Author's Note

My name is Fireflower and this is my first My Little Pony fanfic sequel that, like its predecessor, is Mature and goes beyond the typical oneshots I'd made from before and using canon characters as human beings instead of their normal forms: this time, I have decided to focus on the others who have grown up over the years, hence the age up; nevertheless, this story will be dealing with heavy subject matter unsuitable for certain readers.

As always, My Little Pony, or rather Friendship Is Magic, including its settings and characters belong to Lauren Faust and Hasbro; however, this concept of my fanfic belongs to me so I will say this line one time only: please do not steal this story or I will sue.

Lastly, let me also say that I hope you enjoy this chapter now and stay tuned for future chapters later on.

Metal

Light in and of itself was capable of traveling to and from anywhere throughout the whole wide world rather almost instantaneously; in addition, it also was accompanied by warmth as well. Because of this, it had unveiled a whole slew of colors coming in many different hues and shades whatsoever, each of them painting the overall landscape in an attempt to provide it some identity. Given the very situation at hand, it was best to assume for the most part that the day was just about to begin; after all, such imagery would be best captured by the observance of the wary one.

With the entire sphere rotating on its own axis at a set speed while revolving as well on a different speed, a brand new morning had now started to come about. The spacious blue sky was crystal clear enough to see the golden sun shining brightly about over the silent scope as a flock of birds from various sizes and shades soared across so serenely. Within a rather large dream drop distance was but a civilization already defined in such various materials used to build them from the ground up, most of them all being the ones suitably fittest for the likes of even three little pigs. The calm gentle breeze was surfing onward and about throughout the dirt roads and dusty trails, cutting across the otherwise barren landscape as it got to and from the deserts surrounding them all. In amongst the very background were but a widget series of monoliths each raging with growth and erosion in the process of their trying times as the sun hovered over all of them. Given the handsome size of this town in question, it was likely that there would at least be an utter abundance of many individuals from various demographics whatsoever: age, gender, finances, and social standing being rather nothing short from the standardized metallurgy of life.

Out of all the places within this otherwise small area in particular, there was one that stood out amongst the others no less: it was a tall home at first glance, made completely of timber and steel. The hip roof upon itself sloped down on all four of its very corners, providing a standard if diminutive shelter for each and every one of them rather ever so presently for the most part. There were a few shapely yet wholesome windows that while sharing the same geometric structure came in different sizes; of course, they were either closed off or obscured by blinds. Only a singular door had remained there to be a finishing touch as a gateway to this simplistic residence, bearing a fruity color reminiscent of an orange along with its texture and nothing more.

Anyways, one of the rays of sunlight managed to pierce through the looking glass within the frame, illuminating a rather small area of it with some distinctiveness. In that very location thereof, it had instantaneously stopped itself against a singular wall; as a result, its color was sparkling about in a faint hue of lavender. Within that small space that lit up in the process, there had remained a rectangular panel with a thick circular dial standing out within the middle of that space.

“Bee–dee–deep!” a sound rang out, scaring away the golden silence that once resided within these very confines.

It wasn’t long until the repetition of such a mechanical cry became the stimuli that quickly triggered another event to take place at once. Before long, they were sudden footfalls had come about in a slightly reckless abandon, each and every move making contact with the small dimensional boundaries surrounding itself. As the ringing continued itself onward, the noise pollution as of that very moment in time was gradually amplified by the sudden groans belonging to something that proved to be otherwise organic for the most part. Then, some quick footfalls were found to be creaking on and about all at once, its surface area beneath them presumably matching the texture of what was already outside despite being rather minimalistic at best. All that had come about in the process was a sudden grand slam that stopped such a sound, bringing the darkness back to almost complete silence already; of course, it would seem to be short lived.

Before long, a loud bump resounded within the darkness followed by a loud shriek, “OH, SON OF A–––!”

“Watch the language here…!” a nearby reply had instantaneously interrupted the previous exclamation in a small heartbeat, “you weren’t raised to become a low class loutish lady in the family!”

“Sorry, Uncle…!” the previous voice had suddenly said aloud afterwards in a bout of minor embarrassment.

