• Published 16th Aug 2012
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More Silver Than Gold - Stepany1234

When I thought I saved a cat from getting ran over, it turned out to be a...talking pony? My parents

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Chapter 2 Silver Spoon

As I continued to watch her sleep on my bed, I noticed a sliver spoon design on her butt. What do they call that? Flanks? Anyway, it stuck out to me quiet a bit.

“A silver spoon?” I thought. Not even realizing I had said it aloud.

The small horse then began to squirm and groan and that's when I noticed she was waking up. I stood up and stepped back as I watched her eyes slowly open.
She looked around at her surroundings before looking at me. She gasped and hopped back. I was startled too by her sudden movement.
“It's okay. I'm not gonna hurt you,” I said as I lifted my hands up slowly. Why am I talking to it? Because they do it in the movies? It's not like it can talk back.

“Where am I?” She spoke. My eyes widened as I stared at the small gray pony that wore glasses.

“It talks?” I stuttered in disbelief.

“It talks?” Said the pony. As if she too was shocked to see me as much I was as shocked to her speak. I gulped but didn’t swallow the bubble gum in my mouth.

“W-where am I?” She asked again, this time more frantic than before.

“U-uh, m-my apartment,” I replied.

I then noticed I still had my hands up and quickly lowered them. How strange it was to talk to something that looked so fictional. Was I losing my mind? If I was, at least it would make more sense than this!

“Apartment?” She repeated my words and I saw how confused she was. Her face expressed how desperate she was to find out how she got here. I'd be lying if I said I didn’t want to know the same.

“Um,” I started. She looked over to me as I took one step forward.

“Where did you come from?” I asked. She looked at me strangely.

“Ponyville, where else?” She replied. The word just slid off her tongue as if it were natural.

“Ponyville?” I asked. My expression worried her and I knew now she was more terrified than before. Her breathing grew a little unsteady but still not that noticeable.

“Whoa it's okay,” I said in a sweet tone. Usually the tone a person uses when they talk to a baby or a puppy. It was so unlike me to talk that way to anything but she seemed so cute and helpless. I couldn’t help it.

“Who are you?” She asked. Now I could clearly hear her frantic tone. Her breathing grew even more unsteady.

“It's okay. I'm Jayme. I’m a friend. I found you on the street. You were almost hit by a car. If it wasn’t for me you probably would have,” I said as I took another step forward.

She shivered slightly as she backed away. I saw she was scared of me and I couldn’t blame her. Wherever she came from, if everything looked similar to her then I must be hard to understand through her eyes... as she is to mine.

“Jayme? Tell me what's going on?” She said. Her voice now very unsteady and close to tears as I can hear her choke up.

“I don’t know how you got here, but I’m not gonna hurt you. I promise that,” I said. Like I hoped, my words soothed her and she calmed down.

There was a small amount of silence and I knew it was because she was thinking hard about what could have happened. I just couldn’t believe what was going on!

“Could it have been what Sweetie Belle did?” She mumbled.

“What?” I asked. She looked at me and shook her head. I knew she was thinking out loud and so I simply shrugged it off.

“Your name? Uh, I told you mine. What's yours?” I asked.

I slowly sat on the edge of my bed. Even though she wasn’t showing her fear anymore, she still backed away until she was against the wall. I felt a bit bad that she couldn’t trust me but I knew it was only instinct. She still probably doesn’t even know what I am.

“Silver spoon,” she said in a low tone. She cleared her throat and repeated her words again, “Silver Spoon. My name is Silver Spoon,” she said more clearly this time.

“Silver spoon. That's a cute name,” I said. This time I spoke with a small smile and she noticed it, I know she did. She didn’t smile but I knew she was curious to examine my small apartment. Brown boxes everywhere you looked. I'm a nineteen year old girl, why do I have so much stuff and junk? Whatever, that wasn’t the main issue here.

She has to be a baby still. She's so small!

She looked at me and saw I was examining her. She took the opportunity to do the same to me. Her grayish silver hair braided and hung down her neck. Around her neck were some small blue beads, blue cute glasses that looked a little too big for her. Her tail matched the color of her mane and was adorable like the rest of her. She probably wondered why I looked the way I did. Black short hair always up in a high pony tail, tannish skin and brown eyes. My light reddish rose colored hoodie and skinny jeans were completely different than anything she's probably seen.

“You look weird,” she said. Her nose wrinkled up like a child who was forced to eat their vegetables. I let out a small laugh after the unexpected comment.

“Well. Somebody’s comfortable,” I said with a grin.

“Somebody? No, it's somepony. You talk weird too,” she said.

Well. This little pony has an attitude

I smiled anyway and thought it was more cute then annoying. I looked back at the spoon on her flank and wondered what it meant.

“What does that mean?” I asked.

“What?” She asked?

“That, the spoon of your butt,” I said as I pointed at her flank.

“It's called a flank. And this spoon is my cutie mark,” she said, slightly annoyed as she corrected me...again.

Cutiemark? Where have I heard that before?

I than remembered some guys talking as I walked by on the street. Something about a convention or something? I don’t know. But the word came in their conversation as I walked by them. I didn’t think much of it but I wish I had now.

“Oh,” is all I said.

“This is your house?” Silver Spoon asked as she looked around.

“Uh, yeah. Apartment. Like a house but smaller," I said.

She looked displeased and slightly reminded me of the specific kind of snobbish girls in my high school that I hated. God I hope she's nothing like that.

“You said you were from...um, ponyville?" I asked. She looked at me a nodded. She then jumped off my bed and onto the wooden floor. How small she looked, not any bigger than a small dog.

“Yeah. Can you show me which way? I need to get back. It shouldn’t be that far from wherever this place is," she said.

Again, I was lost. Ponyville? Sounds like something from a cartoon. How should I know where that is? Usually I would Google it but my computer isn’t set up yet. Of course I could use my phone but what fun would that be? Screw it, I was using it. I tapped my phone and began to search the word in Google. I waited for my phone to load and watched as Silver spoon began to walk into another room.

“Uh...Silver Spoon. Where are you going?” I asked as I followed her.

She walked into the living room and looked around. Again with that snobbish displeased face. I didn’t like it and knew she wasn’t satisfied with my home. I sighed a bit annoyed and looked back at my phone.

Still loading. Jeez, now I remember why I don’t use the internet on my phone. It's too damn slow! My attention turned when I saw Silver Spoon accidentally knock over a couple boxes. She looked at me and shook her head.

“Sorry,” she said in a cute voice. She smiled back nervously and I could only sigh.

Animal control is something anyone else would call. Lucky for her, I’m against it.

I looked back at my phone and saw it was still loading. I saw Silver Spoon was a bit bored and followed me as I sat on the sofa. She jumped up and sat, with her hooves tucked under her. Strange but cute. Distantly she kept herself from me, of course.

“So are you gonna help me get to Ponyville or not?” She asked. Not so snobbish but I heard something in her voice that I didn’t like. However she was too cute to let her anger me.

“Just hold on a minute,” I said. I looked back at my phone, expecting to see it still loading but instead I saw the results come up. I read what came up and couldn’t believe it.

This is a joke right?

I looked back at Silver Spoon and then at my phone.

“D-does Ponyville-” I said, my voice trailed off a bit but I cleared my throat and proceeded to asking my question. “Does ponyville have a farm called Sweet Apple Acres?” I asked as I read it from my phone.

“Yeah! You've heard of it?” She asked with a smile.

“No,” I answered quickly.

Oh my God. She's a cartoon?!?!?!

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