“So, what’s the sleeping situation?” Snickers asked Rarity once they were nearly done eating.
“Well, since he’s a colt, I was thinking you two could share your bed while Sweetie sleeps with me, or by herself; her choice.”
“No way!” Snickers shouted louder than he’d expected. “I mean, I’m not sleeping alone with Kiwe. No offense, but what happened was an accident, dude, not an invitation.”
Rarity sipped some wine. “And what, pray tell, was this accident that preventing you from sleeping together tonight?”
Snickers pursed his lips and looked at Kiwe, then Sweetie and shook his head.
Kiwe blushed. “It is not my place to say, but it was an accident; all the way.”
Sweetie held her water between her hooves and took steady swallows to make herself seem too busy. “Children,” Rarity tutted them, “you know I’ll find out eventually, so why don’t we just have out with it? Nothing can surprise me, so tell me before I have to use my more devious method to convince you.”
Snickers sighed and grabbed the napkin from beside his plate, opened it, and draped it over his head. It was quickly lifted and Snickers looked into the pleading eyes of Rarity. “Mom… it’s no big deal, okay? Just, don’t freak out when I tell you and it wasn’t Kiwe’s fault at all, okay? Because, I wanna be okay with everypony here and everypony to be okay and… okay?”
Rarity tittered behind a hoof. “Indeed, everything will be okay.”
Snickers took a moment to grab his glass of water with a little wine in it to build his tolerance, then took a gulp and sighed while setting the glass beside his plate. “Mom…” Snickers said, then he started arranging his fork and knife in line with the plate.
“Out with it, my little prince, before I open a second bottle of house wine and add some more to your water.”
Snickers looked at Rarity. “I sucked Kiwe’s dick.” Rarity, once again, was drinking and did a classic spit take that rounded the inside of her glass and sprayed her face as well as getting some wine across the table and onto Kiwe’s plate. “Well, deepthroated, more like,” Snickers said a bit glumly.
Rarity coughed and Sweetie rushed to pat her sister’s back while she grinned at Snickers in a taunting manner. “Snickers,” Rarity said in a hoarse voice, “what the fuck? Oh,” she covered her mouth and dabbed her face with her napkin, “I’m so sorry, I rarely use such language, but,” Rarity took a drink from Snickers’s watered wine, “this is very sudden. You can stop patting my back, darling, I think,” Rarity cleared her throat, “that I’ll be waiting until bedtime before opening the second bottle, and maybe third.”
Kiwe spoke up, “It was not as it seems. It was a simple mistake--”
“But not a bad one,” Snickers added to complete the rhyme before snapping his mouth closed and covering it with his hooves. His dilated eyes looked intently from Kiwe to Rarity and back before he shook his head.
Sweetie was looking at Kiwe again. “Oh, you’re so sensitive and strong, Kiwe. Would you like to go crusading with me? I know a great spot where we can try to have a picnic, maybe dancing at the Clubhouse after?”
Rarity grumbled. “Sweetie Belle, isn’t it bath night? You should clean up so you can take a bath and get ready for bed.” Sweetie grinned suddenly and pushed herself from the table and used the momentum to gallop from the room. “Sweetie Belle? Clean up your mess!”
Sweetie didn’t answer Rarity, so Rarity cleaned her sister's plate while sitting and not looking away from the two colts. “Okay, you two, especially you, Snickers. What led you to believe having oral sex the same day you both meet was a good idea?”
Sweetie ran back into the room and returned to her seat, looking intently and slightly disdainful at Snickers. Rarity waited before Snickers uncovered his mouth. “Mom, are you mad at me?”
Rarity scoffed. “Perish the thought and burn it at sea; I don’t care who you love. I do, however, care about what happened between you two.”
Kiwe was about to say something, but was stopped by a raised hoof and an expression from Snickers. “Okay, mom, here’s what happened…”
Rarity poured more wine into her glass and swirled it. “I see, so Diamond pushed you down at the most inopportune time, you say?” Snickers and Kiwe nodded in agreement. “Well, I can see that happening, but that begs a couple questions. Have you, or do you plan to tell Diamond Tiara the truth about you both?”