It wasn’t long until a singular turn of the dial bathed the space in light, instantaneously chasing away the darkness as it become identified within all due time. The ceiling served as the foundation of such an illumination, suspended by about a few yards from the flooring as it provided guidance quickly. The partitions that currently held up the general composition were all dabbed in a salubrious coating of lavender wallpaper. The flooring itself was already basked in a tufted and orientated carpeting rich with a down–to–earth shade of auburn. The thin ray of sunlight that had already invaded the room was nearly blocked off by some golden curtains facing in the direction of the dial’s present location. A large bed had rested nearby the window frame, donned with a vermillion comforter with white sheets and pillowcase all slightly out of place. A tall dresser stood close by a short nightstand, both of them sharing a matching beige scheme; of the two, only the latter had a slender lamp and a clock standing upon it. In addition, there remained a pair of doors that were standing adjacent from the bedside with a share of wooden knobs.

Without any warning whatsoever, a singular hand found itself resting onto one of the items at once: its color and texture reminiscent of a cup filled with some creamy coffee. Some silver locks were shining brightly in the light, reflective of the clouds that obscured the skyward treasured from about as they were tied into a braid reaching past the neckline. Considering that the lids had now become wide open, the weary pupils were surrounded by a royal purple while the brows above them had remained edgy and slanted incline. The owner’s face was surely feminine, possessing a complexion that was smooth and soft like wet clay but otherwise dry for the most part. What had currently draped upon the very body was but a jet black satin camisole and some matching knickers, the former barely covering the navel whereas the latter remained evenly lined. Both of her two own feet were left bare as they had already become nestled in deeply into the flooring at once.

Standing up straight away, the silver haired occupant released her grip off of the chronometer and walked towards the dresser in a few seconds. At once, she opened it to pull out a few articles of clothing without hesitation: a green shirt, blue knickers, and some socks; of course, given the current attire thereof, it was only the beginning. Laying them all aside up on the bed, the silver haired occupant placed each of the three within her grasp and started to venture out of the room in due time.

With the door shut behind her completely, she turned towards the right side and found another door open ajar; in no time to be wasted whatsoever, the hallway separating between the two of them was not of much concern for walking distance: unlike the room, it was a little small in geometry. The slow yet steady change in temperature being suddenly felt by the silver haired occupant’s feet had currently showed only instantly that its flooring was composed completely of ceramic tiles in a floral arrangement. Instead of a cool color shade from before, its walls were adorned with a hot orange paint, burning brightly like an open flame yet cold to the touch no less. The ceiling however was colored in pastel white and it had but a single lightbulb where the running electricity just brought the area itself up to snuff in visibility alone. Its accommodations thereof were all firmly gathered within her line of eyesight at once: a toilet, a sink, a mirror, a cabinet, a hamper, a closet, and a tub with curtains being the very things that provided such relief in those eyes.

At this moment, the silver haired occupant now made it possibly sure enough prevent any unwanted intrusions by locking the door right away already. She went on to the closet door, pulling out a pink towel and an aquamarine washcloth from there within due time at once before turning her attention towards the bathtub. Already made aware of the current attire upon the silver haired occupant’s body, they were completely striped off of there at once; now, the brisk oxygenated atmosphere all around doused the dark bare skin. She soon stepped inside rather slowly and carefully, quickly closing the curtains along as well so as to shut out the cold air before it would even had the slight chance of following after her. The silver haired occupant soon took her dear time as to study what was now directly right in front: the nozzle was guided directly overhead as it hung from the walls with the mixer tap and its three handles rested underneath.

Calmly, she started to place her hand on one handle in the middle before arranging the others nearby; before long, a heightened pitch whine was followed by a deluge of water splashing upon the dark skin. As the cheeks upon the face became like garnet, the silver haired observer soon looked around to find a singular white bar of soap and started to expose them item to the downpour at once. Soon, it was wrapped around the aquamarine washcloth and scoured vigorously ‘til some thin line of foam came about in an instant; as a result, a brief sigh of relief escaped from her very lips.

Suddenly, a knock on the wooden door nearby caused the silver haired occupant’s ears to resound; quickly, it was followed by a simple yet short speech, “are you in there, Silver Spoon…?”

“Yes, I am, Uncle…!” the aforementioned listener replied at once, briefly facing the curtains at once, “just got in the shower…!”

“Breakfast will be ready in about fifteen; come on downstairs after you’re finished…” her uncle replied at once.

Turning back to face the running showerhead at once, the silver haired occupant only said calmly, “I will…!”

