//------------------------------// // Just Stuff Happening // Story: Rarity's Colt: A New Life // by Mocha Star //------------------------------// Snickers sighed contentedly and wiggled a little deeper into the sand under his belly. A thunk sound  twitched his ears, but he didn’t move to look away from the ponies playing in the lake. He hummed a quiet song to himself as time passed and the sun warmed his body and the moment warmed his soul.  “Hey,” Diamond Tiara said settling next to him, disrupting his moment, “I was thinking about stuff, and, well,” she caught his eye and he looked at her reluctantly. Snickers felt his smile falter. “I think I got too excited and… you’re not gay, are you?”  Snickers felt himself grow confused about how to feel and respond. “Well, no… but I was gonna tell you tomorrow, honest.” Diamond exhaled quietly with a nod. “I thought it was too good to be true. Is Kiwe gay?” Snickers shook his head. “Oh… I guess I’ll just go away then.” Snickers moved and put a hoof on her foreleg. “Don’t go, please.” Diamond Tiara pulled her foreleg away from his touch. “Why? You’re no good to me anymore,” she stated factually and lifted her snout. Snickers was not buying it. “I wanna be a good friend, and I won’t do anything sexual with you that you’re not comfortable with, and I promise I’ll never try to coerce you into having sex with me. We can hang out, talk about cute fillies and colts, we can braid each other’s manes and tails and take baths together and play and talk about whatever bothered us that day.  “I don’t want to lose you as a friend just when you finally opened up to me and let me into your heart and life. You need me, too; I can tell from how you acted when you walked in on me and Kiwe… before you jumped on my back and made me swallow his cock,” he smirked at her blush. “I didn’t notice, honest. I thought you two were about to have your fun and I was interrupting and you were so embarrassed you ran away.” “Ha, no… but,” he looked around and leaned closer to Diamond to speak softly, “can I tell you a secret?” “Um… okay? Sure, why not.” Snickers twitched his right ear. “I liked it, feeling his hard cock in my mouth.” Diamond inhaled and smiled widely. “The saltiness, the softness covering the hardness, the way it twitched in my throat… sweet Celestia, I’d do it again if he didn’t tell me not to.” Diamond looked around and giggled. “Really? So, you’re not gay, you say?” She asked with a sly knowing smirk.  “No, but I might be bisexual. At the least, maybe I’ll just like giving stallions blowjobs when I’m an adult for a few extra bits,” he snickered. Diamond Tiara rested her forehoof on his foreleg. “Okay, maybe we can be friends; as long as you don’t turn into a horny colt or stallion and try to get under my tail, that is.” Snickers crossed his heart. “I won’t, I promise. So, what about your sexualness?” Diamond shook her head. “Not yet, tell me more about a stallion’s penis and what it’s like.” “Why do you wanna know? It’s not like you’re gonna touch one, right?” “Well, I can still be curious, cock for brains.” Snickers’s ears perked and turned towards Diamond. “Oh, really? Me and Rainbow play that game, are you sure you wanna take a try against me?” “What game? Oh, you mean the one where mares are best and all stallions are colts that can’t handle a couple bad words?” “Challenge accepted,” Snickers said scooting to face her completely. “So, how many ponies have to lick you like a lollipop before you’ve had enough and give one your creamy center?” “Enough to make a stallion die trying, like you when you try to find a mare to mount.” “Glad it won’t be you; you’re gonna be a dry hump for mares twice your age without lube.” Diamond snickered shortly. “Oh, you’re gonna need lube for when some stallion shoves his foreleg into your ass until you cum a couple drops from your tiny little balls.” Snickers bit his lip to hold back a laugh and furrowed his brows. “Really? I bet if I stuck a broom handle up your ass I could give you to Barnyard Bargains and have you sold as a discount hoe that nopony would want.” Diamond lasted two seconds before she fell to her side laughing and Snickers was right after. They rolled side to side in the sand bonding as close friends in a way more than they both knew they needed until that moment. “So,” Snickers said once they’d calmed down. He reached up and nudged Diamond’s tiara slightly into its proper place. “Are we friends now?” Diamond tapped her chin. “Hmm, let’s see. Funny, check. Good listener, check. Does whatever I tell him, no check; which is good. Last, gay… well, Silver Spoon’s gay-ish and we were super close, so I guess you’re friend material,” she said waving a forehoof at him. “No, go get me some lemonade.” Snickers blinked at her. “Wait, are those seriously your rules for being a friend?” Diamond giggled. “No, and I’m glad you didn’t believe me or do what I just said. The last thing I need is a servant or a yes-mare, even Silver Spoon stood up to me and showed me she was beta mare material.” “Why not alpha mare?” Diamond laughed loudly. “Yeah, nopony’s gonna be alpha mare in my herd but me,” she said puffing herself up a little before deflating; she began digging a small hole in the sand between them. “I’m sorry I’m so difficult to be around, Snickers.” Snickers replied kindly. “Hey, it’s fine. You’re true to yourself and that’s what matters. ” “Hey, that’s that weird language you speak! How do you say my name, I bet it’s totally amazing,” Diamond asked excitedly. Her ears were focused on him as well as her eyes meeting his. “Um, okay… you