Pony Side Story

by Catrina37


Diamond Tiara's Dilemma

Chapter 1: Diamond Tiara’s Dilemma

At the Rich Family Mansion...

Inside the mansion, everyone on staff, maids and butlers alike, were getting ready for Diamond Tiara’s birthday party.

They were tying balloons to seats, placing the goodie bags on the table, and putting up a "Happy Birthday" banner above the buffet table. Megan, Pinkie, and Rarity were helping with hanging the balloons and streamers near a small stage, while Spoiled Rich, Diamond Tiara’s mother, “supervised” to make sure things went her own way.

“No No No!” Spoiled Rich said, “There should be more streamers near our stage and fewer balloons!”

Megan, Rarity, and Pinkie moaned in frustration.

“Yes, your nagginess,” Pinkie Pie angrily mumbled.

“What was that, Ms. Pie?” Spoiled Rich shouted.

“Nothing!” Pinkie says with a blush pinker than her.

Spoiled Rich snubbed the three in a huff as she walked away to check on more of the set-up.

“Pinkie, this is the last time I help you set up a party that involves Spoiled Rich,” Rarity said.

"Seriously, what does a nice guy like Filthy Rich see in that high-horse?" Megan asked as she wiped the sweat off her head, “No offense.”

“None taken.” Pinkie and Rarity respond.

"It’s one of Equestria's biggest mysteries, that’s for sure," Diamond Tiara giggled as she walked in.

Diamond Tiara walked up to the trio with a sad look on her face.

“I’m sorry about how my mom is treating all of you,” Diamond Tiara said, “Some high class ponies are coming to my party along with my friends, and everything has to be perfect for my mom.”

“What about for you?” Megan asked, “This is your birthday party.”

“And my mom always turns it into her party, Megan,” Diamond Tiara said.

Seeing how glum Tiara looked from what was happening, Megan decides to cheer her up by petting her on the head and mane.

“Is Spoiled Rich always high maintenance?” Megan asked as she petted Diamond Tiara.

“Always,” Rarity and Pinkie giggled.

Then, a family of carpenter ponies came in with their tools and cables. Diamond Tiara notices the youngest colt with the drill cutie mark and walked up to him.

“Hey, Drill Bit,” Diamond Tiara blushed, “Um...Did you get my invite?”

“I sure did,” Drill Bit said, “I’d love to come tomorrow. Can I, Dad?”

“Sure, Son,” said the pony with the hammer cutie mark.

“That’s great,” Diamond Tiara said, “I guarantee that you’ll have a good time.”

“I know I will.” Drill Bit says with a bow of the head.

Tiara couldn’t help but blush at the bow Drill Bit gave her.

Spoiled Rich approached the carpenter ponies, hoping to hear about the fountain and her new patio, Drill Bit’s father noticing right away.

“Your fountain is all set for the party, and the tiles for your patio match it, Mrs. Rich,” said the hammer pony.

“Thank you, Hammer Down,” Spoiled Rich said, “You and your family may take your leave.”

"Might as well. I have to get cleaned up and ready for Diamond Tiara's party!" Drill Bit said.

Spoiled Rich gave a look of shock when she heard what the young colt said.

The two repair ponies left while Diamond Tiara waved to Drill Bit. Then, she noticed her mother giving her a stern look and bit her lip.

“Did you truly invite that foal to your party?” Spoiled Rich asked.

“Yeah,” Diamond Tiara shyly said, “What’s wrong with that?”

“Working-class ponies do not associate with us, Diamond Tiara. Inviting their kind would not only lower our social status but allow them to rob us of every expensive material we have.”

“But Drill Bit’s nice, and he’s my friend from school,” Diamond Tiara said.

“Diamond Tiara, I order you to uninvite that pony, or consider your party cancelled.”

Spoiled Rich walked away. Diamond Tiara sighed heavily and walked away with gloom.

Unknown to her, Catrina and Rep were setting up everything outside in the garden when they heard everything from a window. When they heard everything, well, they wanted to do something about it right away.

“Sounds like Diamond Tiara’s got a problem, Catrina,” Rep said.

“Does this remind you of what we’ve went through when we met?” Catrina said.

“Yeah. We better talk to her tonight.”