Afterwards, only the lukewarm water returned to the most dominate and sole source of sound for Silver Spoon to hear; of course, this alone would not even last. With a washcloth in hand, she touched her ears and dug inside of them with ease, using a single finger to do so before pulling out of there. Now its fabric and foam interfaced with the silver haired user’s face, scrubbing the pores cleanly and intently until it lower itself to the neckline briefly. Silver Spoon started to cover herself with soap underneath the cheekbones and around the arms, slathering spume across every part of the skin over them. Quickly, her moderate yet endowed cleavage was drenched in the same substance that she clothed herself in along with the torso and abdomen. More bubbles even formed as the silver haired occupant had scrubbed her legs and feet from top to bottom in the process.

When Silver Spoon became completely covered in the hot white foam, she moved towards the stream and reverted back to her original form at once as the suds simply slithered down into the drain. Afterwards, she had then turned the nozzle off completely all at once, quickly ceasing the concentrated inundation from making such contact with her dark skin within only a scant few seconds. Clad in only liquid moisture and gaseous steam all across the way, the silver haired occupant had now opened the very curtains back up simply to step out of the tub carefully as to avoid a sudden fall.

“You’re finished already, Silver Spoon…?” the eponymous individual had listened rather quickly, coming from the door in front of her at once to the point remembering who it had belonged to, “just letting you know I’m about to put the eggs on the griddle now; you want them scrambled or fried, lady?”

“Scrambled, sir…!” she had answered soundly while wrapping the pink towel around her very body compactly.

As the silver haired occupant started to dry her body off at once, she then had heard her uncle’s reply, “alright then, I’ll be meeting you downstairs when you come out…”

Silver Spoon strutted along towards the sink and found a red toothbrush along with some toothpaste resting on the side. As she carefully opened the cap up and placed it on the corner, the tube was lifted off into her grasp, squirting out a deep green semisolid in the process before returning to its previous location; afterwards, the bristles were raised up to her teeth and then they made contact. The silver haired occupant now felt her toothbrush running into the very mouth as it scoured over the enamel at once in such acute angles. Silver Spoon repeatedly circulated onward and about as she had guided the item to every part of her very own teeth within before pulling out from there in due time no less. The faucet within her line of sight was turned on almost instantaneously, giving her an opportunity to spit out the contents that accumulated inside since long before. As the water ran itself down into the drain, the silver haired occupant rinsed away the remaining residuals from the red toothbrush neatly before turning it off.

Now Silver Spoon quickly turned her attention towards the hamper, already made aware of the fresh new clothes stacked on top of them she had taken along earlier ago. First, she had begun to put the blue knickers upon her legs and then casted aside the pink towel off at once; soon, she dressed herself in that green shirt as well. Even though that the silver haired occupant was neither in a towel or in the altogether, the ceramic flooring beneath her instantly gave off a reminder to put on some socks at once which she had started to do. Sure enough, it was now time for Silver Spoon to leave the bathroom at once, feeling refreshed and renewed by the very experience thereof.

“Hah… what a relief…” she had sighed almost silently to herself all at once, simply feeling satisfied by the small turn of events, “better go put some shoes on before he sees me in my underwear…”

The silver haired occupant retraced her steps towards the bedroom and took some time to concentrate on what had already remained inside there all at once. While it may seemed that nothing much had changed at once, the angling of the sunlight however was a different story: it was reduced to a small thin strip barely touching the dial. Silver Spoon quickly noticed rather instantly how the covers were left slightly out of sync but otherwise remained in alignment for the most part.

Nevertheless, she then headed towards the double doors nearby and opened them to find an elongated array of combinations that could be worn over her body. Searching away for the one attire in question, the silver haired occupant soon found something upon a hanger: a light blue sweater with long sleeve was now within her grasp; in addition, she even found a taupe skirt to go and accompany it. Just as what was done before only so long ago, Silver Spoon instantly quickly donned the clothing in her grasp at once, covering up her abdomen and the thighs in the process. Tilting her very head only downward, she had quickly found a singular pair of some jet black low cut shoes resting on about amongst the line of footwear underneath in the process. Walking away from the adjacent wardrobe at once, the silver haired occupant went back to the tall dresser and opened it, pulling out a pair of eyeglasses as they now adorned her face in due time.

Silver Spoon now went out of the bedroom once again, this time turning to the left and instantly finding a stairway going downward already. Steadily, she soon stepped on and about upon the very ligneous surface and went further onto the beaten path that was taken. As the silver haired occupant made progress fit for an overseas pilgrim, she soon smelled a warm aroma invading both of her nostrils.

