He pointed to the ground. "Stay. No matter what, you don't move." He slid in beside her with a shudder. "Filthy reprobate. How many ponies have you seduced?"
She was fairly certain it wasn't an actual question and remained silent. He nudged against her. "You may get dizzy. Don't. Move."
It all went dark with an instant flash of magic. She was in a small room. There was a mare in there with her, but the stallion was gone. The mare smiled nervously. "Please don't kill me." She was slight of build, with bright yellow fur, neon. Her tail and mane were green. Her bright violet eyes looked at Silver imploringly. "Or rape me."
Silver tilted her head. "I don't want to do either of those things. Are you with them? Please, I just want my colt to be alright."
She shook her head. "Colt? N-no, I don't know anything about them." When Silver sighed, she shrank away as if afraid of the worst.
Silver reached a hoof. "I'm sorry if I'm scaring you. I don't want to scare anyone."
She scowled at Silver. "You s-say that, but you are terrifying... It's partially your fault, you know."
"What is?"
She gestured over herself. "This."
Silver canted her head without understanding.
She grunted softly and sank to the floor. "I'm here to be cleansed and punished as well."
Silver lifted an ear. "Is that what this is? Will my child be safe?"
"I don't know."
One of the walls, featureless and beige, slid open as a moderately-sized stallion looked inside. "Go on. Work your foul magic over her."
She pinned her ears back and scrambled back against an opposing wall as Silver frowned at the new male. "What magic?"
He sneered viciously. "Don't play with us. Stud, now."
Silver blinked softly. They couldn't force her to do that. She didn't even have the parts, and the blocker ensured she couldn't cast the spell even if she had wanted to, which she didn't. "No. That's wrong. Wrong as hell. What's wrong with you all?"
He pulled out a device like a flashlight and pointed it at Silver. "Your very presence has made the creation of sin easier." He flicked it on with a twist of his tongue, and the pink light bathed Silver. She began to pant as forced pleasure rushed through her. A familiar weight began to rapidly grow as she transitioned between genders, rapidly growing a male apparatus that covered her female organs. "That's more like it. Now stud. Give us a foal to keep if you want your own back so much."
The mare suddenly jumped at him, and he turned the flashlight on her. She cried out, though the alarmed sound turned to a throaty moan as she collapsed before him and spasmed. "This could have been pleasant enough, but we have time. Stud him anyway," commanded the flashlight-wielding pony with a cruel expression as the mare became more and more male under its light.
Silver shook her head with a loud snout. "I don't care if you make me male or female, I won't be doing that with her. Stop this. This isn't right." Despite her words, the urge was there, tickling at her. Whatever magic was used on her, it was like the bangle she was forced to wear for a while, and left her feeling ready to rut anything. She kept a firm grasp on her will. She would not be controlled.
The converted mare rose with a confused expression before jumping at the male again, but her eyes shone with lust, not anger. He brought up his free hoof and struck her across her face, knocking her back. "Worthless. You're both worthless!" He stepped back and the door slid shut behind him.
Silver considered if the time was right to break free. No...
As she contemplated this, warmth and wetness descended on her newly created member. She looked down to see the she-male mare nursing at her pole with wild abandon. Silver gently pushed at her head. "Stop that. You'll be... angry when you get your senses back." A muffled groan was the only reply given, and she kept at it. Silver tried to refuse it. To deny it, but the stimulation wasn't so easily ignored. She was rising rapidly to release, and a part of her wanted it very badly.
Despite that, she put her hooves on the mare's shoulders and gave a powerful shove, sending the pony sliding across the floor to bump against the other floor. Silver panted, trying to regain control. "Enough... Neither of us will touch the other."
She sat up, shivering before she shook her head. "N-no, Neither of us... I'm sorry, it was..."
Silver reached out and put a hoof on her shoulder. "I've been there. Be strong."
The door slid open several minutes later to allow a new pony to step inside, a mare. She looked between the two of them. "Interesting." She made a little note with a quill held in her magic. "Silver Stars, human, can I trust you to follow me without incident? I've been instructed to remind you that his health depends on your cooperation."
Silver stepped towards the pony that seemed to have the air of a scholar or a researcher. "I'm not here to start fights. I just want him safe, and maybe to learn why you hate me."
The new mare raised a brow. "Hate? Curious. I don't have a need for that." She turned and began walking away. The door closed itself the moment Silver was out, leaving the other mare in the little room.
