Upbringing of the Administrator's Daughter [Closed (TG)]

[YellowApple]

This thread is intended to detail the childhood of future-Administrator Fostera "Frankie" Manzano, Administrator Amarillo Manzano's newly-adopted daughter, as part of a series of various threads detailing the YellowApplan transition into being fully FT. It'll span the course of about a decade, by the end of which the following will have occurred (to be detailed in other various threads as well as this one):

• Amarillo Manzano will formally adopt Frankie (done; that'll be mirrored in this opening post).
• Amarillo will marry his fiance, Samantha Cereza, who secretly holds prejudice against sapient equines.
• Samantha will struggle to adjust to being the adoptive mother of an equine, but will gradually begin to genuinely love Frankie as her own.
• Amarillo and Samantha will both be assassinated by covert operatives from Angrivantis via detonation of an explosive device during a dinner with Chief Secretary Deborah Laxton and her husband, Jerry, both of whom are also killed. Frankie, who was not present and thus survived, will be placed into the care of her godparents, Dr. James and Jessica Cavendish, who will continue to raise Frankie to the best of their ability.
• Frankie will be required to enroll in public education, and given her status as an alicorn, thus will take constant measures to hide her wings, such as wearing an equine-modified suit at all times - including underneath her gym clothes - with a Doctor's Note from one of James' colleagues, Dr. Norah Dolcetto, explaining that she has sensitive skin around her abdomen that must remain covered at all times.
• An election for the new Administrator will take place, and Jonathan Beacon will be voted into office, promoting Senior Representative Bastion Yorsets into the position of Chief Secretary of the Department of International Relations in Jonathan's place. Jonathan will prove to be quite belligerent in light of Amarillo's assassination, pushing for a full-scale invasion of Angrivantis, and will eventually turn YellowApple into more of a police state, conscripting men and stallions into service with the Aerospace Marines to conquer and brutally assimilate nations which are deemed to be "threats" to YellowApplan interests, resulting in a large number of new YellowApplan colonies worldwide. Additionally, he will begin to implement restrictions on freedom of speech and expression, while also disappearing those who criticize his ability to lead.
• Frankie will become popular through her natural leadership ability, and eventually become Class President during the final year of Novice Education, resulting in her earning her Cutie Mark, representative of her abilities in writing, composition, and leadership. She will subsequently win elections for Student Body President every semester of Secondary Education she is enrolled in. Her Vice President for each election will be her best friend, Colgate, the only individual outside of Frankie's family (and selected other individuals) which knows about her being an alicorn.
• Ten years after Frankie's initial adoption and Amarillo's assassination, Administrator Jonathan Beacon will suffer from cardiac arrest and die before paramedics arrive.
• Colgate, during a lecture on sapient equine genetics in her biology class, will be asked the number of confirmed members of the subspecies Equus sapiens regalis, with which she will accidentally blurt out "four". With bewilderment, her instructor will goad her into telling why she thought "four", leading into her classmates doing the same, until Colgate finally cracks and confesses that Frankie is an alicorn.
• A group of female classmates who were present during Colgate's confession will ambush Frankie in the gymnasium locker rooms immediately prior to the start of her physical conditioning class. The girls will thus forcibly remove her concealing suit, revealing Frankie's wings, and will manage to take several pictures before eventually being chased off, leaving Frankie to reconceal her wings and proceed about her day.
• The photographs will be published on the internet, and Frankie will thus begin to receive a large amount of media attention, in addition to a large number of both optimistic fans (who automatically look up to YellowApple's very own alicorn) and spiteful enemies (who consider her to be an abomination, believing Luna and Celestia to be the only true alicorns).
• Hearing of the Administrative Election, and with nothing to lose, Frankie will put herself forward as an Administrative Candidate, campaigning directly against Lead Admiral Phia'sa Soban and Lead General John Rico. She will promise a return to the golden age her "father" had envisioned and begun to create, and rally the support of the proletariat and bourgeoisie, both of which had been continually oppressed by Beaconian "reform" and poor fiscal judgement.
• Frankie will narrowly win each election round until finally winning the election, becoming the Third Administrator and Voice of YellowApple. She will begin to reverse the changes in policy implemented by Administrator Beacon and resume the economic and social growth that had been in full swing by the end of Amarillo's reign while also initiating the YellowApplan Exodus, moving more than half of YellowApple's population beyond Earth's orbit to roam the galaxy.

