Sitting Spoon (one-shot)

>You need the money, you need the money...

>That's been your mantra for the last fifteen minutes now.

>It's 10:30 in the damn morning.

>You shouldn't be forced to deal with this...

>"Anonymous! Are you listening?!"

"Hmm? What's that?"

>You snap back to reality, that shrill voice making sure your attention is solely on her.

>Silver Spoon.

>This filly is doing a damn fine job in working your nerves.

>What with this...tea party nonsense.

>Silver has you dressed in an apron and frilly hat that belongs to her mother.

>And she had you seated in a chair small enough to where your knees are in danger of breaking your nose with one wrong jolt.

>"I said why aren't you drinking you tea!"

>Because there's nothing in the damn cup.

>That's what you -want- to say.

>But...you have to "humor" children, don't you?

>Especially if you want to make those sweet, sweet bits for this babysitting gig.

>So you smile, more like sneer, and bring the tiny teacup to your lips and down the imaginary beverage.

"Ahh.", you say as deadpan as possible.

>Silver puffs out those gray cheeks and glares daggers at you.

>"You are a bad party guest!"

>You grit your teeth and force a pleasant demeanor.

"...The tea is exquisite, Silver Spoon."

>"-Miss- Silver Spoon!"

"-Miss- Silver Spoon."

>Chokin' here, you're chokin'...

 

>How much longer can this tea party go on?

>Silver is doing her best to imitate a high-society socialite.

>"I just have -no- idea what she was thinking! That fashion was soooo last year!"

>The filly giggles and sips her fake tea.

>You just nodded and grunt "yeah"s and "uh-huh"s.

>Silver glares again.

>"I'm hungry! Make me lunch!"

>Lunch? It's only... Holy shit, it's 12:10.

>You've been playing make-believe for far too long.

"And what do you want?"

>"Hmm...", she purses her lips and thinks. "I'll have a daffodil sandwich on rye with the crusts cut off with a lentil soup of carrots, potatoes, celery, parsley, tomato, and onion. And for a drink I will have fresh squeezed lemonade with a slice of lemon."

"...One daffodil sandwich, coming up."

>"Anonymous!"

>Silver whined but you ignored it. You were already taking off that ridiculous apron and hat and making tracks towards the kitchen.

>"W-Wait for me!"

>You can hear Silver's hooves clopping after you on the hardwood floors.

>You had to admit, Silver's place was nice. Damn nice. I guess when your name is literally "Silver Spoon" it's to be expected.

>After a short walk you find the kitchen and all it's immaculate cooking utensils.

"So...one sandwich, right?"

>Silver grunts as she clambers up a chair at the dinning table.

>"I'm watching you..."

 

"Watching me? For what?"

>"To make sure you don't do anything funny, of course!"

"...Funny? Funny how?"

>"Poppa says to always watch the servants when they make food, because they could do something to it!"

"Uh...huh. Well, I'm not going to do anything funny, Silver, just relax."

>The filly scrunches her face in response.

>You just roll your eyes and set to make her and yourself something to eat.

"Here."

>You slide her a sandwich. She looks at it like it's about to start tap dancing.

>"Is it safe?"

"Of course it is. Sheesh, what has your father been teaching you?"

>Silver harrumphs and turns her nose up.

>"And where's my soup? And lemonade?"

"Pfft, I ain't making all that. Just eat--"

>"I want soup! Now! Soup, soup, soup, soup, soup!"

>She starts slamming her hooves on the tabletop as she shrieks.

>You cover your ears and shout back.

"Fine! Christ! I'll make some damn soup! Stop screaming!"

>She immediately stops and smiles brightly.

>"I figured you'd see it my way."

>Stuck-up little twerp...

>With a furrowed brow you start gathering the ingredients for Silver's soup.

>The princess herself is taking small bites out of her sandwich.

>"I thought I said I wanted the crusts cut off."

>Just bite your tongue, Anon. Just bite your tongue...

 

>The soup comes together quickly enough.

>Silver was nice enough to provide running commentary.

>"That carrot isn't right. This potato is lumpy. The tomato has a bruise on it."

>-So- helpful that one...

>Finally you present her with a piping hot bowl of lentil soup.

>"About time", she snorts and picks up a spoon.

>Ssssssssssllllllllllurp

>Of course she'd slurp her soup...

"Well? How is it?"

>"...It...it's good..."

>Is she...blushing?

>There's definitely some pink on her face, that's for sure.

"Hmm. Good. Glad you like it."

>Silver nods quickly and eats in quiet.

>You do the same.

>Damn, this soup -is- good. You impressed yourself. Good for you, Anon.

>Afterwards, once the two of you were finished, you put what little dishes there were in the sink. You'd get to them later.

>Silver was still happily licking her lips.

>"That really was good. Really, really good."

"Happy to hear it. But now what do you want to do?"

>"Well, a jog would be nice. To make sure that yummy soup doesn't go right to my hips."

"Aren't you a little young to be worrying about that kinda stuff?"

>That pink color creeped into her cheeks again.

>"I-I'm a big filly! I'm very mature for my age!"

