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// Chapter 3 
// Story: Spoons 
// by Fonypan 
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The minute is over suddenly.


Your head snaps up from the couch at the sound of some loud crashing. You're back in your home in Ponyville. You think about the weird dream. Stuck in some strange world with monkey people. You laugh at yourself.


Monkey people.


Yeah right.

There is another loud crash, you hear muffled yelling.

You bolt upright to your hooves and dash out of the room towards the sounds. You come to the entry room of the house, the front door has been broken clean off of it's hinges, wood splinters everywhere. Heart thudding in your ears like war drums, you hear shouting down another hall, you bolt to the sound. You skid to a halt as your heart drops out of your tail.

It's them!

The monkey people!

You see they have your mom and dad cornered, your dad is trying to stand brave in front of your mom. You can see their faces of horror, that you have come to the room where the monkeys are. They are all in matching uniforms, armed with strange weapons, and large burlap bags. One of them sees your parents see you, he turns to look. His greedy eyes light up in joy, his hideously tiny blue eyes. You turn to run away before he can grab you. His hand is already around your throat before you were able to take a step. You're lifted off of the ground without effort, your hooves kicking and swinging, but too short to do anything to the creature.

"You let her go!"

You've never heard your mother roar like that. You turn to see her already standing on the shoulders of another monkey with her forehead coming down in a mighty headbutt. She's subdued quickly by a club to the back of the head. Your father suffers a similar fate, the crack of the weapon striking his face ringing in your ears.

The creatures laugh as dad is knocked out cold.

The creatures pick your mom and dad up in the sacks before you're tossed into a bag, only to watch the blue eyed monkey grin as he cinches the bag closed.



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You feel a rocking sensation. Something warm is rocking you from side to side. Your body decides to investigate, causing your eyes to slowly open. The first thing your eyes focus on is a face an inch from your own.

With a panicked yelp, you press both hooves forward in an attempt to get away backwards. Your hooves contact something warm and squishy, a half second before your back collides with the floor. The jolt from your head hitting the floor, snaps you back to your nightmare.


You take stock of the world around you.


You're on your back, on the floor.


Your breaths are fast and panicked.


Instinct is telling you to find cover, just now noticing the human face looking at you from the couch you were once on.


Flash backs hit you hard, in the next second you're on your hooves looking to hide. You dive into the dark space behind the couch, ducking into the far corner to make yourself as small as possible. The predators can't get you in here, you're safe.

"What's all the commotion?" You hear a worried motherly voice ask.

"Mm-mom...?" Your whimper causes your body to shake harder, mind racing on adrenaline.

"Mom, I think Silver Spoon was having a nightmare." You hear Jenny's voice say. "I tried to wake her up, but then she kicked me and ran away."

"Where did she go?"

A shuffling later and Janny's face comes into view at the end of the couch, a looking at you worriedly.

"Silver Spoon? Are you alright?" Her voice is calm and light.

It's a trap.
It has to be a trap.
You just kicked her daughter.
The second she gets her hands on you, she's going to skin you alive.

You shrink yourself as tightly as possible.
You hope that by holding perfectly still, she won't be able to see you, and she'll lose interest.

Or was that dragons?

Janny eventually stood up and stepped away, telling Jenny to give you your space. Not sure what to think, you decide to stay behind the couch. Your breathing started to calm down, with the rest of your body. It's becoming easier to think. Thinking back to when you hit the floor, you could see Jenny looking down at you.

She looked scared.

Scared for you.

Breathing and shaking under control, you take a long slow breath to steady yourself. Using trembling hooves to wipe the tears away and adjust your glasses. You slowly start edging towards the light beyond the couch. Keeping an ear out for... something. Anything.
What exactly? You don't know.

The carpet under your hooves makes your movement silent. You peak your nose out from behind the couch to look around the room. Jenny is sitting on one of the large comfy looking chairs.
The magic mirror is still playing those pictures. A cat with a large club chasing a mouse. But Jenny is ignoring it to play with two stuffed dolls.

Something smells good.
Salty.
Savory.
Mouth watering.
The sounds of cooking are coming from the kitchen.
Deciding to investigate the smells you creep out of your hiding spot.

"Are you better now?"

Like a deer in a head light, you freeze.
One hoof mid air, head low, crouching like a cat.
Jenny is looking at you.
Maybe she wants an answer.

"I... think so."

You kicked her.

"I kicked you... Are you okay?"

Throat tight, muscles tense.

"Yeah, I'm okay. It's kinda my fault for scaring you." She absentmindedly rubs her belly.

"Wha- No, no, it's my fault. I shouldn't have reacted the way I did."

