Silver Spoon's Dolls

     What, did you think I would leave you in the dark?

     Anyway, my mommy and daddy founded the BPSTC (Background Pony Support Trust Company) to lure in gullible fools to be my dolls. Amazingly enough, it worked. Miss Twilight uses a special black magic spell to turn them into dolls, and then she adds a button that lets me turn them on and off. This button, and the mind-control button, is on the pony's head, in between the ears.

   So far I've gotten plenty of dolls, so many that my mommy and daddy also turned the attic into my own personal doll inventory. Three butlers are there in a flash to grab the one I want, whenever I want, when I pull the cord next to my dollhouse.

   Ah, yes, my dollhouse. It's not the only one I own, by the way. It's one of many. They line my bedroom walls, ready to be played with whenever I want them. My current favorites are three of my more special dollhouses.

   The first one is the police-station. It has two mind-control doll officers there. They can jail the dolls that are bad on the second floor, or if I say so they can be put on the third floor, which they exit melted or in pieces. The butlers have Miss Twilight fix them once a week.

   The second one is the asylum. It has a take-away roof, so I can put dolls into the straightjackets in the building and laugh at them as they wiggle and scream. Mind you, all these odd dollhouses look normal on the outside.

   And last, my most favorite, the castle. The castle has mind-control guards, actual guards from the Royal Guard, to protect me whenever I go down there. The castle has a platform I step on that shrinks me to the size of my dolls, except I'm Princess Silver Spoon to them. When I go down there, I take off my glasses and have the guards put in my mini contacts, and put on real pegasus-feather wings and a fake horn that looks really real. The platform's shrinking spell also enchants my mane to be long and flowy like Princess Celestia's.

   Then I put on my blue armor, and by the time I'm done, I look like Princess Celestia decided to change colors and cutie marks with me. It's wonderful. I am a princess. I can even use my dream name: Princess Silver Song.

   But let me tell you another secret of my household: my mother is an assassin from Canterlot. Her name's Ice Shard. My father, Golden Goblet, owns large stock portions from all across Equestria, selling when they're high and buying them like a pony possessed when they're low.

   Together, my parents make enough to afford me-and themselves-whatever I or they want, including a Crystal Mansion as a vacation home in the Crystal Empire, a night club in Canterlot and another one in Las Pegasus(they help bring in more money), and many other things normal families can't buy.

   Like that hick-filly Applebloom's family. Farmers! Pfft. I'd be surprised if they were able to afford anything more than the necessities and their apple-selling wagon. The same goes for Sweetie Belle and her 'fashionista' sister. Grace? Fabulosity? What do those ponies know about those topics? And that Scootaloo.....I don't know is she knows I know, but let me spill her beans: she's an orphan. That's why she's such a fan of Rainbow Dash. She's trying to get that blind weatherpony to realize she wants to be adopted by her idol.

   But enough. This is my story, and I'm not going to tell you anything more than I have to in this prologue thingie or whatever it is. Keep reading or get out.

                                                                                                                                              -Feeling reflective,

                                                                                                                                                              Silver Spoon