Scatenata tapped her hooves against the table impatiently before biting the edge of her mouth. Sweet Celestia, where is her Mama? Her violet eyes scanned again to confirm that she wasn't there. She swung her legs from the chair she was in before deciding to trot around.

"Sleek Finish isn't here, surprisingly!" Scatenata nearly exclaimed with a fair amount of glee she didn't know she had. Where had that come from? Wherever it had, it just made her giggle as she skipped on by. When she had, she stopped in front of the studio one last time. Her smile turned into a frown before she knew it as she convulsed. Oh, Celestia, why'd she go near there? Wasn't it bad enough..? She shook her head before covering her tail.

"Diamond...why can't I stay with you..?" She stared at the studio, studying it slightly. She had no choice to study it, really she had none. The studio was the hallmark of all bad things to come. If the villain in the Mare in the Moon were real, then this must be the lair she had created before being sent away. Typically, a studio like this would be probably be a higher edge studio. It would have been one of the best studios Scatenata were to see if it weren't for the stories behind the studio. On days where she had accidentally forgotten to chose a different route that passes by the studio, she would look back on the day that changed her life. That day when Diamond Tiara chose to help her learn what love really was like in that small 'home'. To this day, she couldn't stop blushing from that filly.She would wonder so many different things. This question was a common question she asks to herself. Then, the more dangerous and disloyal question would enter her subconscious:What if she never taught me what love was? Everytime she'd ask, she would refuse to think about it further, but she couldn't forget the thought. Maybe she would be with Sleek right now, pregnant with his child, with the look he gives that might happen, or something a little more probable:being a slave like she is to Mama. Maybe she would be dead instead. Scatenata couldn't think of anything quite worse than being forced to be with Sleek like that or death, but death was the better of the two for sure. Then again, she was already the former. "I'm sure its better than there, that's for sure."

The notion of using that studio once more rattled her. Her performance made her sore the last time. She didn't want to put on such a performance again....unless..

"No!" She cried in her thoughts. Not even for her! Her legs felt like lead weights by the time she left, pushing herself forward from the studio that smelled, now, of apples instead of the performance she was forced to give in front of the ponies. She dragged herself to her room. Better there than..."Not going to think of that." She decided to pull out a book instead to get herself thinking outside of where her mother was. It was a tiny book with a purple cover. It was adorned with a pink heart and a diamond tiara (she clarified it was the accessory, not the 'supposed' pony) sticker that took up the center along with her name crudely written in pen along the top. She smiled a little before turning several pages into the book to write.

"Scatenata, darling!" Her Mama called out. "Get here right now! Surely, you couldn't have been...impatient...right?" The venom dripped at the tips of her sugar coated, velvety voice. Scatenata knew what that meant, but hopefully she wouldn't..right? She hid the book quickly. Mama must never know. Then, turning, she darts away towards her Mama once more, panting. There Mama was with a smile adorning her face. Scatenata smiled sheepishly.

"Well, hello Mama?" Scatenata asked quietly. She shuffled a bit, looking down trying to disguise the fear of her Mama's wrath. Her Mama will be furious. She'll-

"Don't look so withdrawn, Sweetie," She added dully. Annoyance riddled in her voice. "It doesn't look good on you, frankly." Scatenata straightened out instantly at her mother's tone, glancing up at her. Mama's eyes focused on something bigger though, Scatenata could see pent up rage just frothing from her mouth. Mama, however, didn't point it towrads her, so she was a bit relieved.

"Mama?" She asked again, her ears falling back. "Why are you so mad?" Why'd her mouth open before she wanted it to? Nope, she won't live long to fix her mistake. She flinched as her mother slammed her right forearm down in front of her before pulling it away. Instead of being stricken, she was pulled aside.

"We're going somewhere, Sweetie." She answered, her anger seemingly gone from her sweet voice.It was a lie-she knew that much. If the anger had been towards her, this wouldn't be happening. That was a fact. "Come now." Instead of walking, like expected, instead, her body was lifted and they were somewhere else in a blink. It was...a weird sensation to say the least. A sensation she didn't want. Even with the teleportation, they still had to walk. Scatenata peered around the enclosed area before curiosity ate at her.

"Mama, why are you bringing me here?" The filly kindly asked, her purple eyes showed much curiosity. The mother took note of it, pausing slightly to catch her thoughts. "Mama?" The mother craned her neck to glance at her child.

"Hush now, Mama's just thinking. Don't cause a fuss over something minor," Mama replied. "Ah, here we are. My precious collection, darling. You'll be the first to see the newest collection. Your sister saw the first. She wasn't too pleased, the poor dear." The filly in question turned to see the mother's big fuss over such a collection. It was a collection she heard of before-something that she wasn't exactly sure of meant value until now. It was shelves upon shelves with dolls so lifelike in quality, something so divine.
Yet the smell over all, despite the beauty, was quite rancid in nature. She nearly gagged at the stench.

"Its so beautiful Mama!" She marveled, still, the stench was overpowering. No beauty should smell like a carcass. "Its the most beautiful sight I ever seen! Its just the smell that's so off putting, don't you agree, Mama?" She flinched. How could she forget that she shouldn't say certain things? Though, thankfully, the mother didn't seem to mind.

