//------------------------------// // Fortress // Story: Cinnamon in a Silver Spoon // by Catrlgirl //------------------------------// Silver Spoon swung her long curly silver mane over her slender shoulder. A dark smokey grey and purple eye shadow was over her eyes she liked it. The deep swooping bang made her look older, sophisticated. The other fillies had decided against clothing for her but went with a pair of shiny black shoes. “Oh, You are such a pretty thing, Silver Spoon,” Rarity said. “Okay Crusaders. I think that is everyone. Don’t you look simply wonderful?” “Yes, ma’am” Applebloom said. Already the little yellow earthpony’s main was falling from it’s cute messy bun. Strands of her bright red mane were falling into her eyes. It made Rarity’s eye twitch slightly but she merely sighed. “But none of us got our cutie marks. We’re not makeover specialist.” “No, you aren’t. But you had fun with your friends. And that is important isn’t it? You musn’t hurry these things dear. Everypony gets her cutie mark when it’s her time. Now will you all be Cutie Mark Crusaders, clean up helpers?” “Yes, Ms. Rarity,” they all said in unison. Scootaloo bucked balls of paper into a trashcan with impressive accuracy. Her spiked purple Mohawk fluttered and her leather jacket flared out with her wings. “I can’t wait to meet, Rainbow Dash. I look super cool. I bet even she’ll think so.” “Oh, I’m so sorry, darling.” Rarity said. The white pegasus mare covered her face in shame and dramatically gasped. “I completely forgot to call her. You little ponies finish cleaning up and I’ll go get in contact with her right away.” Her hooves clattered against the floor as she galloped out of the workroom. “It’s getting late, “Sweetie Belle said, as she used her magic to push the mannequins back against the wall. Then the blue glow of her magic sputtered out. Silver Spoon put the caps back on all the make-up and put them all back in the drawers of the vanity. “Oh do you girls want to stay over. I bet my big sister will let you.” “I can’t,” Silver Spoon said. “I have to go home.” Sweetie Belle nodded and looked to the others. “What about you guys?” Silver Spoon looked over a twist, her makeover still intact unlike Applebloom’s. She was gathering up the ribbons and other accessories to put them away. Her hair was shiny and she looked so different. Silver Spoon looked away quickly and went back to putting all the makeup and hair products back in the giant vanity. All the other fillies decided to beg to spend the night. “Thank you so much, girls,” Rarity said. “Such good little fillies you are. You did a wonderful job cleaning everything up.” “Uhm, Ms Rarity?” “Sis?” Rarity turned a suspicious eye on her younger sister and Applebloom. She did not like the pleading look in their eyes. “Yeeeeessssss?” “You see, sis. The other fillies were wondering if they could stay over here tonight. We’re having so much fun. And school is almost over for the year. So please please please can my friends spend the night?” Twist, Applebloom, and even the normally brash Scootaloo turned intense big watery begging eyes on Rarity and she actually backpedaled at the intensity of their expressions. “Girls. I’m not… I mean…your parents...” The fours fillies drew closer quivering pouty lower lips extended. “Surely.” “PLEAAAAASSSSSSSEEEEEEE…” Silver Spoon smiled a little at the display. Then she caught herself and turned away. She couldn’t stay anyway … not that she wanted to. Of course not. This wasn’t where she belonged. “Oh, alright. Make sure it okay with your parents of course. And Scootaloo, Raindbow Dash said she would pay us a visit a bit later tonight.” “I’d better go,” Silver Spoon said. She waved a hoof as the Cutie Mark Crusaders celebrated their victory in getting the sleepover. “Oh, you’re not staying dear?” “no, Ms. Rarity. I can’t stay I need to get home. I might stay next time. Beside’s it is nearly dinner time.” “Of course. Would you like us to walk you home?” “No thanks it’s not far.” “Are you sure, I don’t think it’s safe.” Rarity stamped a hoof to silence the other fillies so she could hear Silver Spoon better. Their squealing was growing incessant and quite nerve racking. Silver spoon rolled her eyes. She couldn’t let her father know. He wouldn’t like her hanging out with them anyway. “Yes, I’m sure.” “Then you’d best hurry before it gets dark. I will not have a filly leaving this house alone at night.” “Yes Ma’am.” Rarity escorted Silver Spoon to the door and sent her on her way. The silver earthpony left at a quick trot. That had been…fun. Right?” her hooves made sharp clicking side on the cobblestones as she headed uptown. It had been nice, right? Well some of it. She liked her new hair. She liked it down but she almost never wore it that way. It blew behind her as she quickened her pace towards home. It was weird hanging with the losers. She had expected the m to be moping about how miserable their lives must be. Well that’s what her old friends Diamond Tiara and Cherrybomb had done. They had made jokes and laughed about the horrible lives of the losers. But they didn’t seem