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// Painful Beginnings 
// Story: Diamond Heart 
// by Wayofthepen 
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	Ok, I officially need to NOT say anything racist to that pony again.  Trying to open my eyes took less of an effort this time.  Surveying my surroundings, I can tell that I am in some sort of tiny house.  My vision was blurred, but I could make out an orange figure staring me in the face.  “Feeling better?”  I answered with a slight moan.  It feels like I was hungover, and don’t ask how I know what it feels like.  She let out a small chuckle, forcing me to give her a painful smile.  “Where am I?”  My voice sounded rougher than usual.  What was that guitar made of?  “The Cutie Mark Crusader club house!”  Her excited tone forced me to laugh a little harder, still hurting.  “Anyway, are there any more ponies I should worry about?”  My vision was finally clearing up, making me look in awe at how much effort the three little ponies put into this building.  She let out another small chuckle before answering my question.  “Well, Rainbow Dash does have a very crazy fiance.”  She’s getting married?  Who knew.  “So, Scoot.  What made you stand up for me?”  She gave me a small smile.  “Most Diamond Dogs would take any filly they see to get their paws on gems.  You didn’t.”  I thought on what she had said.  As far as I know, they are over obsessed with gems.  No manners or education.  Not to mention every pony I meet is racist.  Looks like I need to start making a change.

I ended up talking with Scootaloo for what felt like a few hours.  Turns out it was only one and a half.  “Wow.  He must be one lucky stallion to be with her.”  She nodded.  “He just better not do anything to hurt her.”  I couldn’t help but laugh at her statement.  As if on cue, the small door to the club house opened to a black and yellow colored stallion.  When he saw me, he looked just a little bit angry.  He charged at me, and I put a paw in the air to stop him.  “Easy there.  Do you really want your marefriend to know that you got beat by a dog?”  I gave him a smug smile as Scootaloo just watched.  “Bumble, I take it.  Scoot told me.”  He shot a glance to Scootaloo with a ‘really?’ expression.  “So what?”  He shot a angry glare towards me.  “So...Hi?”  I just felt the moment shift to awkwardness.  I noticed something off about him, like he wasn’t used to being who he is.  “What does the term ‘human’ mean to you?”  Bumble jumped out of his trance at the word.  He looked like he was lost in his mind again, so I laid back on my arms.  If you’re going to wait, why not wait in style and comfort?

“Scootaloo, the other two were looking for you.  Something about crusading.”  He said suddenly, bringing me back to reality.  Must have dozed off, otherwise I would remember seeing Scoot move.  She nodded and ran outside.  He quickly turned to me.  “What about humans?”  I knew it, he is sooo easy to read.  I gave him the biggest smirk I could do without looking like a retard, still adjusting to this new body.  “You tell me.”  His eyes started darting all over the place, as if trying to think of some fake story to tell.  “Earth to Bumble.”  I said in a half annoyed voice.  He just stared at me.  “Earth?  What do you know of Earth?”  Welp, now I’m screwed.  “What I know is that I can do techno, fight, and play about any instrument you toss at me.”  Bumble starred blankly at me.  I let out a groan while I got to my paws.  “If you need me, daydreamer, I will be outside.”  I left before he could respond, barely getting through the tiny door without ripping any of it off.  How did they get me in there anyway?

While I was walking down the the dirt road, I could have sworn someone shouted something at me.  Turning around, I wish I had kept on walking.  Lisp had flown down to me and still had his guitar on his back.  “What this time?  Let me guess, ‘You were walking on MY road, so now I have to kick your flank’ or something like that?”  He lowered his head a little.  “Well, who’s the bad guy now?”  His head lowered a little more, but jolted back up.

“I came to ask you about some pony named Bumble.  He slept with my marefriend.”

I just stared at him.  How could anypony be with this guy?  “Who’s your marefriend?”

“Octavia.”  He looked over my shoulder, only being successful because he was flying, and saw Bumble leave the CMC club house.  As he took off, I thought aloud.  “Looks like Bumble will owe me one for this.”