Silver wandered through the dream world. She had avoided coming here, feeling a lack of confidence in her mental well-being that she thought was required to handle dreams skillfully. Her time with her loved ones, and Cadance, had shown her that she had the strength to resume this duty, even if she was missing a part.
She looked back over herself. She thought she was a pretty princess, even if she saw it more like a well-constructed painting. She was a well-made artifact, at the hooves of Luna and Celestia's magic, both turned to make her time as a mother as easy as possible, even if she never did get to deliver her own foal. She paused a moment, feeling a pang of remorse that she had to have Twilight serve as a surrogate, but she had, and Twilight certainly didn't regret it.
Silver took a soft breath and smiled before pulling forward a cloud from the bank that had little blank lines and streaks. It surely had a nightmare within, one she would help. She slipped inside and saw Filthy Rich, running in darkness. He was being followed by several mares that shouted for him to slow down.
"No! I'm more than the balance of my accounts!" he claimed in a shout, only to trip. The ill-defined mares rushed at him. The dream would end in a moment, Silver knew. She banished the darkness, and stepped in gently.
She stepped gently to the fallen Filthy Rich and nodded at him. "You are safe."
He hobbled to his hooves and shook himself off. "Oh... thank you. Luna, why do you look so odd? Please forgive the question."
Silver smiled gently. "You flatter me. I am not Luna. I am Silver Stars, a mere apprentice of hers. But we're not here for me." She pointed at Filthy with a hoof. "Tell me about yourself. Do you feel your money draws the wrong sort of mare?"
Filthy shrank a little. "I have a wife... A... lovely creature. I'm afraid I'm not treating her right. I'm afraid she..." He glanced away, then back at Silver. "Do you swear to keep what I say to yourself?"
Silver put a hoof on her chest. "Unless it is a threat to Equestria itself, your thoughts are your own. I wish to help you."
He gave a little smile. "She... She wasn't born into wealth, and she didn't work for it, not like I did. I think she's scared. She's always worried we'll become poor at any moment, and be laughed out of the social circles we managed to join."
Silver nodded slowly. "I see, but there was more than one mare chasing you. What of them?"
He made a sour expression. "There's no lack of pretty little things, eager to get their hooves on my wealth. I just want her to be happy. I want her to feel safe..." He hung his head low. "I feel like a failure of a husband. What kind of stallion can't protect their mare from something so simple?"
Silver struck the ground with a loud clap. "Fear is no small enemy! It would be a huge mistake to start by thinking it's a trifle, to be laughed away. Your wife is scared, and you are scared for her. Both are valid, potent, and strong emotions." She leaned in a little. "Have you tried speaking to her frankly about this?"
He looked hesitant. It was answer enough. "When you are ready. This is an enemy you two must face together. Your love is a powerful weapon. You won't enter this battle unarmed." She lifted from the ground, drifting towards the moon above. "Hold strong to your hopes and your love."
Filthy smiled a little. "Thank you..." As she began to fade he raised a hoof and shouted it aloud, "Thank you!"
Silver came to a smooth landing beside the cloud that was now grey and calm. She gently caressed it before sending it along. She felt good. She had helped in some small way.
She suddenly started awake. It was dark, but her trained eyes could see she was in her bed, and a rag was over her snout. Some strange smell flooded her senses and she felt a wave of panic as her heart began to race.
"That's it, breathe deep. Remember this?" It was Fast Change? Silver swiveled an ear back at her as she gently pet over Silver's mane with a hoof. "Breathe..."
Silver felt strange and disturbing urges. She... She wanted to breed. She wanted to find a mare and do what stallions do, but she felt no proper pleasure attached to the image. They came across as horrible urges to rape. She would have unfeeling sex with mares in a way she didn't understand, until the urge slackened. She would... She would be a monster. No! She couldn't be forced to stop being a mare, so she didn't, even as she squirmed. The urge was overwhelming, and growing with every breath. Why did Fast Change want this?
Fast gently nibbled along one of Silver's ear. "Relax... Give in... I'll let you work it all out on me, dear Silver Stars, or would you rather I worked it out on you?"
Silver suddenly bucked, though her legs were nowhere in position to actually kick anything, the sudden movement dislodged Fast a moment. "Fast! Stop this!"
Fast moved to close back in. "Just relax and breathe. I remember your weak spots, my lovely mate. Mare or stallion."
Silver grabbed the cloth in her magic and tossed it to the ground. "Enough!" She realized that Fast looked... appealing? Something about her...
