Babysitting 101
 
>Discipline in Equestria.
>Be the daughter of the richest pony in town, Filthy Rich.
>Wake up in a bed made of the softest material in Equestria.
>Get up and "powder your nose".
>You are a proper pony after all.
>Go downstairs to see an impressive spread of food for your breakfast.
>There are plates stacked high with pancakes, hay, and various apple products accompanied by an uncountable assortment of drinks.
>Take a bite from a pancake and have a sip of apple juice.
>Call your personal maid to trash the rest of the food.
>You have to stay fit after all.
"Daddy, I'm going outside. Can I have a couple hundred bits?"
>Filthy comes from upstairs, a befuddled look on his face.
>"What do you need that much money for?"
>Give him the classic rich girl scoff.
"Just in case I need to buy something, duh"
>Roll your eyes at your father's ignorance.
>"You know Diamond, I'm starting to get tired o-"
"Yeah yeah whatever dad," you cut him off mid-sentence," Can I just get the money so I can go? Silver Spoon is waiting for me."
>You don't know why, but this set your dad off.
>"NOW LISTEN HERE YOUNG LADY!"
>Cringe at the overwhelming voice of your father.
>"I've had enough of your nonchalant attitude towards money. I believe it's past time you learn the value of the things you own in life."
>Confused about why he was angry, you resort to your average response in any situation.
"B-but Dadd-" you start, lips trembling cutely while your eyes widen.
>"No buts," he ignores your cuteness," Your gonna learn money's true value whether you like it or not, and I know just how to teach it to you." he says, turning in an angry flourish.
>Watch as your father goes back upstairs.
>A few moments later, the personal messanger pony leaves.
>Try to leave behind the pony.
>"Don't even think about it Diamond!" yells your father from upstairs.
>Uh oh.
>The cute pony eyes arn't going to get you out of this one.
 
>Wake up in your old beat up bed you bought at a yard sale.
>Get up and preform the ritual SS.
>No shaving today because of a lack of shaving cream... or razors for that matter.
>Go to the kitchen and see what you have for breakfast.
>You look in your fridge, your near empty fridge.
>Grab a carton of eggs.
>Open it to find a single brown egg.
"Score!" you yell in joy.
>Throw that shit in a bowl of water and heat it up.
>Take it out with your hands, because your that badass.
>Drop it on the floor because your pussy hands can't handle the heat.
>The egg cracks when it hits the floor.
>You pick it up and proceed to take out the white deliciousness inside.
>Eat it all in one bite.
>Thats a true breakfast right there.
>Clean up the egg shells and head into the living room.
>You jump onto your couch, causing it to let out a rusty screech.
>Take a look around your beautiful shit shack because...
>You are Anon, poorest creature in all of equestria.
>Lay on the couch with a wide smile on your face.
>There was nothing better than relaxing on the couch, listening to the wind blow through the holes in the wall.
>Begin to drift into a deep sleep, despite just waking up, when a knock rouses you.
>Groan aloud at the intrusion and head towards the door.
"Hello"
>"Excuse me, is there a Mr. Anon here?" an unfamiliar voice questions.
>Raise an eyebrow at the door, suspicious of anyone who would refer to you as mr.
"Who wants to know?" you inquire back, reaching for a nearby blunt object.
>"Filthy Rich if it please you sir," the voice responds.
>Drop the object on the ground, the previous suspicion dissapearing.
>You and Filthy go all the way back to when you first came to Equestria.
>He helped you pay for the materials for your house out of kindness and even invited you over for dinner every once in a while.
>You guys normally talked on a daily basis whenever you were "in between" jobs.
>That pony is one of the closest friends you've had.
>You'd do almost anything for him.
>Open the door, looking down at the grey pony before you.
>She had a letter in her hooves and a look of curiousity drawn on her face.
>She hands you the letter without a word and trots back to the town, a certain haste to her step.
"Huh? I wonder what her problem is?" you ask yourself, watching the pony trot away. 
>Dismising the question after a second of thought, you look at the letter in your hands and head back into your house.
>The seal on it was definetly Filthy's and judging from the randomness of the letter you could only assume he wants a favor.
>Snap the seal with a twist and pull out the letter.
"Dear Anon, 
I am writing to you today to ask a favor of immense preportions. It has come to my attention how little my daughter understands the value of money and other worldly items. Knowing you for how long I have, I understand that you are remarkably poor, no offense intended, and as such truly understand the value of a bit. I was hoping that it would be possible for you to look over my daughter for a few days or so to try and teach her money's value. I know it is a lot to ask and understand if you say no, but I am offering payment for you to babysit my daughter. Enclosed in this envelope is 50 bits.
>Look away from the letter, briefly flipping the envelope over.
>The bits come pouring out, leaving you to wonder how you did not notice their weight.
>Pick up the scattered bits as you ponder the question and place them on your table in five neat stacks.
>Not finding an answer to your inability to discern the weight of a normal letter from 50 gold coins , you turn back to the letter.
"That is only the first payment of many if you choose to watch over my daughter. For the next five or seven days, I shall send you a simple payment of 150 bits a day."
>Spit coffee all over the floor at the lest sentence.
>Odd enough considering you weren't drinking coffee, or even had any in the house for the past....year maybe.
>But you -wern't- considering why you just did that classic comedy surprise reaction.
>You were too busy re-reading to make sure you had seen that correctly.
>After the seventh time there was no denying it.
>A massive smile forms on your lips as you consider how much your life will change with this job.
>It goes without saying you've already accepted the offer in your mind, but nevertheless you continue reading.
"There will even be a little bonus thrown in if you manage to successfully change my daughters disposition on worldly items. I was thinking an extra 200 bits would seem fair."
>Your eyes widen to a size they have never been before.
>An extra 200 bits added on with the money you were getting paid anyway.
>It was unreal, a miracle of sorts for a job so easy.
>If you had any doubts about babysitting her before they are definetly gone now.
"Even if you fail to change her mind the attempt will be appreciated. Of course their is still the question of acceptance though. Just send back the letter with your response inside and I will respond to your answer posthaste. If you do accept the offer than I shall send Diamond there on Sunday to get a fresh start to the week. If you decline, which is completely understandable, I will simply find someone else to complete the task. There is no threat or obligation to make you take this job, just a simple favor asked to a friend. I will not even ask for you to return the money already sent. I hope you accept the offer and even if you do not, we shall see each other at our normal hangout as usual.
Yours truly,
Filthy Rich
>Finish the last sentence with a slight smirk.
>Filthy already knew that you were in too bad of a situation to decline this offer.
>Even if you wern't in this situation, then he would probably just try to guilt you into it in person, if the written guilt attempt hadn't worked out.
>Luckily for him you would have said yes without the large payment or guilt attempt.
>Though the fact that he threw those factors in at all showed how desperate he is.
>Sigh a little as you fold the letter up and put it back in the envelope.
>Without another moment's hesitation, reach for a peice of parchment and a quill to write out you acceptance.
>One minute later you have the letter resealed and placed in your mailbox.
>You would have Derpy come pick it up later.
>Meanwhile, sit on the couch and think about what your going to do with your money, impractical and practical possibilities combining to fill you with a sense of giddiness.
 
