The Lavish Silver Spoon

by Lyle Daydream

Chapter 1: Reality Soft Spoken -Part 1-

Sun beaming across the horizon, the world began its ascent to progress. Rousing pony or fact, it did not matter if the individual was one or a cat, all fell into their daily routines. A warm cup of coffee in hand, a newspaper in the other, suits and ties dotted the busy intersections as cars drove, ponies trotted, and paws patted against the pavement on their way to work. This was normal for those with a hint of bits in their pocket but for others, this was the goal, the ensured Equestrian dream that everyone dreamed of. A fleeting dream mind you.

Ponyville, 1923

The events described just now are of absolute wonder to the lower class stuck in the world's worst situations. Low income keeps the kids on the streets and parents in the weeks, working their hooves and tails off to make ends meet. But our story don't follow the tale of the low rising to the high but the high being humbled by the low. In one of these massive estates that became the beacons of the landscape, the final goal that all low aspire to lives a man who went through his own share of humbling troubles to get where he is. He worked and sweated for it all but his daughter, she's a special case.

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"You certainly can't be serious, don't you have these already?"

To that response, the silver-maned pony scoffed, a hoot and holler at even the mention of, "What's the difference?" She flashed the required amount of bits and within only a few seconds, the hoof shoes were tucked neatly away with a butler who was already carrying 2 bags worth of expensive material. "Do be serious Diamond, you know very well that would have been the most necessary purchase of the day. I rarely find things in black so it's nice to accessorize."

"Though I do follow your logic Silver, I simply cannot fathom the rate at which you spend your money. Are you sure your father is simply okay with this?"

"Ha!" she exclaimed causing many individuals to look their way in shock. "Of course, he's okay with it, he's my father and one of the smartest men alive. At the rate he accrues bits, my spending is only a small chunk of the things he can do. Besides, I am feeding money into the community, am I not? They should be happy that I'm willing to put my well-earned bits back into the economy."

If there was one thing Diamond Taira got tired of, it was sighing. Did it damn near every day in the presence of her best friend, she could probably start a new energy source just from that alone. Silver's attitude wasn't unlike her own, coming from wealth herself, but she certainly didn't hesitate to showcase every chance she got. "You're a handful I can tell. At the very least, we could find ourselves swinging by The Taps, correct?"

"That place? but is it not full of ruffians and scoundrels?"

"Only because it is the center of a community uplift program."

"A scoundrel outreach program, how humorous of them."

"Silver, be nice dear, I quite enjoy their company and their products."

"Heavens forbid we are inspected by sooty individuals on the way."

Though that protesting would have any pony up in embers, Diamond was anything if not tolerable of her supposed friend's consistent aversion to The Taps. To Silver, it was a living petri dish of scum-worthy phantoms, ready to make off with her riches and send her to rags. It was a fear so settled in her heart that it warranted even the departure of her butler back to their abode, leaving the girls to their own.

The ding of the bell atop the door sounded their arrival in the store, a glint of an eye for want of their business. "Welcome in--" The owner paused, pursed, then smiled, a feeling of remembrance finally washing over him. "Well if it isn't my favorite customer from on up high come to see little old me! Bienvenue little diamond."

There weren't many responses that would put a star in that mare's eyes but such was one from a person she deemed worthy of her time. This ol crackpot of a bear was the owner of The Taps, his roots more than noticeable in his southern flare of an accent, not to mention his consistent use of the French language did more than rile up Diamond's curious side. "Bianv...Bienva, Oh dear, I only just practiced this yesterday, how I could already have forgotten it's saying? Bienvenue?"

"Well see now, you almost got it in one shot there. Bit more practice and I suppose I'd have to take you up on that offer to work here, now wouldn't I?"

Diamond let out a stifled chuckle. "Mr. Sell, please. You know I was only kidding for want of a better topic upon our first meeting. By no means does that mean I will not stop perusing your collection of wares, however, nor supporting you financially."

As if to blow Diamond's dainty laugh out of the water, the bear let out a hardy laugh loud enough to shake a soldier from his tank. "Well, I guess you can count on me to keep showing them discount signs then." A slight glance to her side made him aware of the new face. "Bringing friends on your picnics now?"

Diamond's eyes were directed to her friend looking quite displeased with her newfound attention. "Oh her? Do mind your manners, Silver, you are a guest here."

"Silver? Silverspoon? Daughter of that ol gob up in that mighty castle on the hill?"