“Already done, mom. Diamond’s a lot smarter than I give her credit for and figured it out herself. We’re closer friends now, and I guess it worked out.”
Rarity nodded. “Good, the last thing I want is for you to have a long drawn out story from this, more than it needs to be, anyway. Anyway… the second question is something every mare asks on this occasion,” she blushed and drank more wine. “How big was he and how was it?” Rarity giggled when Snickers stuttered and stammered for a few seconds.
“Well, what do you want me to say?” Snickers asked, to which Rarity replied with a stony expression. “Fine, as long as nopony else minds me talking about it.”
Sweetie shrugged. “I wouldn’t mind knowing, no reason.” She glanced aside to Kiwe.
Kiwe shrugged. “I am curious myself.”
Snickers whimpered under the attention. Normally he’d bask in it, after having caused some cultural faux pas, this was one of the rare times he was under the proverbial spotlight. “It was shocking at first… I had my mouth open because I was about to shout at Diamond Tiara, then she lept onto my back and I fell.
“It went in my mouth and I felt it sliding past my lips, my tongue, and then into my throat until it was in my stomach, I think. I watched it disappear and felt that bump in the middle, thing--”
“Medial ring, darling. Continue,” Rarity said and waved him on.
Snickers swallowed loudly and seemed to gaze into the distance as he recalled the event. “Yeah, that. It felt weird, like… softer than I thought it would, since I can’t actually feel mine because of my hooves and fur. I still remember the taste of warm saltiness as it went in and before a second had passed, my lips were kissing his… sheath.
“I swallowed, or tried to in that instant when I realized what happened and tried to get up, but fell back down and then I started to panic because I couldn’t breathe in or out. Then Diamond got off me and I got him out of my body and was about to yell at Diamond but, well,” Snickers shrugged, “I guess thinking about it scared me and thinking of my past and what had happened, I thought I had to vomit his cum out of me.
“I know he didn’t get that far,” Snickers blinked and looked at the ponies around the table, then blushed, “but I didn’t hate it once I thought about it. I don’t plan to do it again, ever, by the way. But, it wasn’t a horrible experience and I learned that ponies don’t have a gag reflex; so that’s a bonus for whoever my mare is gonna be.”
Rarity and Kiwe laughed quietly while Sweetie Belle was blushing brightly and looking intently at the fork on her plate. “Well,” Kiwe said, pushing his plate back, “you are a vivid story teller, and thank you for the compliments. However, I do not see colts as potential sexual partners, as flattering as you are,” he said with a wink that Sweetie didn’t see. “I wouldn’t mind sleeping with--”
“They can sleep with me!” Sweetie shouted suddenly.
Rarity was about to interject and disapprove, but she remembered Snickers sleeping with the fillies, and that Kiwe seemed to have a good head on his shoulders. She looked to Snickers. “I won’t object, as long as you approve. She is family and a former member of your herd, afterall.”
Snickers shook his head. “I don’t care, I just don’t wanna think about sex again tonight. Can I go play?”
Rarity nodded. “Yes, once you clean up your mess.”
Snickers got up and once his hooves were on the floor he bit the rim of his plate and walked it to the sink and placed it in as carefully as he could. “Okay, thanks! Wanna play too, Sweetie Belle?”
“Sure,” Sweetie replied and quickly followed.
“Kiwe, may I have a word with you, before you go play as well?”
“Yes, Miss Rarity. How can I assist you?”
Rarity moved to the sink and started the water and added a little soap. Kiwe moved beside her and prepared to help her wash up. “Oh, I don’t need your help with this. I was actually going to do the atypical sisterly warning,” she said and pulled a very sharp knife from the knife block.
Kiwe took a step back. “I see you have a very nice, and sharp, chef’s knife from Germaney. Good choice,” he gulped.
“Yes, isn’t it. When I have to prepare fish it’s like moving my hoof through water, a connoisseur such as yourself understands that quite well, yes?” Rarity said while looking down the exposed tang to the tip, aimed just below Kiwe’s barrel and to his hind hooves. “It’s well balanced and quite multipurpose, but prone to slipping if one isn’t careful with it. Isn’t that right,” she smiled darkly at him, “sweetie.”