"Aw, yes, my little 'lieve, the stench is quite..off putting, as you put it." The mother noted as she nodded. "I believe I've gotten used to it-you'll to, Sweetie."

"What do you mean, Mama?" She couldn't stop herself from asking, enthusiasm escaping before she quietly piped down. No way, no how, could she make such beautiful works of art. She barely could draw, making such a beautiful creation was beyond her grasp. Besides, when is Mama this nice? Why is she even trusting her?

'Especially when I know she's...she's a bad pony..she's a bad pony, like Summer Stone said...' She tried ignoring the pit of horror in her stomach as she thought. She tried, honestly, to ignore everything and return back to her normal habits, but, even after a few days of trying, she still plagued her. She hid her response.

"Your going to help me make them, isn't that obvious?" The filly was taken aback. She couldn't use scissors correctly...or paint better than a slob, so why would mother subject herself to a pony that lacked such artistic skills?
"Bu-But I..I can't do that..." She whimpered. "I can't make such pretty dolls and marrionettes like you, Mama. I would be a bother, wouldn't I?" The mother shook her head.

"Nonsense! You'll surely be a help. After all, you surely must be taught how to master these elements. Your sister decided otherwise, however, I intend to make you learn." The mother shrugged some minor fears, but a bigger fear loomed her. "Besides, one pony needs to have such great tastes, and it isn't your sister."She flipped her curls to show effect. She couldn't help but giggle at the effect. Mama was ALWAYS so funny.

"How can I help?" She squeaked out finally, smiling. Yet..Her stomach dropped in prospect. Pick Pocket...No, she can't tell something like that.

"I'll show you first, dear," Mama responds softly. "You can't learn instantaneously, 'lieve." She tilted her head. But Needle Work, the local earth pony that ran the nearest fabric shop, didn't seem to think the same way. When Scatenata asked, she happily tutored her in creating some pieces of work. It didn't take long, Needle Work even said she had some talent in the field. Too bad she didn't get her talent then and there. She stopped and sat on the floor of the building to wait. Mama left her again, it was getting annoying. Letting out a sigh, she laid back. Really, if Mama was going to-

"Icky, something icky!" She squeaked again before moving her hoof back. She laid her hoof on something wet a sticky. It smelled like copper.She instinctively took a glance before looking out in horror. It was brown with some hint of red, watery as sin as well as clumpy.

"Ah, I see you got yourself acquainted with the grease," Mama's cold voice answered for the strange colored, sticky water.

"I never seen grease like this before.." She edged away softly. Freeze Drip constantly had grease and none of the grease she possessed was this strange, odd color. Looking back, the same could be said about Wheelie.

"Did my ears deceive me or did I hear my daughter muttering under her breath so....improperly?" Mama questioned. Scatenata yelped before shaking her head.

"N-No, Mama, really!" She squeaked. "Really, Mama!" Urk....she wasn't feeling so good...

"Really now?" She frowned at her. "Lying? Is that what I taught you all these years? Good little fillies don't mutter, doll." She beckoned Sleek Finish to come over with a smile.

"I made...arrangements darling." Scatenata felt like her air escaped her very being. She already had been punished, being a bigger pony than she was for a nearing 10 months, having the appearance of an adult with a whole different body type than her old self had. She was also alienated for those 10 months. She wished for her short stature that her age had blessed her with, but with age changing spells and color 'alterations', her punishment went underway. She was going to be 'blessed' soon. Though, she doubted it was a blessing. Wasn't THIS punishment enough? Now Sleek was here to make it even worse! First, the punishment her Mama made her go through after running away, then it was being forced to aid in something that she will probably screw up on and now Sleek was here? It was excruciating, kind of like the pain she was feeling just earlier on except the pain was dull with rapid pain that started flaring with a vengeance the longer she was there. "I wished that the process involved the father."

"Proc..process?" She stuttered. "Bu..But I.." Mama stopped her in her tracks.

"Your having contractions, dear. You might not realize that, as of late and being a first timer. Your taking it surprisingly well." Mama commented before her words trailed off. Signalling for her to follow, she led her through the area where the process of her creations take place.

"M-Mama, I-I WON'T LET YOU HURT THEM...!"She cried out. She stared at the filly that was silver coated with a black mane that also held a silver streak that draped over an eye. She was pleading for mercy, her gray eyes staring out at her crying. The other filly there was Summer Stone-the local bully of the neighborhood. "W-Why are you even doing this to them? What did they-"

"Hush, dear," Mama chided before pushing her along. "Your delivering soon, you'll deal with them soon afterward." Scatenata wanted to turn, but pain shot through her system. She weakly nodded, having no other option. Then the arrival, the only blessing that she had within the 'punishment' (save for the hours of pain) , occurred. She sighed weakly before she was able to see the bundle. When she had, she quickly fell in love. The foal was a tiny silver clad filly with radiant purple eyes, only a few shades darker than the mother. She was perfect.

Then again, all good things come to an end, even if the good was very brief. This is where Scatenata came to be, and how she split and better yet, how a silver spoon was born.

Author's Note

I wonder how a 7 year old managed to come up with such dark thoughts.