//------------------------------// // School Day - Part 1 // Story: Rarity's Colt // by Mocha Star //------------------------------// The little herd reached the schoolhouse and Snickers stopped to look at it nervously. “C’mon, Snickers,” Sweetie Belle said, “we’re gonna be here with you the whole day, even if we don’t sit by each other.” “Wait, we can’t sit by each other?” Snickers asked and looked side to side at the fillies he was with. “Nope,” Scootaloo said matter of factly, “it’s usually first come first served on Mondays and the rest of the week we keep those seats. Most of the year we’ll just like where we sit, but then Miss Cheerilee will move us around if we’re being bothersome or if she feels we need ‘interact more’ with other foals,” she said making air quotes with her wings and forehooves. Apple Bloom walked ahead. “C’mon, we’ll try to sit beside each other. If we get in now--” “Hey, there’s the k-i-s-s-i-n-g herd!” A foal shouted from the playground and after a second or two of foals looking around their attention fell on Snickers’s herd. There was a hushed round of whispers then a deafening silence before the whole playground was filled with a familiar chant. “Kissing, Kissing, in a tree! They’re all special somepony’s. First come the herd, then comes the marriage, then they mate until there’s a baby in a carriage!” Even Snickers couldn’t stop the blush that colored his cheeks at the silly, childish chant that was similar to what he knew and had heard on occasion back home. Only this seemed more personal since it was, actually, personally directed at him and his herd. Snickers was at a loss on what to do against up to seventeen children all teasing him for his life choices. He couldn’t swear them down, because it would make so much more trouble and give every one of them more ammunition for later. He couldn’t shout or attack for the same reason. He rocked between his hooves and noticed his fillies trying to hide their faces behind their forelegs. In a moment that he’d never forget, he felt a deep seeded instinctive desire to protect them from the bullies in the most irrational way a child with adult experiences in his position could. Snickers moved to Scootaloo, picked her up so they were both standing on their hind legs, and pressed his lips to hers. The yard fell silent, Scootaloo’s wings went rigid; that was when Scootaloo felt his breath on her snout and inhaled, accepting his breath. Scootaloo’s hind legs went so weak she collapsed like a sack of potatoes.  Landing on all four hooves, Snickers sidestepped the mindless pegasus and wrapped a foreleg around Apple Bloom’s neck and pressed his lips to hers. Unlike with Scootaloo, Apple Bloom reciprocated and in a sudden twist Snickers wasn’t expecting, she wrapped a foreleg over his neck and turned quickly so she was cradling him in her foreleg. Their eyes were wide open and they looked at one another the whole six seconds the kiss lasted.  With a surprising pull, Apple Bloom righted Snickers to his hooves and the hapless colt stumbled over his own legs while the farm filly guffawed at the stirring emotions roiling inside her.  Wind, rustling leaves… the creak of a see-saw. Not another sound could be heard nearby, not even from a trio of gossiping mares that were passing who stopped at the teasing and gawked at the kisses. “Students, class will begin shortly,” Miss Cheerilee called from the doorway, taking in the quiet of the area with furrowed eyebrows. She looked at everypony and noticed they were all looking at Sweetie Belle and her friends, the faint memory of a rumor that the CMC was in a herd with the colt she’d tested ran through her mind. “And Snickers, it’s so nice to see you again,” she called out and stepped down the stairs onto the dirt road. Snickers was blushing and had a drunk look about him, bringing new worries to the teacher. She’d read his report and knew he may have an issue with drinking. Snickers blinked and grinned at her, sitting on the ground. “Hey, Miss Cherry,” Snickers said and snickered, “can I pop you?”   Miss Cheerilee gasped and covered her mouth, glancing around to make sure no one heard him. She swore she heard a quiet laugh from above her, but didn’t see anypony when she looked up. “Well, Snickers, I hope you have a good excuse for what you just said, otherwise I’ll have to call Rarity to come talk about this.” Snickers shook his head. “Nah, Ah’m ‘gewd’,” he slurred his speech and giggled when he saw Scootaloo slowly picking herself up on shaky legs. Apple Bloom was standing as tall and as proud as a show pony on stage, daring anypony to say anything about what had just happened. No foal took the challenge. “Miss Cheerilee,” Sweetie Belle finally said, breaking the growing tension, “we’re okay and sorry…” she gave the best pouty face she could without going over the top, “we were being teased and then Scootaloo kissed Snickers and then they both got kinda loopy,” she said and looked at her teacher, eyes full of sorrow. “I promise we won’t do this again, right?” Sweetie asked and got a nod from her herdmates.  