A word too many it would seem. Silver stomped her hoof with a nonexistent authority steeling herself for a scolding. "I have no need of petty insults thank you, my father is a well-accomplished man and you would do well to recognize that."

"And what about you cher, you got bits to roll around in?"

"Not even in the slightest if it's intended goal is within this shop. Speaking of which, what even is the point of this trinket trap?"

"Well now, don't hear that one every day." he chuckled. "Gonna have to add that one to the list lest you're likely to forget a week from now." Even though this elicited a growl from Silver, he continued. "This here trinket trap is designed to give the people of Canterlot a little something to look forward to. Not you ivory tower residents mind you, save for your illustrious friend Diamond here, my prices are fair and give the people something to work for. Now while you ponies don't require no clothes or fancy trinkets, my two-legged brethren do."

"So, catering to the cretins are you?"

Despite the severeness of the aimed insult, the bear only leaned down on one arm and raised an eyebrow. "Indeed I am. My people, my store, my rules. Throw your insults and expressions all you want sister of mine, I'm here to build the community."

"Disregard calling me sister you vagrant, I have no need of your friendship."

"Shoot me, burn my shop down, give me a bad rep cher, I ain't going nowhere."

For what seemed to be an argument, Silver seemed to be the only one finding frustration in it. The bear only retorted in positive energy no matter what was said leaving steam fuming from Silver's head. The half-and-half argument persisted long enough for Diamond to have perused the store and claimed what she wanted. "Silver please, the least you could do is mind your manners for my sake. Nice as he is and you still chase him, your company would be better appreciated outside if that is the future of this conversation."

"Fine, perhaps I will find my place outside then. I've grown tired of this grimy place anyway."

Even as Silver found her hoof on the door, the bear found his moment. "Be seeing ya cher, mind the riffraff out there."

Another growl as the door slammed behind her. Even as a few minutes passed her by, she was still fuming at her loss. To think that her vindication would go unnoticed by him, let alone Diamond. To make matters worse, he was completely unresponsive to any sense of her status. Certainly, a first for her to watch her insults be thrown into the trash, replaced with an exposition of positivity. The truly sorrowful point to be made is that even if she were to use her so-called status to displace him, she believed him when he stated that he would simply restart. Was this the first in a long line of battles that couldn't be won with bits?

This train of thought was not to be interrupted, it was her own personal crisis after all. So of course she was in a bit of a huff when a curious poke sounded all alarms in her brain. She turned to view her annoyance only to see a young foal, longing for a shower it seemed. In an instant, her legs moved her nearly a foot and a half away. "Ugh, refrain from placing your filthy hooves upon me if you so please."

"O-oh, I'm sorry mam, I just..."

"What could you possibly want that I have?"

"W-well mam I...have to eat something. Please, I've had nothing to fill my belly for nearly a full day. If I could trouble you for just 30 bits, I could buy..."

"Do not play dumb little trickster, I know full well what your intention is. How many bits have you begged for your so-called food? What will your parents use it for I wonder?"

"M-mam? No please, it's nothing of that sort."

"Absurd your parents are, sending you up and down the street to beg on their behalf, truly disgusting. Please leave my presence, I will not have any action in your illicit activities." Even as the boy continued to argue his case, Silver couldn't have shooed away her supposed assailant any harder. Eventually, the hint was taken and he went about his way. "Ugh, the riffraff are sure to get more bold as the sun descends, I can only hope that Diamond finds her way out of that heap soon."

"And see you shooing away an innocent boy looking for a meal for the day, indeed." Despite the look of agitation on Diamond's face, Silver held to her composure. "To think you would be so evil."

"He was begging of coin for Celestia knows what, food is far from the truth."

"A theory I aim to test I'm afraid."

"What do you-"

Before Silver had a chance to respond, Diamond's hooves trotted to the lone boy, addressing him with the ease of a professional. No doubt Diamond had been here before under the same duress of her emotions. Silver could only watch in quiet disagreement as the Diamond made the boy smile with words alone. When the pouch of bits was placed upon his hooves, that smile grew 3 times as wide, and off he was like a bullet. "See, you had nothing to fear Silver?"

"You truly trust that ruffian?"

"Trust my eyes more like. Look." True to his word, the boy was perusing the stand full of pre-cooked dishes. He must have bought nearly three of them. "Perhaps if you had listened to his story, you would have had the heart to learn that not just he was hungry, but his family was too. A mother, a father, and a brother. I simply helped them survive."

"Please spare your supportive sensibility."