The OP of this particular thread starts with Frankie's discovery and adoption by Administrator Manzano, as described in the Equine Genome Project thread.

If you're interested in somehow participating in this storyline - perhaps RPing foreigners visiting the Cavendish family, or something like that - TG me. Otherwise, hope it's good reading

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Finally, the Automated Genetic Analysis Unit let out a positive-sounding chime. Its analyses were complete.

Before he could get out of his chair beside Frankie's examination bed, however, Dr. James R. Cavendish heard footsteps coming from the hallway leading into his laboratory. He thus stood up and turned toward the doorway to find himself staring into a pair of glowing red spheres shining through a pair of OLED-integrated sunglasses. A further glance up and down revealed that James was staring into the eyes of a man whose familiarity was quite present among every last individual who has ever called him or her own self a YellowApplan.

Administrator Amarillo Manzano stepped forward toward the seemingly paralyzed scientist, extending a gloved hand toward James.

"'Tis a pleasure to meet you in person, Dr. Cavendish. I apologize for the unannounced nature of my visit today; I found myself preoccupied with political matters. ¿What is your conscious status?"

"I... uh... I'm doing great... uh... Mr. Administrator... sir..."

"Please do not be frightened or nervous. 'Mr. Manzano', or 'Administrator', will suffice. I'm here to examine the progress of the Equine Genome Project. You are the chairman of the project, ¿correct?"

"Uh... um... Yes. Yes I am. ¿What would you like to see, Administrator?"

"I was hoping for you to tell me, Doctor."

A metallic, simulated chuckle then sounded from Amarillo's synthetic throat. As his laughter ceased, he then spotted something peculiar in the corner of his eye: the filly. He approached the foal and squatted down a bit with a smile across his artificial lips, bringing himself to eye level with the crimson-maned filly.

"¿What is your name, miss?"

James was the one to answer.

"S-She calls herself 'Frankie', sir."

Amarillo then turned back to James.

"She looks famished. I do hope that is not of your doing."

"N-No, sir. Not at all. I found her that-"

James stopped himself, but his cessation of speech was a fraction of a second too late.

"¿Found her? ¿Found her where, Dr. Cavendish?"

"I... I-I found her... in Astleyville. S-She was abandoned in an alley. She has no recollection of her parents, and she has no genetic record with the YellowApple Department of Domestic Relations."

"¿Did you report her to the Domestic Security Corps?"

"N-No..."

"¿And why not?"

"She..."

"Dr. Cavendish, please explain your reasoning in transporting an underage citizen of YellowApple outside of her population of origin without reporting her condition to the Domestic Security Corps."

"She... um..."

"Now, Dr. Cavendish."

"She's an alicorn, Administrator."

Amarillo looked back at Frankie, noting her horn and wings.

"Yes, I see that. ¿This is relevant how?"

"An alicorn. Equus sapiens regalis. A sapient equine expressing the phenotypical traits of Equus sapiens rinocerotis and Equus sapiens volaticus."

"¿And how does that justify you committing what is regarded as an act of kidnapping under the scope of YellowApplan law?"

"Administrator, she is the only one of her kind in YellowApple, and one of five known alicorns in the entire known universe. She is of the same subspecies as the Regal Sisters of Equestria themselves. I couldn't just allow her to become lost forever in the YellowApplan orphanage system. You wanted to know the progress of the Equine Genome Project, ¿correct? Well, here it is. This specimen is the key to unlocking many of the secrets of equine genetics and heredity. I..."

At this point, Amarillo was less than a quarter of a meter away from James, looking down into the scientist's terrified eyes.

"¿Have you already taken a sample of genetic material for you to work with, Dr. Cavendish?"

"Y-Yes, Administrator. One hundred milliliters of blood from the carotid. Ten percent of the sample has been consumed for automated testing purposes, which has just completed. I thus have foxty milliliters of genetic sample remaining, stored in a refrigeration unit."

"Good. Then you have all you need to perform your research on Equus sapiens regalis, ¿correct?"

"Y-Yes, Administrator."

"Very well. I am going to synthesize a... compromise."