name is .” Diamond scrunched her muzzle in a cute way that got Snickers to giggle quietly. “That just sounds weird. <‘Clarou Flablablabla’>... how can you say that so easily?” Snickers rolled his eyes. “Uh, that was awful and you didn’t even try. “, you have use your tongue more at the center to make the <’mond’> sound and the back of your throat to make the <’ia’> sound. Try it now.” Diamond thought it over and after asking him to repeat her name three more times, she was ready. “ How was that? Perfect, right?” Snickers grinned. “That was amazingly close, actually! Pony’s aren’t really designed to speak that language, so it takes a little extra effort to think about making the sounds, especially since the sounds are made to be used by a member of the great ape family, not evolved equines.” “Yeah, yeah, how close was I that time?” “Well, I’d say about ninety percent.” “Cool! What about… water? How can I say that?” Snickers looked at the lake and smiled. “ Easy and important.” “Hmm. Did I say it right?” Snickers snapped his attention to Diamond when she said it correctly with wide eyes. “You said it greatly, actually. I thought I heard someone actually saying it, it was so close to perfect,” he said, heaping praise on the already proud filly. “Yes, yes, I know I’m great, thank you, thank you,” she mock bowed to an imaginary crowd. “So, I can say what else can you teach me? How about that electric wiring stuff, it sounds pretty easy.” Snickers laughed this time. “Girl, you aren’t ready for the challenge of electrical engineering at my level.” “Why the hay not? Mares can do anything, that’s why we have to teach colts like you how to do them; because we’re better,” she said snidely. “Plus, I really wanna know, now,” she said crawling closer and starting the pleading puppy eyes. “Stop with the drama, let me tell you something. When I was a kid I was hooked up to a machine and over a month I had twenty years of schooling pumped into my head, then I was given a teacher to help me use my skill in the real world. Most of that schooling went away, because brains aren’t made to hold that much information being pumped into it. “What didn’t go away is crammed into the long term area of my brain and is more muscle memory than actual thought, like catching a ball or jumping over a puddle; you don’t think about doing it, you just know you want it done and your body does the rest. I can understand things, and I know things, that you won’t ever be able to understand, Diamond Tiara, and it really sucks. “I feel alone, so alone sometimes. I know I’m not, because everypony’s here, but what I know and have done and gone through to be the pony I am… I don’t know if I can ever feel complete with having to be with a pony that loves me and wants to be around me, that can understand me, too.” Diamond sniffled. “That was so way off from what I was thinking you were gonna say… but can I be your friend, the friend that you need? Because I understand and I get you better than I thought I did.” She wiped her eye with her leg. Snickers nodded. “Sure, let’s be mostly gay friends.” Snickers raised a forehoof and Diamond looked at it, then at the lake of ponies playing and flying around. The Launcher sent a pony flying and Diamond sighed at the tranquility of the moment. Diamond got up and walked around to Snickers’s side and lay beside him, but not touching. “I think this is what friends like us need, more than a hoofbump and less than that kiss I gave you that one day… and today.” Snickers cocked his head slightly and his right ear twitched. “You didn’t kiss me today.” Diamond leaned close and kissed him under his left eye. “There, don’t expect that too often, if ever again. And yeah, it’s because you’re a walking semen stick and I won’t let you get any funny ideas,” she said finally grinning with him. “Funny coming from a walking ice cream cone, because everypony wants a lick.” Diamond accidentally tossed sand into her face when she tried to cover her muzzle to hide her laugh. Instead she listened as Snickers laughed at her flub and a new nickname with an inside joke she convinced him to not tell anypony about; ‘Sandy Cheeks’. … Nighttime eventually arrived and supper was served, Kiwe watched from the table as Rarity cooked the meal with the insistence that he be allowed to cook breakfast to begin showing his thankfulness.  “Miss Rarity, this is a very nicely cooked fish; is it locally caught or store bought?”  Rarity tittered. “Oh, you’re so sweet. Was that rhyme intentional?” Kiwe shrugged. “They happen when they do, answer my question, will you?” The four at the table giggled. “Very well. Yes, they are local and I bought them at the market this afternoon before the whole catapult adventure began. Snickers, it was very smart of you to ask for donations; you have twenty seven bits now. Don’t start losing them in your traditional way, or in any other way, for that matter. I know how you enjoy a challenge, much like our Rainbow Dash.” Snickers rolled his eyes while chewing. Sweetie spoke up in his stead, “Well, he’s gotten a lot better over the last couple weeks. I think Apple Bloom had a good part to play in his swearing cutting back, to be honest.” “Oh? And what has she been doing, I wonder?” Rarity hummed inquisitively while bringing a glass of wine to her lips with a little extra added salts. “She’s been slapping his nose,” Sweetie said bringing some potatoes to her lips to test their temperature. Rarity coughed into her glass and lamented the action as soon as she felt wine pepper her face. She quickly grabbed the napkin from her thigh and began dabbing herself. “Is she telling the truth, Snickers?” Rarity asked. “Yeah, and I only got a little bloody nose once,” he replied with a touch of pride.   