Jenny looks at you.
She looks at the dolls.
She holds one of the dolls out to you.
"You wanna play with me?"

"Ruh...I... um, er..."

Good job words.

"Uh... s-sure."

Trying to relax your jittery electrified nerves, you trot over to her, carefully taking the doll in your teeth, and stepping a few paces back, you sit on your rump and drop the doll into your lap. Jenny eyes you wearily, unconsciously licking her tongue against her teeth.

That concerns you.

"What?"

"You put it in your mouth...?"

Oh.

"Well, I don't exactly have claws like you."

You wiggle a hoof in the air to make the point. 

She holds up her hand and wiggles her fingers.


By Celestia, that's creepy.


As she's stepping down from the chair, Janny steps into view from the kitchen.

Time freezes.

Don't panic.


Maybe holding perfectly still will work again.


You hug the doll to your chest, hopefully it will provide enough padding if need be.

She takes a slow step into the room and then lowers herself to one knee.


Closing your eyes you take a slow breath.


When you open them again, you see Janny is sitting with her legs crossed again.

"How are you feeling?"

"S-scared."

"You don't need to be scared of me..."

For a split second, you could have sworn you were looking at a yellow pegasus with a pink mane. Blinking the ghosts away, you nod and try to talk passed the knots in your chest and throat.

"Am... Am I going to be in trouble?"

"No, but you might not get a cookie after dinner-" You hear Jenny gasp in horror at the thought. "We do have to have a sit down, and talk about what happened."

You cringe.


Nodding you look up at her, much more relaxed, but still weary.

"So, when you woke up, you kicked Jenny, - I'm not mad, just..."  She motions Jenny over to her. When the little girl sits in her mom's lap, she lifts the shirt up, showing a slightly pink pair of circles on the girl's belly.

"We got lucky that you only grazed her, I know how strong hooves can hit,"


You gulp, nodding.


"but I also know you didn't do it on purpose."


You look into Jenny's and Janny's eyes, and see the forgiveness.

"I'm sorry for hitting you."

Jenny rubs her belly. "S'okay." The smile she gives you could light up the darkest of dungeons.

"But Jenny, will also have to be careful to not startle you again. Right Jenny?" She nods, looking upside down at her mom. "Now, I'm going to go back to the kitchen, dinner's almost ready." After getting out from under her daughter, Janny looks at you with a smirk. "I hope you like broccoli and alfredo pasta."

Suddenly reminded, the smell hits you like a train. Rich savory smells assault your senses. You hear your belly growl. Followed by Jenny giggling.
You blush.


"Yeah, I'm hungry too. But I hope she wasn't serious about you not getting a cookie, no one deserves that."


She picks up her doll and resumes playing with it. You've finally started to truly relax again. Playing with the doll seems to have helped the most.

You hear a loud roaring slowly getting louder. It's far too regular sounding to be a dragon.
The roars settle to a loud purring, like a large cat. Looking out the front window, you see a second carriage has pulled up. The purring stops as someone steps out of the carriage.

It's a human stallion- or, man, as they say. He walks passed the window up to the front door. The door opens without knocking.

The fur on your back starts to stand on end. Eyes are glued on the door. Body frozen in anxious anticipation.

A deep baritone voice to end all deep baritone voices.

"Honey I'm- oof!"

"Daddy!" Jenny hugs the man around the legs at a dead sprint.

Her forehead hits him square in the groin in her attack hug.


He goes down like a sack of potatoes.


You wince as the house shakes with his weight hitting the floor.

"Hnnng... hey pumpkin... s'good to see you too..."

He slowly assumes the fetal position, hands cupping his groin tenderly. Without a second to let him breathe, Jenny moves up to hug the man across the chest, her arms barely wrapping around his shoulders. Janny steps in from the delicious smelling kitchen to see what the commotion is.

"Jimmy?! Are you okay?" She asked as she quickly kneeled beside him.

"I'm okay, honey... Jenny just got my plumbs."

Janny breaks down into hysterical laughing as she pulls Jenny off of the fallen man.

"SNRK! Co-come on, Jenny, let your dad get settled before hugging him to death!"

"Awe... okay."

It was like a train wreck.
All you could do is stare, but no matter how you try, you can't stop watching.

As the man finally gets back to his (shaky) feet, he finally notices you.

"Oh, uh, hello there."

Janny to the rescue.
She kneels next to you, letting Jenny go.

"James, this is Silver Spoon."

"Uh, hi."

Feeble hoof wave, activate.

"Hello Silver Spoon, you can call me Jimmy."

You nod.