Kiwe took a step towards the doorway. “Ah, yes. Quite the useful item, a must have for every chef… I should really go play with Snickers.”
Rarity turned the knife around. “Oh? I was hoping you would test it’s quality for me, since you’re going to be using it to cook breakfast for us after a restful night at the far side of my little prince, right?”
Kiwe chuckled nervously and leaned back from the offered handle.. “I will take your word that the knife is quite… well to use; and your message is greatly understood. I would like to inform you that I have no interest in anypony locally… should you choose to set me up with anyone, I am not looking for a mate, is what I mean to say.”
Rarity swung the knife around herself and back into the knife block without looking and with expert precision. “Great! I’ll keep that in mind and shan’t look into your personal love life, but as you saw tonight; I do like to keep informed of my very honest and blunt housemates. Now, go play and I’ll draw you all a bath, then I have an hour of family time scheduled for us to all bond. It’s Snickers’s turn to choose the game, just so you know. Ta-ta.”
Rarity hummed a tune and began washing dishes with her hooves and magic, so Kiwe quickly left the room and leaned against the wall, sweat beading onto his forehead. “I don’t understand mares,” he lifted his foreleg and noticed it shaking. “One minute it’s ‘impregnate me or my daughter with your foals’, the next it’s ‘touch her and be gelded’.
“At least it’s not from the same mare, but such extremes could be easily asked instead.”
Snickers came around the bend and waved to Kiwe. “C’mon, bro, we’re gonna play in Sweetie’s room; she has some great board games and playing cards.”
Kiwe quickly trotted to Snickers. “Lead the way.”
***
Snickers climbed into Sweetie’s bed followed by Sweetie and Kiwe. Sweetie pulled the blankets back and ducked in, a mountain the size of a filly moved around until Sweetie’s head poked from the opening and collapsed onto one of the three pillows. “My bed’s usually used by me and the other crusaders… er, the other girls, that is. Until Snickers came along, I mean,” she giggled nervously.
“Anyway, Snickers can sleep on this side and Kiwe can sleep on this side,” she patted to her right and looked into the zony’s eyes.
Kiwe moved to the side Snickers was offered. “I would feel more comfortable sleeping with my new brother between us.”
Sweetie sat up. “Wait, brother? When did you accept Kiwe as a brother?!”
Snickers moved beside Kiwe and then started using his forehoof to turn down the covers. “It was when we were setting up the Pony Launcher. I don’t know why, but something just made me wanna have him close to me, as a friend, not in a gay way.”
Sweetie huffed. “You don’t have to make being gay sound so bad, you know. Plenty of ponies are and it’s okay, okay?”
Kiwe’s horn lit and the covered pulled down so Snickers could climb in before himself. “Sweetie Belle is right, Snickers. You seem to have preconceived notions about homosexuality that do not sound very nice.”
Settling in, Snickers lay on his back. “Well, where I’m from it wasn’t really an okay thing. I mean, there were,” he looked side to side, “<about one hundred billion>” of us all over the place, but the gender ratio was still pretty equal between male and female. There were a few others that were different, alien if you will, but we couldn’t mate with them, not in the same way we’re used to.
“Mostly, anyway. Anyway, I keep getting distracted from the main point… for many years the debates have still gone on between different factions, religions, cultures, and societies about sexuality across the vast voids between where we called home. I grew up where survival was more important to my family, and I was okay with homosexuality…
“But being raped a few times by other males kinda messes that balance up, ya know.”
Sweetie hugged Snickers. “I keep forgetting about that; I’m so sorry you had to go through something so horrible once, not even the other times after.”
Kiwe was aghast. “What… how… where in the world are you from that such acts occur and are not swiftly dealt with? Show me on a map and I’ll make a point to cleanse such filth before I draw my last breath.”
Sweetie and Snickers looked at Kiwe as he seethed in a quiet rage. “Kiwe,” Sweetie said quietly, “he’s not from our world. But, it’s a secret, okay?”
Kiwe, still sneering, shook his head. “No place is an excuse for such abhorrent actions and deeds, I’d be willing to cross and geld the fiends.”