It wasn’t long at all in the very slightest until Silver Spoon finally reached her destination; compared to what she had seen upstairs, it was by far drastically different in the very slightest. The background overall was made up in an abundance of woodworking in and of themselves, each of them were in such various shades and textures all the more noticeable to the naked eye. There was some thin carpeting that was overlaying the flooring right beneath her very two feet, deep in some cooler colors with some intricate hues that can paint a picture in a lower resolution. Two windows were already well off into the short walking distance, each with their own set of drapes painted in a silken gold fabric compared to one she had her in very bedroom up above. Within the silver haired occupant’s line of eyesight was a large cabinet filled up with some accessories made in various metals and occasionally accompanied by some fabric up on display.

“I see that you’re here already, Silver Spoon; I’ve been waiting…” the same voice was heard once more with feeling, prompting the aforementioned listener to turn around and face the speaker at once: its identity belonged to a tall man. A set of some plain dark brown hair had been found to be making its very way down to the nape of the neck; its tresses were already completely free of any and all additional accessories compared to hers. Strafing around these very pupils, there were circles of blue making its way known for the brunette to see the silver haired observer rather clearly enough. On his body was but a simplistic white shirt already being overlaid by a blue vest that was left opened for Silver Spoon to see; in addition, he also had on some gray khakis being held together with only a black belt. A pair of some beige loafers was also being worn by the tall brunette, being only flat and lighter than her current choice of footwear to the point of covering his feet rather completely. In a stark contrast to the silver haired observer’s dark skin, he possessed a rather much brighter complexion from the other side of the spectrum.

Fidgeting the bright rimmed glasses, Silver Spoon said to the tall brunette at once, “I’m sorry about what happened earlier…”

“Don’t fret over the small stuff here…” he responded calmly with a smile, “let’s head on over to the kitchen now…”

“Okay then…” she choked out only hesitantly.

As a single hand rested onto the thin shoulder padding of the sweater, the two took the time to walk across the very space they were in; out of the two, the tall brunette spoke, “I can’t believe that you have grown into an adult so fast and in a few short years no less; those parents would have been so proud to see you.”

“I know, Uncle…” the silver haired occupant replied, “I just wish that–––”

“Say no more; you didn’t deserve to experience what had happened during the war long ago…” he had quickly interrupted, already taking note of Silver Spoon’s slowly growing hesitation at once.

At that very point in time, she found the brunette’s calm blue eyes staring into her and had said, “I just gotta ask; why did she had to suffer like this…?”

“That’s something I’ll never seem to understand…” he answered, shaking his head in shame, “fighting in a war doesn’t give anyone the right to do such things toward other people, enemy or otherwise…”

“Do you suppose that I… could have at least stopped them or… even her somehow, Uncle Silverstar…?” the silver haired occupant had slowly but surely asked the aforementioned listener all at once.

The tall brunette broke away from Silver Spoon and sighed softly, “I’m sorry… it would rather be best not to dwell on such things; besides, your mother, may she rest in peace, would have wanted you to live and be happy.”

“How…?” she simply stated within a scant few seconds, “how can it ever be possible after what she had done…?”

“Like I had said before, we live: it’s what she would have wanted for you to do; besides, the peace we had now obtained thanks to the Princesses shouldn’t ever go to waste lest the same things happen again…” he said to the silver haired female before slowly facing a nearby window at once.

As soon as Silverstar stared out into the looking glass, Silver Spoon spoke to him only slowly, “are you okay, sir…?”

“Oh, of course I am; now, run along and go eat your breakfast here…” the tall brunette quickly replied, sending her off out of his sight at once, “besides, the sooner the better; after all, we got a long day ahead of us today: no need to be late for the therapist since the Friendship Express will be leaving from Appleloosa here in less than an hour from now.”

“You’re right… I’ll be seeing you at table, uncle…” the silver haired female had spoke as her very footfalls slowly subsided into nothingness, no longer being heard by him.

As Silverstar stood firmly against the window, he remained calm on the outside but was now in deep though the whole time: it would seem that beneath the still frames of the environment itself, the silent melody whispered into his ears like a liquid snake’s tongue; then, he thought to himself, “so, it’s been years already since this small town had been able to see such a big war at all, let alone all of the homeland no less: I just wish that Serving Spoon was alive instead; her mother was such an positive influence on the young'un…”