>You can't help but feel worried, if not scared, as you trot back and forth in your room.
>This is only the second time you've been in trouble with your father.
>The first time he made you bounce around in a bunny outfit with blank flank Applebloom.
>It doesn't get anymore embarresing than that, but your father is an intelligent man.
>He could find ways to punish you worse than hopping around in a costume.
>Shudder a little as you reach the wall of your room.
>Stand there for a second as you ponder all of the possible ways he could reprimand you.
>Turning around after a few seconds, you realize something.
>You don't know what you did.
>When you got in trouble last time it was because you kept making fun of AppleBloom.
>But even then you weren't really in trouble.
>It was really just a sort of bad karma catching up.
>All you really know right now is that your father got mad at you suddenly.
>You didn't do anything -you- thought was wrong.
>All you did was ask for money.
>Confusion starts to come over you, the previous fear nearly dissapearing.
>It wasn't right that you were in trouble, or at least it wasn't if you didn't know the reason.
>Begin to trot over to the opposite wall, but feel a sudden bout of laziness.
>Instead of trotting the entire 100ft, this time you stop halfway and jump on your bed, letting your mind fully concentrate on the situation at hand.
>Daddy had no right to be mad at you if you didn't even know the problem.
>It doesn't help the fact that you didn't do anything different from any other day.
>Daddy was probably just in a bad mood, but if that was the case...
>You can feel a sudden rage come over you.
>Was Daddy taking his unexplainable anger out on you?
>That's totally not fair.
>Jump up into a sitting position, your newly formed fury seeming to make your head fume.
>You were going to show Daddy what's what.
>He doesn't have any right to take his anger out on you.
>That's why we have so many maids.
>Let out a low growl and head to the edge of the bed with the intention of finding Daddy to chew him out for being unreasonable.
>Or that was originally the plan.
>"Diamond Tiara, come down here please," calls your father from what you assume is the living room.
>All of your fury fades away immediatly at his voice, which still had a little trace of anger in it.
>Any thought of yelling at him is gone now, replaced by worry and a little childish fear.
"Yes Daddy," you slowly trot out the door, toward the staircase.
>Each step down might as well have lasted a hour.
 
"Could I please have some wheat and a dozen jars of milk."
>You jingle three bits in front of the store pony.
>Confirming that you actually have money this time, the pony gets you what you asked for.
>"Here you go Anon," she says, handing you the food in a paper bag.
>Accept it with a smile and a polite goodbye.
>She reciprocates your politeness as you turn to go to another stand.
>Of course when you turn around, your smile dissapears abruptly.
>The store clerk had been polite, but you could hear a little suspicion in her voice.
>You couldn't really blame her though.
>Years of living without a steady income had forced you to do things you sort of regret.
>Stealing from storekeeps had been one of them.
>Falling into a diet of hay and milk had been another.
>However due to your extremly small income, you didn't have a choice.
>It was the cheapest, if not only, way to survive.
>As a result the store owners would always be suspicious, but it's okay.
>For now at least, considering you actually have money.
>You smile again at the thought of your newly obtained money.
>It had been two days since you accepted his offer and got the 50 bits.
>During that time you had only spent 15 of the bits, including the three you spent now.
>10 of the bits had been spent on food, the other five spent on some toiletries.
>Razors, toilet paper, body wash, wooden planks, and screws.
>Average day stuff that you've needed for a while now.
>"Hey Anon, looking to buy something?"
>Look up at Bon-Bon, not realizing that you had stopped in front of her shop.
>Around here she normally sold sweets of sorts that most of the time tasted better than Pinkies.
>However they also came at a higher price.
>Not to say they wern't worth it, but it still doesn't help that you mostly couldn't afford such luxury.
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