"Fine, fine, if you're so hesitant, I suppose we can begin our trek home."

Well, cat's out of the bag. If there was a prize for being a little above it all, swiping at stars as if they belonged to you, Silver would hold the candle at the top. If Silver is the one to be proud of her status then Diamond is the only thing humbling her. It's thanks to this dynamic that Silver hasn't been kicked out of every establishment she's entered, despite her consistent purchasing of their goods. Even as they trotted along their path, she consistently complained of the trauma she just experienced all the way to her front gate. A girl like that is bound to get a wake-up call sooner or later. And something tells me it's coming soon.

"Lady Silver! Bienvenue, I hope you had a more than rousing day out there." A butler greeted. Now one would think she would shoot this two-legged feline a look of disregard but to no one's surprise, she didn't. Instead...

"Why good evening to you too Rosetti....um...the gate dear?"

"O-oh right, sorry mam." Quickly, the rather rotund canine latched onto one side of the gate and began pulling it open. As the pair waltzed inside and the gate closed behind, Rosseti let out a huff of exhaustion.

"My word Rosetti, tired already?"

"No truer words spoken mam. I really oughta lay off the cake."

"Well that's a disappointment, I was just about to have some had you been willing."

A gasp. "Wait wait, I'm coming, I promise!"

"And please do not forget to lock the gate this time Rosetti."

Night and day, hot and cold, that mare switched up faster than most would give her credit for. As the large dog huffed and puffed locking the door behind them, Silver couldn't help but chuckle at his dedication to food. Diamond was far too pleased that at the very least, she had some good in that heart of hers. "You treat your staff as equals and yet you can't provide the same to those outside your gates."

"Not my staff, not my priority."

"Heavens above you are terrible, dear friend," Diamond uttered as Rosetti finally huffed those doors open allowing the two entry into Silver's abode. Upon entry, they were given pause by her father's first creation when creating the house, a large foyer that seemed to act like some type of museum. Dotted around the room were all sorts of glass cases and exhibits that showcased all of his memories from his life. From the day he almost found himself sauteed inside of his tank to the first present his daughter gave him when he came back from the war.

Diamond couldn't help but be amazed every time she waltzed through this room. Hard to believe that while many were stuck in some type of asylum deep down in the depth of their PTSD, her father seemed to be taking it in stride, even going so far as to showcase the stuff to anybody who walks into the home. Silver couldn't help but find a Glee smile and the entire ordeal, nudging her friend out of her trance. "Feeling a little jealous?"

"Hardly. I just find it very admirable that your father is taking such a good heart with everything that we've heard has happened over there. One would think that all that death and horror would scar a man for life."

Silver responded as they ascended a set of stairs at the back of the room. "And I say to them, what absolute nonsense it is to be scared of a conflict that's long since past." As the granite steps gave way to a flat ground once again, Rosetti pushed open a door that led it to a large living room outfitted with dozens upon dozens of different trinkets and decorations. And in it's center were four couches set up in the form of a square with one uniquely huge glass table in its center. To the left of these couches built into the wall was a wine bar of which only contained a simple array of drinks such as sparkling water and other posh examples. But anyone who was anyone knew the secret of that mechanism for if you were to pull one particular bottle that father never drank and no one ever wanted to drink, the bar would flip and reveal the illicit beverages so heavily scrutinized in this day and age.

Suffice it to say, Silver was saving that for a very special day. "I find your take on mental illness to be rather exaggerated Silver. Having to kill people that you didn't even understand were nothing more than normal people before all this. Not to mention that half the time they're shooting back."

"Indeed," Silver uttered does she plopped down on one of the four couches. "Though that need not concern me as my father did so in my stead to ensure that we have a good life. War of uncertainty aside, I certainly added a rather nice haul to my wardrobe this time. Rosetti, would you be a dear and fetch me something to drink, I'm simply parched."

"C-Certainly mam."

"Oh and do you help yourself to a piece of the cake."

Could have sworn that dog was a cat the way his eyes lit up. A few seconds of rummaging later, Rosetti returned as elegantly as possible with a medium-sized cup of tea. As soon as Silver gave him the nod of affirmation, he was back at the fridge around the corner, cutting himself a piece of cake. "You have my thanks, Lady Silver," Rosetti uttered as he took his seat on a couch opposite the girls.

Now as the dog ate his way to martyrdom, Silver couldn't help but be interested in his own studies. "If you would be so kind as to halt your meal, I'd like to inquire as to the status of college attendance?"