Miss Cheerilee looked between the four and sniffled. “Fine, but I’d like to see you inside before class begins, Snickers. It’s about your test and placement.” Snickers was getting his bearings again and blinked owlishly several times. “Oh… yeah… wait, Miss Cheerilee,” Snickers said facing her. “I’m really sorry about what I said just now, it slipped out and I couldn’t put it back in once it happened.” There was another laugh from above and this time several ponies looked up to find the source before giving up. “It’s alright, sweetie. Just try to keep your language thoughtful and your mind on the task of learning with your peers, nothing else,” Cheerilee said with a little hint of disapproval at the end. Snickers nodded. “I won’t. I mean, I will. I mean, I’ll be good.” Miss Cheerilee smiled widely. “Great, I’ll see you inside in just a minute then.” Snickers looked at the school yard and noticed some of the foals began to start playing again, leaving Snickers and his herd to head to the schoolhouse with awkward blushes and feeling stirring in their minds and bodies that they didn't understand, and in Snickers’s case he didn’t want to have again, but couldn’t stop. Snickers kept thinking about the kissing he was getting and how he lost himself to instinct so much over the past couple days. Being around the fillies had brought out a desire at times at protect them through advice or action such as helping them build a bench to convincing them that trying to inspect the dam were only effective to a point and the safety of dam inspection was something that had to be learned over time, not just on the spot. Not to mention the security he felt. There was something about being with them that emboldened him to do things he wouldn’t normally do; perhaps in his former life as an adult or as a highly intelligent colt. He was ready and willing to kiss two fillies in front of over a dozen onlookers just to prove a point that he was the alpha male in the herd and wouldn’t be challenged. Now, Snickers was walking into the schoolhouse alone, without his herdmates by his side for the first time that morning. His eyes lingered on Scootaloo, who looked back at him longingly and was obviously saddened to watch him go while Apple Bloom and Sweetie Belle were whispering to one another. Snickers turned his attention forward and walked into the threshold to a new chapter in his new life. “Hello, Miss Cheerilee. Should I sit on my rump or in a chair?” Cheerilee was sitting at her desk, intently reading something. “On a chair, one doesn’t sit in a chair…” she said and blinked, looking up to Snickers and realizing he was there. “Oh, I was gonna try digging a hole in the damn chair and climbing into it, thanks for the info,” Snickers said. His ears drooped at the look he got from Cheerilee. “It sounds like you need a soaping,” Cheerilee said and noticed the sound of him gagging through closed lips, “but that’s not what we’re here about. I’ll have you know, though, that I am permitted to correct attitudes as I see fit as a teacher. Normally I take a passive stance, but with language like yours, I’d gladly be more authoritative. Now, take a seat front and center.” Cheerilee pointed to the seat all normal children across all realities hated and Snickers sat at the desk, surprised it was actually comfortable and actually molded to his body and sitting posture. “Woah,” he exclaimed when the seat moved slightly conforming and moving him closer to the desk, but not too close, then softened as though he were sitting on a cushion, “what the fucking shit?! This chair’s fucking awesome,” Snickers said with a toothy grin, looking past his blank flank. A stack of papers slapped onto the desk getting his attention just a second before he felt a sharp pain on his left ear. Snicker glanced aside and saw Cheerilee biting his ear and when she tugged he had no choice other than to move. She guided him under her; with his ear in Cheerilee’s teeth and her barrel pressing into his back, he was led out of the schoolhouse and around the side towards a water pump. Scootaloo galloped up with worry across her face and in her features. “Snickers, what’d you do? Oh no,” she whimpered, “you said bad words again, didn’t you? Miss Cheerilee, he’s sorry and won’t do it again, honest…” Scootaloo pleaded. Her friends ran to her side and walked along Snickers’s guide.  “I’m sorry,” he said and gasped in pain when Cheerilee tugged his ear a little more. “Girls, keep back. Snickers is in trouble, not you.” Cheerilee said to the three fillies who stopped and watched their colt walked to the spigot. Scootaloo, in a rare show of public emotion, turned her face into Apple Bloom’s shoulder and whispered something Snickers couldn’t hear. Snickers did notice several foals paying him attention from across the yard and around him from their own areas playing various games in the grassy land. Cheerilee let his ear flop free and Snickers tried to rub it, but his forelegs were trapped behind hers. Snickers wondered how she was going to soap him, slightly glad she’d get a taste of the punishment until he saw it was soap on a rope that she grabbed with her lips, not teeth. The soap dangled four inches from his muzzle. “Do you know what to do, or should I hold you down and teach you?” Cheerilee asked with a little remorse. Snickers sighed a sigh that he felt in his heart and then leaned forward, opened his mouth, and bit onto the bar, holding it in his mouth. Cheerilee held the rope and foals chanted a count through twelve. At the number, Cheerilee tugged the soap and he let it fall from his mouth, the horrid flavor of cheap generic soap filled his mouth and he tongue had rubbed against it in a much more natural way than Rarity had done to him on his first day. Snickers had the feeling he’d be getting a bit or two in the jar when he got home for what he was going to tell his mom about her soaping method.  “What do you have to say, Snickers?” Cheerilee said from above him. Snickers looked up and saw her head cocked to the side and her eyes looking down on him again. “I’m sorry for swearing, Miss Cheerilee. I can’t promise it won’t happen ever again here, but I’ll do my best to not let it.” Cheerilee nodded and swung the soap up and back onto its cradle. She lifted a foreleg slightly and the pressure holding him was eased enough for him to squeeze out from under her and to the faucet. Scootaloo and Apple Bloom had gotten there while he apologized and had just started pumping fresh, icy cold water for him to rinse his mouth out with. Snickers felt a smack on his flank and he sputtered water out of his muzzle and dipped his head under the stream of water, dowsing him. “What the hay were you thinking?” Sweetie scolded him when he looked back to see who had struck him. Snickers went back to rinsing and swishing water to get the soap from between his front teeth. “You were in there for thirty seconds! I have to tell Rarity about that, and I hate being a tattletale, but that wasn’t a good thing to do.” Snickers stepped back and looked at Sweetie Belle, then to the teacher behind her by a few steps watching and making sure everything was okay. “Snickers, come back in when you’re done and we’ll go over your scores. I apologize for this, but standards have to be set and swearing is not tolerated in Equestrian schools, and it’s not by order of the EEA, it’s common sense.” Cheerilee turned and went back into the schoolhouse while Snickers finished rinsing his mouth to the best of his ability. Snickers stepped back and shook his head to dry it somewhat and stepped around Sweetie Belle. “Hey, where do you think you’re going?” Scootaloo shouted and ran to him. “Are you okay, hun? Let me see your mouth, do you have any soap you missed? I can’t believe she did that to you,” she said and hugged him before he could answer any of her questions. Apple Bloom shoved him at his shoulder. “Yer lucky Ah didn’t hear it, or Ah’d give yer snout a good whack fer that one. Scootaloo, let him go so he can get started,” she said and tapped Scootaloo’s foreleg. “Snickers, Ah swear that if ya keep swearin’, Ah’m not gonna be part of this herd no more.” Snickers pouted when she said that. “Don’t shit about it,” Scootaloo whispered into his ear behind her hoof. Scootaloo finally stopped hugging him and brushed her lips across his as she backed up from him. She smiled slyly while Snickers wondered about what he’d just heard Scootaloo whisper. He nodded to Scootaloo, Apple Bloom, then Sweetie Belle and walked after Miss Cheerilee back into the schoolhouse with talking that obviously included his name this time. Snickers took his seat and clenched his teeth, held his lips tight, and tried to ignore the seat molding to him. Miss Cheerilee