"Okay, fine, stop getting huffy. Geez. Go. Jog. Just stay in the backyard."

>"Y-You're not going to join me?"

"Exercise is for fat people and women. I'm neither."

>"You...! You...! Ugh!"

>With an exaggerated pout, Silver stormed out the door.

>Time to get a few minutes of peace on the couch.

 

>Such a pleasant dream you were having.

>All sorts of pretty mares were there.

>Oooh, there's Twilight in a sexy librarian outfit.

>And there's Rainbow Dash in a tight-fitting Wonderbolts suit. It's hugging her in just the right place.

>Lordy, Miss Applejack, you didn't know they made Daisy Dukes for ponies...

>Wait a minute.

>This -is- a dream!

>Snort!

>You awake on the couch, a stream of drool trickling down you chin.

>You wipe it away and glance around and see the clock on the wall reads 9:00 on the button.

"Ssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssshit!"

>You're off the couch in an instance and looking for a window that'll let you see into the backyard.

>One is found and to your horror Silver is nowhere to be seen.

"Ffffffuck!"

>You're about book it to town for help when you hear a noise come from the kitchen.

>A burgler too? This just isn't your day!

>As quietly as possible you sneak towards the kitchen. When you get there you peer around a corner and see...

>Silver Spoon doing her best to make something to eat at the stove.

"Silver?"

>The sudden voice scares her and she eeps.

>"A-Anonymous! Don't do that! Nearly caused my heart to stop!"

"Uh, sorry. What...are you doing?"

>"M-Me? Um..."

>She starts blushing once again.

>"I was...making dinner."

"You should have woken me up. Shoulda done that hours ago actually."

>"You looked so peaceful though. And...I was making dinner for you."

"Me...?"

>She bashfully nods looks to the floor.

 

"Heh... That's...really sweet of you, Silver. It really is."

>Maybe she wasn't -such- a stuck-up princess as one would believe.

"Tell you what, how about we make dinner together?"

>"O-Okay!"

>Silver perks right up and wags her tail.

>With a chuckle you join her at the stove and help her make...whatever it was she was trying to make.

>Turned out to be a vegetable stir-fry of some kind. Really hit the spot, actually.

>You patted your belly, Silver Spoon mimicking you as you did so.

"Silver, you really are a good little cook."

>"R-Really?! I-I mean... Of course I am. I...taught myself."

>The mood in the room kinda drops, but just for a minute.

>"I'm just glad you liked it! I was so afraid I'd ruin it!"

"No fears on that front, kiddo."

>Sudden gongs chime and you see it's 10 o'clock.

"I think it's about time for bed, don't you?"

>"Well... I am a bit tired."

>She yawns and pushes her glasses back up her snout.

"I can see that. Uh, do you need me to tuck you in or something?"

>"Puh-leaze! I'm a grown filly. I can do it myself!"

>She snorts and sticks her nose into the air again.

>"But...if you wanted too...that'd be fine with me."

>You smile and pat the filly on the head.

"Alright then, come kid."

>Silver smiles backs and leads you to her bedroom.

 

>You whistle when you enter Silver Spoon's bedroom. It was almost as big as your place.

>The filly herself has already made her way into bed, taking off her glasses and bead-necklace.

>You get to the tucking, which takes a minute as Silver's bed is about the size of a small car.

>Lucky kid...

"There we go. All tucked in. You sleep well, okay?"

>She nods sweetly.

>You turn to leave and her hear speak up.

>"A-Anon? Um...could I...get a kiss on the forehead?"

"A kiss? I dunno, Silver. That might be overstepping my bounds."

>"Pleeeeeeease?"

>Fucking...those damn puppy dog eyes.

>You sigh, but relent, going back over to the bed and planting a soft kiss on the fillys forehead.

"Sleep tight, Silver."

>You get up to leave again, and again, she speaks up.

>"I'm...sorry if I was mean earlier. I...hate when my parents just leave me with some sitter. I didn't mean to take it out on you. They're just never here and I get mad and...lonely..."

>Frowning you go back and sit on the edge of the bed.

"Kid... You know your parents love you, right?"

>"I know..." she's heading her face under her blanket. "But it feels like they never have time for me..."

>You pet the part of her head you can get at.

"Sounds like you need a friend."

>"That would be nice... Diamond Tiara's...well, we're friends, but...yeah."

"I get it. I ain't much but, I'm willing to kick around with you a bit."

>"...You are?"

"Sure am."

>You can hear her sniffling and trying her best not to cry under her sheets.

 

>"Anon...thank you."

>Her voice is at the breaking point.

>You smile sadly and pet her head again.

"Whenever you need me, kid. I'll be here. Okay? I mean it."

>You really do.

>She's tugged your heartstrings in a hurry...

>Silver answers with another shaky nod.

"Get some sleep okay?"

>"Okay..."

>You push off the bed and head for the door.

>"Goodnight...friend.

"Goodnight, friend."

>With that you shut the door behind you and let Silver Spoon drift off into a peaceful slumber.

>This is one babysitting gig you'll never forget...

>And you're happy about that.

 

The end.