“But moooooooooom” Silver Spoon whined.

“No, absolutely not. I will not have any daughter of mine involved in such depravity!” Scoffed Silver Spoon's mother; Golden Spoon, a clean snow white coated unicorn mare, with one gold Fleur-De-Lis flanked by two royal purple emblems of the same design for her cutie mark, that simply screamed of wealth and power.

Her faded pink mane was perfect, not a hair out of place. A living testament to the skill of her personal hairdresser.

She was encrusted with the finest jewelry, nothing but the best. Her gaze could melt a common colt unto a blubbering fool in a matter of seconds. Many an unfortunate (or fortunate, depending on your point of view) stallion of wealth and stature has fallen prey to her 'Trophy Wife' looks and charm.

Her steely lavender eyes, while impeccably beautiful, hid a tactful mind that allowed her to crush her competition. Leaving her one of the most powerful mares in all of Equestria. An honor-roll graduate of Celestia's School for Gifted Unicorns and the fact that her magic was on par with some of the most noteworthy mages did little but inflate her ego further, and made her the envy of most novice unicorns.

But, she did have one weak spot. Her snobby little daughter Sliver Spoon. No matter what any of her would be suitors did, they could not hold a candle to her devotion for her daughter.

When her ruse had come to it's end and the relationship inevitably faltered it was always Golden and Silver since her father; Platinum "Big Dipper" Spoon, was gunned down by a rival family in Manehatten. Since then Golden moved to Ponyville with her filly to raise her in peace and safety. For years she worried the filly would never recover from her father's death.

Imagine her relief when Silver Spoon found her first friend, the daughter of a wealthy merchant stallion. But for Silver the pain never left her. It was only lessened by the other filly's presence and the eventual bullying she partook in with the young heiress; Diamond Tiara Rich The Third.

Golden hated to deny what her little heart desired, but this was just too much to ask!

“but....but....I did my Cutecinera your way, and it was awful! Applebloom made a whole bunch of friends!” the 12 year old filly puts on her best grumpy face and sits down on the floor with her fore-hooves crossed as she recalled how Applebloom had met two other 'Blank Flanks' just like her at Silver's Cutcinera and basically stole the spoiled Silver filly's thunder.

“Hruumph!” she moans.

Her mother responds by rolling her eyes in dismay, a little confused by her daughter’s obvious displeasure. “but dearie......that’s what parties are for, so everypony can make friends!” she smiles with maternal reassurance.

“But I hate Applebloom! You never listen to anything I say! I hate you! I hate you! I HATE YOU!” She rages out of the lavishly decorated family room, knocking over her butler on the way out.

"Merde"

The former changeling spy and assassin for the 'Spoon Family', curses and hisses under his breath, as he picks himself up off the floor, dusting off his dapper blue pinstripe suit, with a hole riddled hoof, casually, being used to such treatment from the snobby foal. She was once so much happier when her father was alive. Daddy's 'Little Dipper' even named the once nameless Spy Drone.

She called him 'Cypher'.

Where was that sweet foal of a filly now?

Golden just sighs and shakes her head, turning and staring up at a portrait of a dark gray Earth stallion, with silver and gray mane and tail in a snappy light gray pinstripe suit, with a matching fedora and tie. A pink carnation she had gently levitated to his lapel on the day he sat and posed for the portrait. That day he sat as still as a marble statue with a big 'wise guy' smirk around the fresh unlit cigar on his lips. He had wanted to pose with his Thompson Sub-machine-gun but she had manged to finally persuade him otherwise. It was long hard battle though.

"She has your stubbornness, Mon amour" she sighs "Every day I long to see her smiling face, so much like that of her father's. She may have my eyes but she has your smile." she gives a small grin in return to the portrait.

Fighting back tears welling up she mumbles something in Prench that only her 'butler' is there to hear and understand. It is full of sorrow, regret, and longing for a life cut tragically short by mob family politics. But he knows better then to try and comfort his former employer's wife when she starts lamenting in her native tongue. Her maiden name once being Fleur Dis Lee, daughter to a wealthy aristocratic family in Maris Prance.

The changeling stallion just adjusts his tie with a nervous sneer wrapped around his protruding fangs, as he fumbles with his usually 'surgeon like' delicate telekinetic grip. He then calmly exits as his mistress sits on her haunches and stares longingly up at her late husband's smiling face.

She lets not a single tear fall before her subordinate leaves the room. Almost on cue, her mascara begins to run, streaking black trails across her pristine ivory colored face.