tapped the papers on his desk with a proud smile. “So, your scores are in and, I have to say that I’m very impressed. You have test scores worthy of getting you into high school, if you choose after you’re done here. Your math is better than mine to the point I had to have Twilight Sparkle help me with some of the answers you gave. Your knowledge of science, engineering, accounting, and writing are on the level of some professors Twilight and I know of. “Given your age, though, you’re not expected to know a lot about sociological matters and geography as much as an adult, which is why you’re going to be staying here until you show an aptitude with those areas, and build better skills with social interactions. I understand you’ve joined your first herd,” she asked. “Yes, with Scootaloo and Apple Bloom… and I guess Sweetie, but she was there before I was.” “It’s fine,” Miss Cheerilee said and took the papers in a hoof and pressed them to her chest while walking back to her desk, “you’re not actually family so it’s not incest,” she said and her ears perked. “Oh, incest is sex between family members. Oh… do you know what sex it?” Cheerilee asked with concern that she was rushing topics. Snickers smiled slyly. “Better than most ponies older than you would know, I’m sure.” The papers fell to the floor. Cheerilee turned to face him and he rolled his eyes. “Not with them,” he gestured out the doorway to the three fillies sitting in a triangle and playing what looked like pattycake. “I used to have sex all the time, though. But, it was a while ago since I got some action,” Snickers looked down and remembered last night and Scootaloo’s body pressed against that part of himself. “Snickers,” Cheerilee said with a shaky voice, “y-you’re s-serious? And you’re not even six yet?” Snicker shrugged. “I’m in my forties, but now I’m probably five or six. Way too young to get my…” he glanced out the door and then back to his future teacher, “yeah, I won’t be doing that part of herding until I’m older, so don’t worry about that. I can’t take their innocence, just look at them,” he gestured to his fillies and Cheerilee sighed in relief. “That’s great to hear, but if you ever have any worries or concerns that you may have that desire, please speak to an adult. Even adults without physical experience can offer better advice than you’d expect. And if you have urges that compel you to want to have sex, please,” Cheerilee said sternly, “speak to an adult as soon as they happen. Even if it’s in the middle of the night or during class. I’m willing to take a private moment to discuss such matters with you and have you get the help you need to prevent anything from happening that you may not be ready for.” Snickers sighed. “Yeah, foals, I get it. If I start to get the urge to hump a filly, don’t. That is not going to be a problem,” he said slowly and clearly. “I respect females too much to just jump on them to sate my desires. That happened to me too many times and I’ll geld myself before I rape somepony.” Cheerilee was awash in a mix of pride for the colt, worry for his past, and concern for his future with what he’d just said.  Instead of continuing a potentially long and existential conversation, Cheerilee nodded and picked up the papers, put them on her desk, then called the other students in. Seeing Snickers in an unfavorable seat, Scootaloo rushed to sit behind him with her friends at her sides. Silver Spoon shoved her way to sitting in the seat to his left while Featherweight took a seat to his right, not really showing any interest in Snickers beyond a sidelong glance. Silver, on the other hand, was looking at him from the corner of her eye and kept dropping things between them, leaning down to get the items and looking into his eyes every time. Silver also spent a lot of time playing with her braid and even took her glasses off and brushed her forelocks a couple times while flipping her head and looking past him out the window, obviously trying to show off to him. The sound of quiet growling from Scootaloo kept stopping Silver’s ineffective advances to the point that the grey filly had once turned back and stuck her tongue out at Scootaloo when Cheerilee wasn’t looking. “So, class, who can tell me when Alliance Worker negotiated the end of the feud between the Acorn family and the Pine Nut family?” Cheerilee asked the class. There was complete silence until a voice from directly behind him spoke up.  “Wasn’t it 2113?” Scootaloo asked, getting Snickers’s attention and surprise, not expecting her to answer or to be acknowledged by Miss Cheerilee. “Exactly! Thank you Scootaloo, for paying attention last week. So, during the treaty, Alliance was able to…” Miss Cheerilee started writing on the board with her tail to the class.  