"O-oh, yes, that's going well actually. Only a couple more years and I'll no doubt be able to attend."

"I've said again and again Rosetti, allow us to pay the cost, it's no troub--"

"Not on my life Lady Silver, my apologies mam. Much as I enjoy the thought of a free ride, working for it sounds all the more alluring. Sorry.”

"A teacher correct? That is your wish?"

"No better lot in life Lady Silver. Ever since I started taking care of my little cousin, I realized I'm just good with kids. Might as well start packing my talents on the right path right? Came a long way from that old farmhand title, gotta make it count."

"Which brings me to a good point," Diamond began. "What of your future Silver?"

"Hmm...perhaps a bath, then tomorrow morning, I'll have Simon take me on a drive to the out country, I feel as if seeing nature will give me a bit of peace from today's hazardous happenings. And you?"

"My hobby is coming dangerously close to becoming my full-time job. So many of the children out there find my designs to be soothing that I'm quite lucrative even without my inheritance."

"You mean those dolls right? I simply can't fathom how you are making any money off that riffraff."

"It's called marketing dear and you would do well to learn such a thing. I don't sell my designs for more than necessary, this allows even the less fortunate to partake in my business. As I'm sure you saw, my designs have even adorned a shelf in The Taps."

"Home of that codgy old bear, I'm aware."

"If I may," Rosetti began. "Lady Silver, what you got planned for the future? Can’t be sitting in this house all your life can you?”

Believe me when I say Silver became lost in thought and scoured her mind for what felt like an hour before she finally responded. Suffice it to say, her answer left much to be desired. "If I'm to expect a future, it will be the future of my father's company."

"Have you not thought that long into it?" Diamond asked.

"Why must I? My father is a smart man and will keep it running smoothly as long as he needs to."

Diamond found pause at that moment, a saddened look on her face. "Silver, I fear your father won't be around forever. What plans have you for yourself after his passing?"

Jumping on the wagon was Rosetti, placing his well-past-finished cake on the table. "I’m jumping on that train too. What exactly can you do that would give you a little smile during sleep at night?”

Silver was forced to sit up from her relaxed position as her metaphorical trial began. "A life of luxury is all I need. My father has no doubt planned for his passing and as such, I will leave it to whomever he deems worthy of taking his place."

"Lady Silver, I don't mean to outstep my station but you’re not worried for your future?"

"I second that," Diamond uttered. "I'm quite aware that your bank of skills is rather dry give or take. If you're to survive in your old age, you'll need a plan."

Silver scoffed before vacating the couch, bound for the wine bar. "You two worry far too often for your own good. Things will work out, my father has planned for it, I assure you. Now where is that switch?”

"You know very well your father does not allow you to partake in his wares Silver, you are still only four days from 18 after all."

"I see no law prohibiting my consumption of it, let alone my father nipping at my heels. It’ll be one glass, don’t worry."

Even Rosetti was against such an act as he rushed to apprehend Silver before she could effectively find the switch, knowing full well that if her father found out she was drinking before his established rule of being 18, he would no doubt have his hide. Diamond could only giggle at the scuffle until a rather lanky pony Butler opened the doors to address them all.

"Lady Silver, you would do well to remember that your father has forbidden you from drinking until you are 18," he announced.

"Simon, don't be such a stickler for the rules, get Rosetti off of me and help me remember which bottle it was that turns it."

The tall and elderly elegant Butler only let out a single entertained huff at the suggestion and instead went about doing his job. "I would much rather keep my position than incur your father's wrath, my lady. At the very least you can hold off on consumption long enough to greet your guest."

If you thought that Rosetti was rather fat, this man would put that notion to shame. This large rotund pony towered over even the tall pony butler himself with the weight to match. "Where is my little Silverware?!"

"Uncle Fat Cat!" Silver bellowed as she closed the fridge and proceeded toward him. Not before Diamond forced her to rejoin her presence with a whisper. "I was under the impression that you ordered your staff to warn you if he was at the gates before he came in."

"I assure you I had the conversation personally with every single member of my staff to warn me or my father if this bit-grubbing tower of a pony was at the gates. In which case I will have a rather bold discussion with the one who seemed to forget. Either way, we have no choice but to play nice and put on a smile." And just that Silver did. A smile beamed across her face as she approached the man as if his own daughter with an embrace. "A good welcome to you uncle. I can only assume that my father is expecting you?"

"Oh you know me too well, I'm a man of business and your father has the most passion for his I've seen in my years. Even so, it's more of a bonus to see my little Silverware every now and then. What of today's little stint, did you procure anything worthwhile."