"...alright then. ¿What is this compromise?"

"You are to turn over this 'Frankie' to me. You will mention absolutely nothing of her to anyone - even family and colleagues, and even within the Equine Genome Project - unless I grant you explicit authorization to do so on a per-individual basis. ¿Do you understand my dictation thus far, Doctor?"

"I, uhm, yes, Administrator. I understand."

"Good. I will arrive with the filly every ten days for you to continue your research as needed. In the event that you become aware of additional 'alicorns', you are to report immediately to me, and only me. ¿Is this understood?"

"Yes, Administrator."

"Excellent. In exchange, for as long as you adhere to the terms I have specified, you will not be reported for the criminal acts you have committed in bringing this foal outside of her original population group without proceeding through the Domestic Security Corps or the Department of Domestic Relations."

"Understood, Administrator."

"We are of mutual understanding then, which is most satisfactory. I do have business to attend to, so this concludes our conversation."

Amarillo then gently lifted Frankie off of the examination bed and placed her on the floor, prompting her to stand up on all four legs. Amarillo then turned back to James.

"¿Do you have a sheet of paper, Dr. Cavendish.?"

"Y-Yes, here."

James grabbed a sheet of rice-based paper from a printer adjacent to the laboratory workstation and handed it to Amarillo, who laid it on a medical workbench and, procuring a graphene-cased fountain pen, began to write.

Amarillo then stopped writing for a second in thought, before continuing after a few moments of contemplation. After a few more seconds of writing, Amarillo turned to Frankie.

"¿How old are you, Miss?"

"Four."

"¿And what is your birthday?"

"My... ¿my birthday?"

"Yes. ¿What is it?"

"Um... the forty-alst of Unuary, Admininistrator."

Amarillo smiled at her quite adorable mispronunciation of "Administrator" before continuing. After several more minutes, he read over what he had written upon the sheet of paper with satisfaction.

I, Amarillo Manzano, Administrator and Voice of YellowApple, hereby declare this document to be a record of YellowApplan law, and shall be regarded as such until otherwise terminated by Administrative Decree.

I hereby certify the birth of Fostera "Frankie" Samantha Manzano and her status as a citizen of the Nomadic Peoples of YellowApple.

I hereby declare her date of birth to be the Forty-Alst (4Ast) Day of Unuary of the year Nine Hundred Thirty Six (936) of the YellowApplan Calendar, and her location of birth to be Astleyville, YellowApple.

I hereby declare her father to be Amarillo Saffrono Manzano and her mother to be Samantha Cereza Rodriguez (to become Samantha Cereza de Manzano upon her marriage to Amarillo Saffrono Manzano).

I hereby declare Dr. James Richard Cavendish to be her godfather, and Mrs. Jessica Marie Cavendish to be her godmother, and for them to be declared her legal guardians in the event of the inability of Amarillo Saffrono Manzano and Samantha Cereza de Manzano to perform their parental duties.

I hereby certify, with my own signature, this document to be an official document of the Administrative Council of the Nomadic Peoples of YellowApple and henceforth enact its finality and validity as YellowApplan law.

Signed,


Amarillo Manzano
Administrator and Voice of YellowApple

Amarillo then placed the sheet of paper on the photocopier from which the sheet was initially taken and pressed the "Copy" button, resulting in a photocopy of the text to be ejected from the bottom of the copier within seconds. He then handed the copy to James.

"Peace and prosperity unto you, Dr. Cavendish."

As James stood there baffled, Amarillo and Frankie proceeded slowly out the door and down the long hallway until they turned a corner and were out of sight.

[YellowApple]

"¿You did what?"

Samantha was now quite distraught. She wasn't prepared to be raising a child at all, let alone a child that wasn't even human. This "pony" was quite suddenly sprung on her. One moment, she was living a life of relative luxury; the next, she was faced with a filly, and an alicorn filly to boot.

"¿Por qué, Amarillo? ¿Por qué?"

"Sam, you know full well that biological children between us are no longer possible. Lord only knows how much longer my brain will last, and I'd like to spend at least part of my life raising a child, a family."

"¿But why must it be a pony, Rillo? ¿Couldn't you have adopted a human child? ¿How will you explain this to your people? ¿Estás mal de la cabeza, mi amor?"