Snickers turned back and winked at Scootaloo, catching Sweetie Belle’s nod of approval. Scootaloo curled her tail around herself until most of her tail was on her lap. Scootaloo pressed a forehoof through the hairs until she felt her soft flesh covering her firm muscular flexible tail and her mind started to wander to the previous night and touching Snickers while he was asleep and since she didn’t have anywhere to move her forelegs, one went over his side while the other moved and gently held her stallions gift to mares. His mares. Her. If I give myself to him, he won’t leave me. I can be with him and neither of us’ll be lonely anymore, and I’ll get to be a real mare, and maybe I’ll get my cutie mark. A heart with his initials would be nice.  Scootaloo whimpered as she stroked her tail until a pencil landed on her desk and rolled between her legs, bringing her back to reality before she got too far into her fantasy. Scootaloo looked left and right to her grinning friends that knew full well what Scootaloo was doing. Sweetie pointed across the tables and they all noticed Silver Spoon with her tail in her lap and her hoof brushing through her tail hairs. The trio snickered and giggled quietly, getting Miss Cheerilee’s attention for a second quieting them immediately. Apple Bloom leaned to Scootaloo and whispered, “Ah wonder if she’s thinkin’ of our herd alpha, too, lover girl.” Scootaloo blushed and shook her head in denial, daring to say nothing or she’d get all the wrong kinds of attention. Scootaloo let her tail go and it fell naturally, the pencil was carefully grabbed by Scootaloo’s hoof and then she blushed, sliding it into her desk because it was unusable until it dried. Sweetie Belle leaned to Scootaloo next. “Hey, you better not be tickling you tail with my nephew.” Scootaloo sat straight and seemed like the perfect student for the next three minutes, listening to the teacher prattle on about number counting systems and their various uses. Scootaloo, instead, spent a lot of her time recalling the feeling of sharing a breath with her first colt, who was the most important colt in the world, because he was hers; she just happened to be sharing him with her best friends. “Okay, recess time,” Miss Cheerilee eventually called after hours passed and little information was passed on to Snickers he didn’t already know or simply didn’t care about. The foals in class rushed from the single room and out into the sunlight. Snickers and his herd played tag with others, ate a snack, played on some playground equipment, and talked with other classmates about being in a herd and how long it might take for them to start kissing their future herdmates. Snickers noticed with a bit of unhappiness that the talk across the schoolyard had a lot more implied sexual undertones to it than he’d expected and he worried he was the sole cause for it by his actions before school with Scootaloo and Apple Bloom.  Nearing the end of the long recess, Snickers sat with Scootaloo nuzzling him casually with Applebloom doing the same from either side of him as they lay in the shade of a tree. Snickers and his fillies looked around the schoolyard and sighed, never having felt more content, comfortable, and safe then he did at that moment.  Sweetie Belle giggled and walked beside Scootaloo. “So, did you tell Snickers you were tickling your tail during class?”  Scootaloo gasped, freezing in place with her eyes darting between Snickers and Sweetie Belle. Apple Bloom snickered. Snickers looked between Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle. “What’s that mean?” Apple Bloom fell to her side laughing, Sweetie giggled like a schoolgirl, which she was, and Scootaloo lay her bright red head on the grass and covered her head with her forelegs. Snickers had a slight inkling of an idea what they meant, but he dismissed it. “C’mon, tell me! Now I gotta know,” Snickers insisted far more than he was pleading by anypony that heard him, for certain. Sweetie tried prodding Scootaloo into answering, finally giving up and choosing to tell Snickers. “Well, every filly gets these feelings that aren’t the same for colts,” she started and in Snickers’s mind, he regretted asking since the answer was going to deal with parts of a small mare he didn’t want to discuss, but out of respect he didn’t stop her. “When a filly has these feelings,” Sweetie continued, “there are a few safe ways to make them go away. Miss Cheerilee helped