Silver Spoon storms up to her room, through the large and empty house. Tears in her eyes, she dives into her bed throwing a tantrum that would make even Diamond Tiara look like an amateur.

She wildly kicks her hooves around as tears stream down her face. She first decides to take her revenge out on 'Mr. Bear'.

“Stupid Bear! I'll show mommy!!”

She grabs her once loved stuffed bear and bites down on its head. She pulls back with all her might until the seems start to give. *RiiiiiiiP!*.

She tears the head off of the stuffed animal, leaving a mess of cotton entrails all over her bed. She is more of an animal, than a pony. She starts to violently punch the headless remains of her precious childhood toy. “Stupid, stupid, stupid!”

Her blind rage then turns towards her more expensive toys. She grabs her Playstallion 360, a video game system, and smashes it against the wall. It shatters on impact throwing random electronic bits through the room and leaving a large dent in the wall.

She continues until her once beautiful room is a mess, at which point she simply collapses on her bed and sobs helplessly into her pillow.

A few hours pass over Silver Spoon like a Pegasus on crystal meth, in her despair and rage. Her daughters tears have dried as Golden Spoon tactfully walks into her room to, once again, attempt to calm her foal down.

“Silver Spoon?.....” she says almost hesitantly, though she has composed her self and rid her face of the unsightly streaks of mascara on her face, she is still emotionally frail from their last encounter and her mournful reflection.

“GO AWAY, I HATE YOU!” Screams Silver Spoon. She starts to throw random body parts of stuffed animals at her mother.

Her daughters words cut deeper then any knives she could fling at her mother, as she shrugs off the plush projectiles with barely a blinking of her eye. “Now now Silver Spoon, I just want to have a word with you.” She sits down on the side of the bed.

Silver Spoon scoots over into the corner, refusing to look at her mother. She is bound and determined to wear her grumpy pants until she gets what she wants.

“Now....I have thought about it for a while, maybe if your father were still here he could help me with this, but.....I want you to be happy dearie. I....I think this is a rather unusual course of action to take for a foal. It has been at least 500 years since a 'traditional' Cutecinera was performed, at least an official one. So, I'm not sure if it can even be done, but with my power and influence. I could probably make it happen for you.....”

Silver Spoon perks up, instantly the smile her mother seeks replaces the grimace that was once creasing her daughters muzzle like a wrong shade of lipstick. “R-...Really mommy?”

“Yes Spoony, but I just want to be clear.......you want this right?” She levitates in and slaps down an old dusty tomb on Silver Spoons bed. She uses her delicate magic touch to flip the ancient, yellowing, pages to a section that describes, in detail, the 'traditional' Ponyville right of passage. A practice long since forgotten and buried, for it is a powerful one.

The act itself has been known to unleash large quantities of powerful sexual energy, dramatically affecting anypony that happens to bear witness to the act. It can only be performed by a trained decedent of the original Ponyville tribesmen, but there is one left.

He is required. His skills with traditional herbs are necessary to keep the participant alive during the ritual. In addition, though he is an Earth pony, his bloodline enables him to safely focus, control and amplify the natural magical energy that is a result of the act itself.

“Yes mommy! That's it!” She beams with glee, thinking to herself. Works every time! She kicks her hooves with glee.

Her mother sighs, and brushes back her soft pink mane, causally. “Well, I will start making the arrangements......”

Silver Spoon tackles her mother in a hug with her fore hooves around her waist "Thank you momma.. I love you momma."

Golden smiles and tries to put the details of the ritual out of her head for now as she wraps her forelegs around her filly and squeezes her as tight as the little Earth filly can take. "I love you to my 'Little Dipper'." she sighs using the cute nickname her father gave the foal. It is always hard for her but it makes the little filly smile.

Golden sighs as something else nags at the back of her mind like a horse fly that refuses to leave her perfectly round rump, no matter how much she swats at it with her tail.

"Sweet heart. Why did you say you hate Ms. Applebloom?" she leans away out of the hug slightly.

Silver Spoon's bright smile faded like the sun being covered by an oncoming storm cloud. "She killed poppa!" she said plainfully, though unable to shed tears, having spent them, it was clear her heart was breaking to admit all over again that her father was dead. It was a closed casket funeral. Only Golden herself demanded to see his face one more time.

That smiling face was all Golden could imagine as the wheels in her mind came to a grinding, screeching halt from the metaphorical wrench Silver had thrown into the gears.