"I do not need to explain anything to my people. This is our daughter now. Fostera Samantha Manzano. Human, equine, or otherwise, she is our daughter, and YellowApple will love her no matter the circumstances."

"¡We can't raise an equine daughter, mi amor! ¿Por qué no hablar de esto conmigo?"

"There was simply no time. I am aware that you are not fond of equines, but this filly is just as deserving of our love as any other youngling in YellowApple. I am confident that we can make this work."

"Estás psicóticos, Amarillo... Fine. I'll be her mother. For your sake. Que Dios testimonio de que sus travesuras será la muerte de mí..."

Amarillo laughed, embracing his lover with a gentle and loving demeanor not normally characteristic of a man built from many mechanical parts.

"We will be wonderful parents, mi amor, and our daughter - our Frankie - will live a life of greatness. I know it, and you will know it too."

The two of them looked down at their bed, their new daughter, Fostera "Frankie" Manzano, sleeping in the pillows. Samantha pulled the comforters over the sleeping filly, tucking her in tight.

"Well I must admit," Samantha confessed, her heart warming a bit. "She is certainly quite sweet adorable, even for a pony. I see why you fell for her so quickly."

Samantha then placed a light kiss on Amarillo's synthetic cheek before placing a similar kiss on that of the sleeping filly.

"Buenas noches, mija."

With that, Samantha proceeded to the kitchen to fix herself a cup of cocoa before bed. Amarillo simply smiled; sure, the circumstances were quite unusual, but he finally had both the loving wife and the beautiful daughter he had craved for more than a century - no, two centuries. 'Twas two centuries since the loss he had endured so long ago. With the memories of a special woman in his heart - and the never-born son which vanished along with her - Amarillo finally leaned over, placing the closest equivalent to a kiss on Frankie's cheek as his artificial lips could manage.

"Goodnight, my daughter."

For the first time since long before YellowApple came to be, Amarillo Manzano finally felt whole.

[YellowApple]

"Alright, Frankie, now you try it. Levitate this pencil."

"But Ms. Sharpener, if you can't do it, how am I supposed to?"

"Because you have what I lack: a horn. Now try. Just clear your mind of everything but the thought of the pencil moving. You should feel a sensation throughout your horn. Try it."

Frankie thus stoop up on all four legs, took a deep breath, and stared down the pencil. To her astonishment, she felt an odd vibrating sensation in her horn and saw a white glow around the yellow CNRP/graphite pencil, and out of surprise she lost focus, the glow and the vibrating sensation disappearing.

"Don't let it startle you," Sharpener, her private tutor, said reassuringly. "Maintain your focus and try again."

Frankie took yet another deep breath, focused her sights on the pencil, and attempted to replicate the sensation she just felt. This time, as the glow appeared, she did not break her concentration.

"Good, Frankie. Now move it up."

All Frankie had to do was think about the movement; the vibrations of her horn thus seemed to be pushing upward, and the pencil floated into the air along with it. However, this once again surprised Frankie, causing the pencil to fly upward and ricochet off the ceiling, eventually lodging itself in the couch at a high velocity.

"Here," Sharpener said, grabbing another pencil from her bag and placing it on the coffee table. "Try again. And don't be afraid of it."

This time, it seemed to take less effort to get the pencil glowing and moving around. At this point, her thoughts drifted to eventually spinning it around, so that the tip of the pencil pointed downward at a sheet of paper on the table.

"Excellent," Sharpener commented. "Now write your name. Go ahead. Just let your thoughts do all the work."

Just by Frankie thinking of the letters, the pencil thus began to write. "F", "r", "a", "n", "k", "i", and "e" each appeared in a quite sloppy cursive. Frankie's head, however, began to hurt, and thus the pencil fell onto the table as she laid back on the couch in exhaustion. Sharpener smiled.

"Yes, this will be quite tiring at first. It takes a lot of practice. Keep working at it. When I come back tomorrow we'll see how well you're doing with it and try some flight exercises."

"Okay. Thank you Ms. Sharpener."

"Thank you for being such an excellent student, Frankie. I'll see you tomorrow."

As Sharpener departed out the door, Frankie curled up on the couch, eventually drifting off to sleep for a quick nap.