"Why certainly, Rosetti dear, please the bags."

"Already here, mam."

"You've certainly conditioned this one well." Fat hardily uttered. "Such a hardy big one he is, wish I had one that loyal."

Amid closed eyes and uncontrolled laughter, Silver glared her uncle down with anger but held her composure nonetheless. "Indeed," she choked out through gritted teeth. "As you can see, I lacked this particular piece in black so I had no choice but to procure it."

"Oh my, that is a rare find. And what do have here if not the last piece to complete that collection of china I gifted your father long ago."

"As the curator of this wine & dine company, I couldn't bear to see this last piece missing from the set. The things the shop owner had to do to procure it were well worth the price and the stress today has been. I still shiver at the thought of my conversation with that codgy old bear."

"Old bear? Though I'm doubly interested now, I suppose my business here should come first. Your father is in his study I can assume?"

"As always dear uncle, he'll be awaiting your arrival in that chair of his. What pray tell is the business this time?"

Fat Cat chuckled as if to question her questioning. Only when he was back out of the door accompanied by Simon did he respond. "Nothing you need not concern yourself with Silverware." Silver watched as he proceeded to the left of the room, Knowing full well that her father's study was in that direction. Of course, he stopped right in front of it and the door opened with a loud click. His booming voice could be heard greeting her father like he was an old acquaintance and soon the door closed.

Silver could only let out an exaggerated sigh as she resumed her lazy position upon the couch. "Dear lord, that stallion will be the death of me."

Diamond was quick on the ball thankfully, taking her place next to Rosetti to comfort his emotions. "Save for the blatant insult to sweet Rosetti here, I thought you would be happy to see him. He always struck me as a well-earned opportunity for your father."

"That's just it I'm afraid. All that man sees is an opportunity. For nearly three years now, he's been nothing short of hell-bent on trying to relieve my father of our intended market to other chases. Every single time he approaches my father, it's to pitch some type of hair-brained scheme that goes against all our goals. It's simply a surprise that my father hasn't forbade the man from coming onto the property. Then again, that is why my father is my hero. Patient and benevolent to a fault, even after the war."

"That darn PTSD," Rosetti added. "Every soldier who fought in that damned war had it coming back into the Equestrian States. Most were diagnosed as unable to work or function due to the trauma."

"But not my father thankfully. Perhaps he didn't see as much combat or maybe he just handles it better than others. As evidenced by the foyer."

As the conversation drew on, another two-legged maid informed the party that the car bound for Diamond Tiara's home was outside and waiting. With the sun beginning to lower under the horizon, Diamond best be on her way lest she be harassed by less-than-reputable individuals. She left Silver with a hug for the road and strode toward her departure, leaving Silver to think for herself a moment. Once again, her future had been brought into question and she was none too fond of it. Even with the steady stream of bits, she wanted nothing more than to find a lot in life. Tried her darndest too, to find a happy place I mean. Life after school was different, she was bound to end up on the streets in normal circumstances. Perhaps that's why she depended on her father so much. Nonsense, she uttered to herself now in the downstairs kitchen garbed in her nightly robe preparing for bed.

It had been nearly an hour since her uncle entered the study. She often felt her mind wondering what half-planned scheme he was pitching now. It kept her up long enough to finally hear that door open and Fat Cat exiting thanking her father for his time and for at least listening. Silver was hasty to find him at the bottom of the steps descending into the foyer. "Any luck on your newest venture uncle?"

Even though he flashed her a smile, she could see the frustration in his eyes. "Unfortunately not I'm afraid, this idea just didn't have the steam to power the engine. That's fine though, it's simply a matter of going back to the drawing board."

"If I may offer my advice, you may have more luck with an idea that actually adheres to our product. Perhaps something that will help adorn homes in splendor?"

"A rather dashing idea Silver, perhaps I will think on that. It is getting late however and my driver is sure to be getting nervous so I will take my leave. You be sure to have a wonderful night Silver and do make sure to call, I still want to hear your story about that soggy old bear."

The two both exchanged fake smiles as the uncle left the residence and Silver was left to roll her eyes in disbelief, Rosetti quickly backing her up with a sign of disgust himself, eliciting a chuckle from the mare. "It wasn't you who forgot was it dear?"

"Never mam, I despise him just as much as you. Heard there was a new hire on though, maybe it was him?"

"Hmm...perhaps. Suppose I'll have a word with him come morning. In the meantime, please have a pleasant night Rosetti."