us learn some ways while Doctor Cottage taught the colts later in the class. One of the easiest is for us to brush our tail with the round part of our hooves until the feeling gets really big, then goes away.” Snickers sighed quietly. “So, masturbation, then?” he asked and this time it was Sweetie Belle’s turn to look shocked. Apple Bloom tapped Snickers’s leg. “You can’t say that, it’s a grown up word for mating.” Snickers rolled his eyes and elbowed Scootaloo. “It’s a word that means you touch yourself because its more efficient than having someone help you.” Scootaloo groaned and lifted her head, flecks of grass falling onto the ground when she lifted her head. “Okay, I’m busted! I did it,” Scootaloo said and then became defensive. “But both of you do it too. I bet even Snickers does it.” Apple Bloom and Sweetie Belle quickly came to the same conclusion, they hadn’t bothered to explore further during their filly talks when Snickers wasn’t around.  “Yeah, every filly does. Miss Cheerilee says it’s okay during class as long as we don’t bother other ponies or interrupt the less, but when has Snickers done it? We never see him do it,” Sweetie asked openly, embarrassing Snickers into stunned silence. “You’re right. He’s had almost no time alone with us there, when could he?” Scootaloo asked, gladly deflecting the conversation off of herself.  The fillies shared a look, then cautiously looked at Snickers. “Or how,” Sweetie Belle asked for them. Scootaloo looked at Snickers slyly while Apple Bloom cocked her head and twitched her ear, both trying to get an answer from him without words. “So…” Scootaloo hummed, “how do colts tickle their tails?” Apple Bloom smiled slowly. “Or, do ya tickle under yer tails? Them hangers gotta be good fer more than show, right?” “Or is it your penis? Do you have to tickle that… thing?” The fillies grimaced and actually leaned away from him a little. Scootaloo stuck out her tongue. “How do you walk around with those things, anyway? They just hang out whenever for no reason sometimes and they look weird.” Apple Bloom agreed. “Yeah, and they’re so big! How d’ya not get’m stuck on the ground sometimes? Wouldn’t that hurt, like stoppin’ ya suddenly like that?” “They’re not really made of sticks and stones, Apple Bloom, that’s just silly” Sweetie added, “mares just say they’re hard as a rock and something about morning wood. What do mares mean when they say that, Snickers?” “Hey, that’s a good question,” Scootaloo said sternly, like she realized she asked but never got an answer, “how can a penis be made of rocks and wood? Does it change from morning to night?” The fillies gasped, all realizing something at the same time. “Are all stallions actually cursed?!” Sweetie asked loudly. Scootaloo and Apple Bloom leapt to their hooves and stood beside Sweetie Belle leaving Snickers with nopony beside him and feeling alone and very on the spot. “If yer cursed, does it spread ta mares when ya start matin’? Is that why mah cousin said it hurt ta walk after a date?” Sweetie took a step back from Snickers. “Or why Rarity jokes about walking funny with her friends?” Scootaloo frowned at Snickers, who was slack jawed and actually blushing so much he was feeling dizzy from all the blood rushing to his head. He was starting to hear a ringing after each question asked; and without time to think he colt brain was overloaded. “Girls, I think,” Scootaloo said buzzing her wings twice, “that stallions have cursed penisus! And the cure is actually in a mare’s vagina, and that’s why stallions love to mate so much when they’re in a herd,” she said sagely and got agreeable hums from her friends beside her. “So, when we mate with Snickers, we can be his cure!” The other fillies made retching sounds. “Gross! I don’t wanna mate until I’m at least seven or even nine! I’ll take my Silphium like rational mares until I’m ready to have a foal.” “Me, too. Ah’m not lettin’ some stallion,” Apple Bloom looked at Snickers, “or colt… put anythin’ of his under my tail ‘til Ah’m ten! Ah’ve got responsibilities on the farm and who knows what’ll happen between when Ah have mah first estrus next year and when Ah’m ready ta foal.” Both fillies looked at Scootaloo, who was looking at the sky and trying to not give an answer. “Well, Scootaloo. How you do feel about mating?” Sweetie Belle asked. Scootaloo gulped loudly and then looked at her friends and bit her bottom lip, whining as the pressure she felt from her friends became unbearable. “I… don’t really see a problem waiting for Snickers to be ready,” she said weakly. Snickers finally had had enough and passed out.