Fast smiled at Silver's expression and slowly rolled over. "Do you want to punish me? I'll take whatever you're offering, love of my life." She exposed herself to Silver's confused eyes, beckoning her forward with little gestures.
Silver grunted softly as she moved in over Fast. It felt right. "What did you make me smell? Why do I feel so odd?"
Fast wrapped her legs around Silver and drew her close. "It's me. My heat. You used to go all glass-eyed any time a receptive mare wandered past... Do you remember that?"
Silver hadn't, but it came more clearly to her. She didn't want it! She...
Silver didn't see Fast anymore. She was in darkness. "Text?" No text appeared, instead a pony strode out towards her, a colt with a smile. "Oh, hello there." She felt like she knew this colt with his wild mane.
He waved at her. "Hiya! I am you."
"I am you," agreed Silver without thinking, and the colt passed into her, and was gone. Her youth, her desire to play, to be loved and cherished, to explore and see!
David emerged next. No, not David. Not her not-twin, but herself. "I am you."
Silver nodded. "I am you." He stepped right into her, and was gone. Her humanity, her love of technology and critical thinking. Her rationality, her confusion, her acceptance.
A stallion emerged next, his wings tattered and worn, his brown fur pale and haggard. His silvery mane was thin and stringy. He hung his head and looked miserable.
Silver tilted her head. She couldn't recognize the pony.
Another Silver appeared, her wings held high. She approached the stallion and nuzzled him. "Speak to her."
He turned from her. "I don't want to... I don't deserve to."
Silver smiled at her other self. "I am you."
The other female smiled back. "Not yet..." She put her hooves on the stallion and turned him back towards Silver. "This is also you." Silver felt the urge to combine with the other version of herself, but the impulse faded away like water on a small fire as the other Silver spoke.
The stallion took a slow step back. "You're very happy now... I made so many mistakes. So many..." He raised a hoof and put it to his chest. "I died for my mistakes. I'm dead. I'm no one at all."
Silver felt something... Something... "Tell me who you were. Tell me about you, past or present. I want to know."
Fluttershy appeared between the other Silver and the stallion. "You will bring peace, not war!"
Silver shrank a little from how fiercely Fluttershy spoke this. She was hunkered down, ready to pounce and attack from the look of it. "Fluttershy, why are you here?"
Fluttershy ruffled her wings. "You don't need this part of yourself. The violent part. The raping part. The part willing to hurt Twilight in countless little ways. Just stay the nice innocent mare you are now. You're so lovely... Please?"
The other Silver snorted softly and stomped a hoof. "That is for her to decide! She deserves to know all of herself."
Fluttershy took a step forward, seeming to grow larger. "I... I decided for you..." She was both timid and unyielding. "This is better, for everypony. Please. Please trust me."
Silver nodded in agreement with her other incarnate. "I want to meet him. Just knowing who he is shouldn't hurt anyone."
The other Silver smiled brightly. "Yes, you must. We can--"
"No!" Fluttershy spread her wings and Silver found herself facing a concerned-looking Fast who was cradling her cheeks.
"You awake?" She let out a little breath. "You scared me. You went all blank on me all of a sudden."
Silver gave her a little nuzzle. The urges were fading. She was starting to feel normal. "Fast, please, I've been forced too many times in life. If you want to fight this, fine, but we'll do it side-by-side, not with you behind me, shoving me."
Fast's ears wilted. "I didn't even get to try mounting you yet."
Silver flushed. "If it'd make you feel better..."
Fast blinked. "What, really?" Silver nodded a little as she hopped off the bed and offered herself. "Well, alright then!" Fast hopped right on Silver and remained a mare except for the one place it mattered. She made love to Silver, or tried. She worked slow, and fast, deep and shallow. She explored every angle and tried to stir the passion of her lover.
Silver noticed Fast was more careful than Rough Tumble had been. The motions didn't sting as much. She was clearly experienced, and was working exclusively to make her feel good, it just wasn't working at all.
She felt... happy to be near someone she cared for, flattered that she was working so hard, but she felt nothing, back there. Nothing but the pressure of being mounted. When Fast slid off, grinning and panting, Silver forced a little smile. "You were good."
Fast wasn't as perceptive as Night or Silver, but even so... "You didn't feel it at all, did you?" Silver shrank a little. "No no no! Don't feel bad. You didn't choose this." She darted in and kissed Silver on the snout. "We'll work through this." They gently nuzzled together and moved to settle back in the bed, cuddling and hugging. Both of those things agreed with Silver, and they both gently slipped back to sleep.