"You as well mam."

Early that night

Silver was restless, even more so than usual. she tossed and turned in her luxurious bed but nothing seemed to sate her inability to sleep. Why? What was causing such anxiety she wondered. Well, nothing to want for than a glass of forbidden wine, right? Her birthday was only a few days away after all. Donning a silver robe, she opened the door to the cold foyer air, shivering a bit in response. "Lady Silver?" an attendant wondered.

"Pay me no mind, I'm simply a bit restless. Is father still in his study?"

"Of course, still working on the agreement as expected."

"Oh my, I do wish he would take a break every so often. Thank you, you're excused."

"Right away mam." Descending into the foyer and rounding the right corner to the downstairs kitchen, she procured herself a wine glass and a bottle she was set to pour. Half the glass gleamed in the moonlight with rosey color as she attempted to re-ascend the steps quietly to her room. That's when a shadowy figure caught her eye down the hall toward her father's study. It stood there, motionless and quiet, a four-legged so it certainly couldn't have been one of her attendants. The only other option was...

"F-father, a healthy evening to you. I was just...uh...testing the wine, I didn't want to turn 18 not knowing if I disliked it or not you know..oh Silver you idiot, that was the most idiotic excuse you could have come up wi--" Unbeknownst to her ramblings, the figure dared not move. She noticed fearfully. "Uh...father? Are you...well? You're not moving very much. Is your illness acting up again?" She talked and talked, all the while, approaching and letting the pervading moonlight finally bring him into view.

He was wide-eyed, seemingly out of it. His body swayed as if off balance and he refused to acknowledge her. It was a frightening sight, to say the least. Silver on the other hand was more concerned, crossing the area with slow yet unwavering determination. "F-father, please say something, you're starting to worr--" It was quick, almost instantaneous, the change from standing there to dropping like a boulder. Silver was only able to partially slow her father's crash, his body crashing into her with unstoppable force and causing her robe to rip as a result. That didn't matter, however. Instead, her attention was firmly on the situation at hand, desperately trying to usher her father's consciousness but nothing working past her observation of his pale color. "ROSETTI?! SIMON?! CALL A DOCTOR, NOW!"

The staff found themselves rushing to her aid in seconds, all wondering what exactly happened. One was quick enough to rush for the house phone and make a connection with a doctor or a nurse or someone with medical knowledge. The only one to notice something strange however was Rosetti. Despite him being the closest to the situation his eyes couldn't help but catch a figure in the moonlight exiting the room in which her father had sat for hours on end. It was garbed in their attendant attire so no one was none the wiser but Rosetti found his intrusive thoughts wondering if the attendant was examining the room for any clues as to what happened or if something more sinister was going on. Nonetheless, it descended the stairs and joined the other attendant in getting help from the hospital.

Finally basking itself in the moonlight, Rosetti's eyes widened, not out of pure realization, but the potential of one. He knew that two-legged feline but just couldn't put his finger on it.

Comments

[Mystic Sunrise]

Something fishy here. Description leads me to think this is set in the human world. But there's no Human tag.

[Lupis Wilde]

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You make a good point, so I'm going to go ahead and put this here for context and change up the tags so everyone knows. May even add an explanation into the story somehow in the next part.

While this concept does take the same route as Equestria girls, it isn't that at all. Instead, the pony world is more of a medium I'm using to write a story in this time period with characters I feel are a bit more interesting than real-life counterparts. In summary, This is 1923 America, or the Equestrian States, if ponies were the inhabitants instead of humans or humanized versions of themselves.

Another thing to note is the inclusion of the My Little Pony Movie into the world-building which explains the appearance of two-legged individuals such as Rosetti. While it is not exclusive to them as evidenced by the filly begging for coin, Characters like Capper would be a part of the majority that populates the role of the oppressed individuals in our history such as African Americans.

If you were a little bit confused by that explanation, here's a summary. This story takes place in 1923 America, which in this particular world is called the equestrian States. There are no humans or humanized characters. There are instead ponies and non-ponies who take on the role instead. Those ponies and non-ponies have gone through the same issues we've gone through from World War I to slavery.

This is the world I have specifically designed in order to allow me to write 1920 stories. Nine times out of 10, I will be using the same world designed to tell even more stories so I hope that's not too jarring, especially when I potentially start a new account.

[Mockingbirb]

Needs 'Alternate Universe' tag.

[Lupis Wilde]

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Done and done, thanks for looking out for me.