[YellowApple]

YellowApplan Day of Generosity

Frankie woke up bright and early on her own accord, before even Samantha and Amarillo were awake. It took her a moment of lying groggily in bed to remember why she was already awake, but when she did, she immediately leaped out of bed and fluttered her wings a bit as she descended upon the polyester-carpeted floor. By now, she had no difficulty at all with flight, at least compared to pegasi colts and fillies in her age group, and thus had equally little difficulty fluttering back up to push the touchscreen button for her bedroom door to open. Thus, out she went, galloping to the doors of the master bedroom and opening those doors as well.

Amarillo and Samantha, the latter curled up snugly inside the former's robotic arms, both awoke almost simultaneously to the sensation of tiny hooves bouncing up and down against their bodies, both of which were quite naked under the covers. Amarillo's eyes slowly flickered on to find Frankie's own eyes staring right into his and Samantha's and her lips curled into a happy beaming smile.

"¡Mamá! ¡Papá! ¡Wake up! ¡It's Hearth's Warming! ¡Come on!"

Amarillo's crackled voice was the one to answer.

"Yes, Frankie, indeed it is. Go downstairs and see if Saint Nickoltas filled our stockings.

As Frankie bounced happily out of the bedroom, Amarillo kissed Samantha just below her ear before climbing out of bed and donning a white spider silk robe. Samantha soon followed suit, pulling on a spider silk floral kimono over her sleepwear bra and panties. The couple thus exited the room and entered the living room to find Frankie sitting upright excitedly next to the synthetic coniferous in the center of the room, levitating chocolates out of a bright red stocking that was previously over the hydrogen fireplace.

While Amarillo proceeded directly to the couch, Samantha stopped by the kitchen to dispense two mugs of coffee before joining her lover on the couch to encourage her adopted daughter.

"Go on, Mija," Samantha said as she sat down. "Open your presents."

Almost immediately, Frankie grasped one of the many boxes underneath the tree that were marked for her and tore off the wrapping paper, revealing one of the popular "My Miniature Equine" fashion dolls. After a moment of gleeful proclamation, she proceeded to similar boxes, five of which holding the other five of the "My Miniature Equine" complete doll set - including the dress-making one, complete with a myriad of mix-and-match fashion accessories. After that were mostly outfits of all kinds - specifically tailored to hide her wings in public places - and a designer saddlebag, black and made from a mesh of spider silk and nanotubes for a fashionable yet durable accessory.

The last gift, however, was one in a completely different color of wrapping paper than the rest. Its contents were unknown to Amarillo, as Samantha had wrapped it without his knowledge. When she opened it, however, she stared into the box curiously before, after a long while, finally levitating what appreared to be an old brown stuffed teddy bear. Samantha finally explained.

"My Mamá gave that to me when I was your age, and my Abuela gave it to my Mamá when she was your age. I know it doesn't look like much, but it was my only toy when I was a child, and now it's your turn to cherish it."

Frankie stared at the bear again, noting the old button eyes and hand-embroidered lips and nose, before finally leaping up onto Samantha's lap and giving her mother a tight hug.

"¡Thank you Mamá! ¡This is the best present in the world!"

"Enjoy your toys, dear," Amarillo said. "And Happy Day of Generosity."

"Happy Day of Generimosity to you too, Papá."

As Frankie trotted off to play with her first wave of presents - with more to come throughout the day as Amarillo's colleagues and their families - and even Samantha's family - would eventually arrive for the full Day of Generosity celebration - Amarillo then procured a small, long box with a bow on it and handed it to Samantha.

"Here, Sam. I got you something too."

Samantha, however, was holding a larger box, and the two thus traded gifts and opened them at the same time. Inside Amarillo's box was a generously-sized bottle of vintage 2001 Glenlivet scotch, and in Samantha's was a a diamond-encrusted locket on a 24-karat gold chain, with a family photograph of Samantha, Amarillo, and Frankie slipped inside.

"It was my mother's," Amarillo stated. She gave it to me on her deathbed, saying that it shall be given to the woman I am to spend the rest of my life with. It's about time her dying wish was fulfilled."

"It's beautiful..."

Frankie hardly noticed her adoptive parents locked into a deep kiss, instead dancing around the tree with her teddy bear.

The first Day of Generosity with Frankie couldn't have gone any better.