"wha wha.. what?" for the first time she could remember she had no witty response. "What.. did.. you.. just..."

"Well not her exactly." Silver rolled her eyes and sighed in dismay "It was her rotten apple family!"

Golden fought hard to form a sentence "Oh sweet heart.. who could ever told you such a thing? Your father.. was murdered by a rival gang looking to take over his territory." She struggled to keep from breaking down in her revelation.

"I KNOW!" Silver Spoon snapped with rage and hatred "Scootaloo told me so! It was her damn family that wanted the moon-cider sales for their own!"

"Language dear." she scolded reflexively while her mind slowly started processing what she was hearing "Am I to understand.. that one of your classmates told you Applebloom's family killed your father?" she tries to hold back her shock as she makes her inquiry.

"No.. of course not!" Silver scoffs at her mother's ignorance "She just said the Apple Family were big time gangsters and if Diamond and I didn't lay off of them we would be like, fitted for cement horse shoes!" she crosses her forelegs and pouts.

"Honey.. sweetheart.. that's just an urban legend. To my knowledge nopony has worn cement horse shoes since the prohibition era. I can certainly attest to the fact that our family has never disposed of a pony in such a manner." she sighs, it being true sense the knife, the hoof-gun, or poison was so much more quick and efficient means of dealing with traitors and rivals.

"Now what gives you the idea Ms. Applejack and her family could ever be involved in a murder, let alone that of your father 3 years ago?" Golden sighed and placed a comforting foreleg around her filly, drawing her to her side for support.

"I was hanging out on the library computer when I like, came across a fan fic titled Sweet Apple Massacre and that got me thinking. I looked up Applebloom's genealogy on-line and sure enough she has family in Manehatten. The Orange Family to be exact." Silver adjusts her glasses, proud of her fine detective skills.

Golden chuckles "Sweet heart, the Apple Family are small time hoof-leggers not gangsters. The Apple Family was once one of your father's best suppliers back in the hay day of Prohibition. And I doubt very much their extended family had anything to do with your father's assassination." she smiled and held the filly closer "I wouldn't listen to any more pony tails this um Scoot-to-loo may tell you." she kisses her forehead.

Silver Spoon giggles at the misinterpretation of her classmate's name as the unicorn plants her 'magical mommy kiss' that instantly makes her feel better. "I won't mom.. I still don't like Applebloom though." she sighs.

"Everypony is special in their own way, dear. Everypony has a purpose, and everypony deserves love." she coos and strokes her daughters silver braided mane. "You should be happy that your party helped young Ms. Bloom find friends among her peers. Take pride in that you helped forge a special bond." sighs with regret "it certainly is better then merely breaking every bond you try to create with somepony."

Silver Spoon looks at her mother curiously, being only slightly aware of her what her mother does with stallions, and she always figured they were only a conquest to her mother. After all how could she love a pony more then her father? Such is the understanding of a foal who already knew too much of the adult world, or more then most fillies her age.

"I'll.. try momma." she sighs and hugs her mother tightly.

"That's my little Spoony. Now run along and find Monsieur Cypher. Tell him I told you to go to Canterlot and get some new toys." she looks around the room in dismay "you look like you could use a few. Mr. Cypher has my credit card, but I want you to exercise some restraint, okay? I'll have the maids attend to this mess while your gone." she sighs.

"Yes momma. I will." Silver Spoon nods. She wasn't exactly in the mood for a shopping trip but she didn't disagree she needed some new toys and clothes after the fit she put up.

"Good.. now run along dear."

"Momma has many calls to make."

Author's Note

Well this turned out to be much more then a simple revision.
Most notable Changes include-

1. Changed the OC mother to Fleur Dis Lee, though the name Golden was preserved. (she has the same name on my tumblr blog. go fig)
   
2. Added the subplot that Silver Spoon's attitude, bullying, and acting out, stims from the pain of losing her father so violently. (maybe she'll become a super hero?)
   
3. Added a silly and sad reason she hates Applebloom and her family.
   
4. Gave more depth to Golden Spoon (formerly known as Golden Ladle)
   
5. Replaced generic butler with my own OC Spy Cypher.
   
6. Broke up the original one shot of like 3666 words into several chapters to be revised and uploaded later.

my note to the original author: I LOVED the Silver Spoon tantrum scene, but I wanted to give her more depth then just have the reader see her as an incorrigible brat. Since Golden originally admitted Silver's father was "gone" I took the opportunity to add depth to her personality, and give her reason why she is so bitter and unhappy.