She looked over her shoulder at Silver. "You must understand, while some... others are quite bitter, enraged at your actions, I see it as a chance to learn." She opened a door with her mind to the left of the hallway they walked along, opening the way to a library. "My research says you appreciate the desire to learn." She held up a hoof. "I'm not available, and you're already married."
Silver quirked her head to the left a bit. "I wasn't going to ask, but, yes, I do appreciate that. I think it's a commendable thing."
"Good." She turned to Silver. "Then you'll cooperate with me?" She hiked a brow as her eyes darted lower. "Curious, did you want to breed the mare we have in captivity? How did she take it?"
Silver rolled her eyes. "One of your ponies did this, to both of us. We didn't do anything, before or after."
The scientist made a quick note. "Interesting. I'm Samantha, by the way."
Silver perked an ear. "Samantha? That's not a very--"
"Not a very pony name, you are correct." She turned, tail whipping up to strike Silver across the snout. "Very astute."
Silver followed after Samantha, feeling curiosity swell. "Were you taken, by Text?"
Samantha went quiet a moment, tapping her chin with a hoof. "Text? A curious moniker. Kindly stand over the table. Put your hooves in the indents." She indicated a narrow table that was just wide enough to support Silver's torso.
Silver stepped towards it slowly. "Perhaps you could tell me why they're so angry at me? I've made mistakes before, but I try to put them right. I want this behind us."
Samantha turned to a lever, which switched with blue magic, causing hoofcuffs to snap solidly around Silver's hooves and a thick strap to come up from the table around her midsection, laying over the one that already bound her wings. "I already told you, you haven't made me angry. On the contrary, you're the most interesting specimen I've had the pleasure of examining, and so cooperative too." She smiled gently. "Do you understand how exciting this can be? My data says you do."
Silver became afraid. It was like her beloved Twilight, with every shred of care for her removed. It was like... back when she casually helped Celestia defile her. "Just don't forget that your 'specimen' is alive, has feelings, and would rather be your friend."
Samantha raised a brow as she circled Silver. "You still want to become associates with me, after this?" She leaned in and smiled. "They were wrong."
"About?"
She flicked another switch, bringing down a rather large chandelier that bristled with tools. "You've gone native most splendidly. You'd rather make friends than even defend yourself, given the chance. Even in the face of catastrophic personal loss, you hold out your hand, hoping to let friendship win in the end." She reached up and pulled down a long pointy-looking device, like an ice pick, but it glowed with its own magic as her own magic wrapped around it. "Even natives struggle to capture that. Most are herd brutes. They trust the familiar. Fear the unknown. They don't cause conflict, usually, out of fear, but will run away before trying to make friends."
Silver watched the tool, trying to discern its purpose as she licked over her lips in growing anxiety. "My wife, Twilight Sparkle, you know her, I assume?"
Samantha brought the device even with Silver's cutie mark. "I've read about her, yes." With a sudden thrust, the device stabbed through the mark with a flash of pain, then began to fill with blood, and a little something else. Silver flinched in pain and shuddered at the terror of being stabbed at all. "What about her?"
Silver sucked in a harsh breath as the device was drawn from her. "She is the princess of friendship. I looked up to her... before I even came here. She isn't perfect, not by a long shot. Besides... I was always like this in a way. I don't like fighting."
Sam gestured to a shelf and the device flew away into it before she called down what looked like a bone saw. "Is that so?"
Silver went rigid at the sight of it. The needle she could take, if unhappily. The saw? She squirmed and thrashed. "Not that, please! That isn't how to learn."
Samantha leaned in slowly, the bone saw moving with her motions. "Oh, are you a scientist now? I only want one of your wings. You have two. Don't be greedy."
Color drained from Silver's face as she sent her magic in a frantic rush. She exploded free of her manacles and practically tore herself from the bench, only to collapse. Too much, too fast. She was left on the ground, wheezing and wide-eyed with abject terror.
Samantha put the saw back with her tool collection. "Are you quite finished? Hmm, so you were capable of escape. Were you that willing to wait, to hope you could convince me to your side?" She brought down a stethoscope and placed their plugs in her ears before pressing the listening drum to Silver's chest. "Did I scare you that badly? Very elevated." She let the device hang from her as she pulled Silver back off the ground and carefully set her back on the table. "We're not done, I'm afraid."