muzzle, if the rest of the world didn't want her, he would gladly take her.
"Malich." The unicorn said a little too happily.
He smiled back. "Elsa, good to see you."
Entering like she owned the place, Elsa looked around a little, her smile becoming more and more forced as she took her seat. "You have a very nice office."
The ashen stallion furrowed his brow for a moment before realization set it. "Ms. Heartborn, no need for the formalities, please make yourself comfortable."
And like that, the switch was turned and the mare's attitude shifted one hundred and eighty degrees. The fake smile she bore died with out a trace. Her wide eye became half lidded and dull, and her obviously stressed demeanor slumped into an uneasy relaxation. "Good." She sighed, pulling out a pack of smokes from the brown nap sack on her back and lighting it.
"I said, make yourself at home, not turn my office into your personal ashtrey." Malich snapped.
Most wouldn't dare speak to this mare in such a fashion. If half the stories he'd heard about her were true, she had little to no objection to preforming some of the most painful acts upon a pony realistically possible. And with her back ground in the medical field, she could prolong the torture as well as make it so that the body couldn't go into a numbing shock, or better yet; pass out.
The look she gave him told of her disdain for authority. Though, unlike he and his brother, Elsa wasn't a being of freedom for the sake of individuals living for themselves. No, she wanted free reign to commit her experiments and observations as she saw fit. Ethics, morality and compassion being foreign concepts to the mare.
She eyed the pony than slowly lifted the front of the cancer stick to her mouth and bit the cherry off before proceeding to swallow it. Her face showing no reaction to the burning in her mouth aside from the movement of her jaw to give passage, and the small sizzle of the char meeting saliva.
"Fine." She replied icily. "So, I'm assuming there's a reason you tracked me down?"
Malich took a breath and pushed what he'd just seen from his mind. He'd met hard ponies in his life, but this mare was definitely something else. "Yes, I've been made aware that you have certain... skills and abilities that I am in need of."
"That right?" Elsa smirked. "And what possible reason could you have to associate with me? You, the vice president of one of the biggest corporations in New Equine and me, a shut out of the medical community."
"I have a proposition for you," he smirked, picking up a manila file titled: Project New Wave and pushing it to the mare. "There's a certain project I want worked on that requires a more... emotionally detached hoof."
The black unicorn picked up the file cautiously, opening it up and reading over the content. Her golden eye growing more and more interested as she looked through the notes. The ashen pony hoped that she'd just read the introduction before addressing him again, but it appeared that the doctor had other plans.
It took nearly ten minutes for her to reach a stopping point half way through the documentation, but upon her fill the mare declined. "No thanks." She declared before standing up and making her way for the door.
"Beg pardon?" Malich asked, genuinely confused that his offer was rejected.
"I have no interest in assisting you in your endeavors." She replied dryly.
She was almost to the door but stopped cold in her tracks. Malich, in a slight panic, asked her if she wasn't interested in continuing her passion for science and medicine. Elsa quickly turned around and withdrew something from her bag.
Before he knew it, Malich's vision was encompassed by two scalpels levitating mere inches from his eyes. He gulped, keep it together, Malich, keep it together.
"You DARE to insult my passion?!" Elsa decried before moving her hair from her eye to expose a stitch binding it shut. "I have used my own body in my pursuit of understanding anatomy and physiology!"
Malich took another breath. "And here I offer you a chance to learn about a species you've never come into contact with before." He said, forcing a confident smile.
"Indeed." Elsa scoffed, "I've read through your project, dissecting changeling larva is all you offer. Those ants are nothing compared to sweet, soft and pure organic tissues that simply rips and tears when cut. I've come across those disgusting abominations before, and find them of no interest to my talents." She scoffed again, the door opening as her scalpels returned to the bag.
"What if I told you that it wouldn't just be larva that you'd have the chance to dissect and experiment with?"
Again, Elsa paused. "What? You mean an actual changeling? They are not different enough for me to care about."
Malich chuckled. "Oh no, something much bigger than a simple Changeling, my dear."
The still present mare's silence gave Malich all the excuse he needed.
"What if I told you that before the year was out, you'd be able to have your way with a Queen?"