“No, Kiwe,” Snickers stated. “I was a different creature and person. The pony I am now is so much more because of who I am and who I was, all thanks to the ponies around me. I don’t want you to become mean and angry because of my past in another life, just be the brother that…” Snickers stared into space for a second. “Damn Harmony probably made me want you as a brother.
“But I don’t care, I like you and you’re neat, so far. You’re a good colt and different, like me. I’d hate to change our brotherly status, but let’s make being brothers a trial for the time being? That way we can learn if it’s meant to be, or Harmony. Great, now I’m rhyming,” they quietly laughed. “Sweetie, just because I rhyme doesn’t mean you can fall in love with me too.”
Sweetie gasped and slapped Snickers on his chest while pulling back and hiding her head under the covers. “I don’t love you like that Snickers, and Kiwe’s just really…” she went silent for a few seconds. “He’s just somepony I’d like to get to know more, is all.”
The door to Sweetie’s room opened and Rarity walked in. “Well, it seems you’re all in your proper places. Do you need anything before I turn out the lights and leave with the door slightly open to listen for anything you may have to call for?” She asked, looking at the bump of filly shaped blankets.
Snickers answered. “Nope, I think we’re good. Have a great night, mom.”
“Night, Rarity,” the covers mumbled.
“Goodnight, Miss Rarity.”
Rarity smirked. “Yes, good night to you all. Sleep well, and keep an eye on them, Snickers.”
Snickers gave a small salute. “Yes, ma’am.”
Rarity turned the light off and left the room. “So,” Snickers asked as two ponies settled to his sides, “when do you think Sweetie’s gonna confess her love?”
Kiwe snickered and Sweetie pulled herself tighter into the covers with a squeak. Several seconds passed before Sweetie pulled the blankets back with a sly smirk. “When are you gonna foal with Silver Spoon, Snickers?”
Snickers coughed and turned to his side to clear his throat. “Sweetie, I was swallowing when you said that,” he said once he could.
Rarity, outside the door, covered her mouth from making a sound. ‘So, he swallows, does he?’ she thought before mentally smacking herself for such an inappropriate thought.
Snickers rolled back to his back. “And no, I’m not doing that with anypony until I’m much older. I’m 5, not 7. I’m not ready to be a dad.”
“Sure sounds like you know what to say just when she’s near to get her flagged and ready,” Sweetie teased.
“Ugh, shut up, Sweetie, or I’ll tell Kiwe about what I heard you telling the other fillies at the lake.” Sweetie’s eyes widened and she lifted her head to look at the new colt and his smile that tingled her tail when she saw it.
“Fine, I’ll be quiet about that… for now. When’s Kiwe starting school?”
“Actually, I don’t need to attend. I have traveled the world enough to learn what school has to teach, there is little outside my reach. Once I get my mark, I will know my place and where to start.”
Snickers gave Sweetie a little shove when she exhaled quietly in the telltale way that showed her attraction. “Stop winking at Kiwe, Sweetie.”
She blinked. “I didn’t wink, I was blinking norma-ly… you stinky colt!” Sweetie gave him a shove and a playful hit. “I didn’t even… not once since we got in bed have I--”
“Oh, so you did earlier, then?” Snickers ribbed the filly.
Sweetie growled behind her teeth loudly. “You colts are awful!”
“I’d like to say that I’m not in this game you play.”
“You are too,” Sweetie said crossing her forelegs over her barrel. “You aren’t defending me at all. What kind of stallion doesn’t defend his mare from other stallions?”
Kiwe lifted his head to look at the petulant filly, then laid back down. “Well, we’re not stallions. He’s not after, or attacking, you physically, and you’re neither my mare or my filly. You’re a friend I have yet to spend time speaking with, so I barely know you well enough to consider a true friend, much less a mate.”
Sweetie harumphed. “Whatever, maybe you’re not everything I thought you were, then.”
“Probably not. Only time will tell,” he yawned. “As it is, I have not slept in a bed for a couple moons, so I’d like to do so now. Fare thee well until next we meet in the land of the waking,” Kiwe said snuggling into the pillow.
“Fine, goodnight, Kiwe. Have the sweetest of dreams.”
Snickers chuckled. “Smooth, Sweetie. Real smooth.”