particularly miserable and they hadn’t wept uncontrollably. Silver Spoon shrugged and kept going, turning a corner towards and shooting down a side street that would lead her home. Maybe they were right. Maybe she didn’t know how to be a friend and that’s why the friends she had were so… well … she had been best friends with Diamond Tiara. What fun things had they ever done together? Well they had gone shopping Silver Spoon thought as she sped along under the sunset light. But, when they had gone shopping Diamond Tiara and Cherry Bomb had spent all the time snickering and criticizing every choice she had made and talking about all the ponies. And she had been so excited about the trip as well. Diamond’s parents had taken them to Manehatten to shop. It had been an overnight train trip. But they had spent most of the train ride being concerned about how they would look compared to the Manehattenites. “Daddy, I’m home.” Silver Spoon said as she flung open the door and entered the brightly lit foyer. “What have you done to your mane?” Her father, said looking at the way her long silver mane curled softly along her face. “I went with .. uhm… I went to the Carousel Boutique and Ms. Rarity gave me a makeover.” Her father frowned, his dark golden eyes narrowing. “She was hoping … to uhm… increase business. Yeah. She knows I’m really stylish and that you and mom are really well known so…” “I do not like it.” Filigree had a dark burgundy coat and a golden mane. “I told you I never wanted you to wear your mane down you look too much like your mother. I won’t have you looking like that brazen selfish broodmare. And wash of that eye shadow as well. I won’t have you painted up like a filthy street walker. You’re going to see her tomorrow night so be sure to pack all your things.” Silver Spoon knew that he wouldn’t take her to the train. The little grey filly who looked like her mother knew her father wouldn’t call to ask how her weekend with mommy was going. The filly nodded and headed upstairs to pack and braid her hair. ------------------------------------------------ The Cutie Mark Crusaders and twist were whispering comspiratorially under a blanket fort in Sweetie Belle’s room. “Okay, Twist it’s your turn.” The little filly flushed and she couldn’t meet her friends eyes. “I don’t wanna. I mean mu ansher ish weird. You’ll laugh or thing I’m weird.” “Come on! I answered.” Sweetie Belle said The white pegasus filly’s horn glowed illuminating the dark fort. “Yeah but you didn’t have anypony,” Applebloom said giggling. “Twist obviously has somepony. Tell us, Twist. We know you have a cruuuussssshhhhhh.” “ms. Rarity.” “What you say, Twist?” the four fillies leaned in close to hear the words as Twist repeated herself. “Ms. Rarity.” “WHAT!!!?????” All three crusaders stared in shock as Twist shrank back in shame. She covered her face with her hoof and peeked over her foreleg after nearly a minute of silence. “Ewww… you’re crush is on my big sister? But she’s so … and …. Eeeeewwwwww.” Scootaloo nodded in agreement. “Rarity isn’t even cool though. Now Rainbow Dash is the best. I totally love her.” Twist blinked again as two of her friend shuddered n disgust. :Wait? You mean you care more about it being Ms. Rairty than me having a crush on a filly? “Well, sure,” Applebloom said. “She’s Sweetie Belle’s big sister that’s weird. That’s like Sweetie liking Big Macintosh.” Twist took a deep breath. Her friends didn’t care. But then again most ponies didn’t. most of them never gave it a thought. “But Rarity is sho pretty. And her main ish susch a pretty color.” “But, she’s so prissy,” Scootaloo said shuddering. “She smells like flowers all the time and I bet she’s no fun. She wouldn’t play football with you or go skating.” “But’…but… she’d go to dinner with you and moviesh. And she’d pick you flowers,” Twist said. The little filly blushed at the thought of a bouquet. She knew what she was going to do. She’d get up early to get some flowers for Ms. Rarity. “Sho you really don’t think it’s shtrange that I have a crush on Ms. Rarity.” All the other fillies shrugged. “I don’t know. I mean. I don’t have a crush on anybody,” Applebloom said. She swung one of her back legs absently in a rhythm as she laid on her belly. “I don’t know what’s strange or not.” “I don’t care, Twist.” Sweetie belle replied from her spot on her big fluffy pillow. “I like Rainbow Dash so how can I think It’s weird?” Scootaloo hugged the autographed helmet to her chest and rocked back and forth. “She’s so coooooolllllll.” “I think that’s different Scoots. Or do you, like,” Applebloom waggled her eyebrows at the word. “Rainbow Dash. I think you might just be a really big fan.” The Orange pegasus shrugged, flapping her mildly stunted wings. “I don’t know. I just know she’s the coolest pegasus around. She’s the North Wind of Ponyville and one of the best fliers in Equestria. I’m gonna’ be just like her at Spitfire when I grow up.” Scootaloo stretched out her wings, the thick corded muscles in the appendages bunching. As she struck a pose. The night passed with many fun adventures and whispered secrets among friends.