Rarity smacked the table with a hoof and everything on the table jumped, Sweetie too. “That is unacceptable! Why didn’t you tell me this sooner, you two? Harming each other is not permitted under general principal, striking one another on the snout is abuse! How can you be so blase about this?” Snickers leaned away from Rarity without noticing. His ears drooped and he dropped his fork, his eyes watered slightly giving them a reflective shine. “I… I didn’t know, mom. Honest, I didn’t or I would have told you.” “He’s telling the truth, sis! Don’t be mad at him, be mad at me and the girls, we should have done something else to stop his swearing.” “Don’t make excuses for Apple Bloom. Tomorrow afternoon I’m going to speak with her sister at the market to resolve this issue once and for all. Kiwe, I apologize for my outburst,” Rarity said still upset, “but you understand the importance of proper discipline, right?” Kiwe nodded, holding an empty fork in his magic. “It is fine, I am not bothered or upset; you’re a fine mother. As for hitting one another,” he looked at the colt to his left and filly to his right, “it is not acceptable and should stop right now, the damage done could be severe both physically and mentally. “While on my travels, I came across a mare in a herd. She was kind, sweet, and full of care. When a friend of mine that I traveled with said something most unkind, the mare cowered and we didn’t know why. It was shortly afterwards that we met her herd sister and the mare cowered again, fearful she would be blamed and hurt because of the words of my friend. “The lesson here is easy to see, pain breeds fear and should not be.” Sweetie sighed sweetly and rested her chin in her hooves while looking at Kiwe. “Say something else,” she said quietly. Rarity rolled her eyes. “Great, another Spike,” Rarity said under her breath. “Kiwe has a great point, you two. Sweetie, pay attention,” Rarity said poking her sister gently with a spoon to get her attention. “Hurting one another to teach a lesson, any lesson, hurts deeply and can cause serious trauma to a pony. “It’s part of our very nature to adapt to our environments, and if we learn that pain comes from an action, then the pain can become part of the environment. Almost always it can be become a fear, in some cases a pleasure. I design many outfits for the latter, and while it’s good for business, I have to worry about what the buyer may be doing while wearing my designs. “I often have the concern that,” she paused to drink some more wine, the saltiness and sweet brought a mental smile, “some poor mare will be brought to a clinic wearing my designs and it would come back to negatively affect my business.” “I get it,” Snickers said, picking up his fork, “and I don’t like it because it hurts and I get scared around Apple Bloom sometimes, but she’s my sister in crusading a part of my herd. Former herd, I mean.” Rarity stared at Snickers as he began to eat again, then turned to Sweetie Belle. “Sweetie, are you still in a herd?” Sweetie shook her head. “Do you do anything to imply you are in a more physical way?” “No, sis. We broke the herd up so Snickers wouldn’t be alpha anymore, honest.” “That word seems to be used often, as of late,” Rarity commented, “‘honest’, that is. Snickers, have you been doing anything physical with the former fillies of your herd?” Snickers sipped water mixed with a small bit of wine. “Not that I can think of besides a hug or nuzzle, except Silver’s into me and gave me a kiss and wink today.” Rarity was glad she wasn’t drinking. “When you say ‘wink’, you mean with her eye, right?” Snickers shook his head. “No, Sweetie told me about the clitoris and what a wink is today in the bushes,” he smirked at Sweetie as she blushed and shook her head slightly, begging him to stop, “while she took care of some business.” Rarity’s attention snapped to her sister. “Rarity,” Sweetie said quickly, “it’s not what you think and I only told him what I could! It’s not easy talking about… that stuff with a colt,” Sweetie tapped her hooves together nervously.  “Very well. Snickers, after supper I’ll explain the more intricate details of female anatomy that you may not know about.” Kiwe raised his fork. “Actually, I may be able to do so, if you would not mind. He may be more understanding to hear it from another colt than his mother, as you may know.” Rarity thought it over for a second. “Yes, I do. You may talk with him, but I will be there to add any information you may not have as a wallflower.” Snickers snorted and looked at Rarity. “Mom, don’t bring Applejack into my nose thing, please. I know it’s a big deal, but with how everything seems to go wrong around me, I have a bad feeling that if you tell Applejack, it’ll just end with arguing and shouting, and almost definely-maybe me saying more dumb shit that’ll make it all worse.” “That’s another bit in the jar, Rarity!” Sweetie shouted and pointed her fork at Snickers. “Yes, Sweetie Belle, I know and I’ll take care of it,” Rarity used her magic to force Sweetie’s fork prongs back to the food on her plate, “now eat and let’s get on to more fun topics; all this talk of sex and pain is too much like a bad novel I can’t wait to read but lament to experience. I’ll start, today I learned my little prince really doesn’t like to fly on his own,” Rarity said, starting a more controlled and fun round of jokes and anecdotes about the day’s events.