Chapter 1- Artistic School
Cobalt Thunder was a unicorn from Canterlot. Yes, he was. He had so many hopes and dreams about becoming a great unicorn, possibly making the next step towards technology advancing, or creating a new way to produce energy, or even becoming a librarian. That worked as well. However, Cobalt Thunder had no opportunity to get in any of those jobs, or do any of those things. Why, you ask? Because he’s not a unicorn from Canterlot, or well, at least not a unicorn IN Canterlot. He was right now in an Arts School, close to Manehatten, which was the place Cobalt had to move to go to such school.
Camden, which is the name of the school that Cobalt had moved to, is a home for many lazy students who do drugs, drink, have sex, among other kind of things. Cobalt did none of these things, living a life surrounded completely by books, and trying to learn enough to go to Canterlot’s College for not-so Gifted Unicorns. When he went to get listed in the school, he just found out that it was completely full, and that they did not have space for him. He had to go somewhere to study, and that’s when he found out about Camden. Sure, this wasn’t one of the colleges that Cobalt would think about going to, when he hoped to study and work, and possibly have a good job after finishing his studies, but he was just staying there for a year, and it’s actually really cheap. He wasn’t as disappointed as he thought he would be, after all, he could practice some of his writing.
On Cobalt’s first day of school, he entered his new home, and saw ponies in the hallways, together, in groups. He knew he was completely new, and that nobody there knew of him, but he still felt seen and nervous. He felt so many eyes just looking at him, judging him. He could already listen to their voices whispering “Who’s that pony over there? He looks like a freak” “I bet he’s from one of those rich families from Canterlot. Just ignore him.” However, they weren’t any kind of whispers of that kind in the hallways, yet Cobalt still heard them, in his mind.
“Hey, watch your step!” yelled a voice in front of him. He turned to see the mare that he had just accidentally collided with. He backed off a bit to take a quick look at the mare. She was a blue mare, with a yellow headband, carrying a bag that looked pretty heavy. Sure, he didn’t really mind when he bumped into her, but she seemed to be affected by this.
“I’m extremely sorry, miss.” He apologized, and after that, he quickly bowed and backed off even more. She sighed.
“You’re new as well, huh? I should be the one sorry; I didn’t have to yell at you like that. Here, come with me, I need to take this thing off anyways.” She began walking towards what seemed to be the schoolyard. It was big, and it seemed to be separated for sport teams to be able to play in them. The mare walked to a bench and put her things on it. “So what’s your name? You don’t seem like a bad pony, in fact, I’d say you’re not from Manehatten either.”
“My name’s Cobalt Thunder,” he whispered. She had to lean to him to hear his name well. “I’m sorry, I’m really nervous and… this school is so different.”
“Well, this is my first time going into a School like this one. I had to escape home to get here, but now I have no money left. I got to talk to the dean about it, and he agreed that I could stay here for a while, if I pay from time to time.” She seemed to be pretty calm about all of this. “However, as much as I love baking, I don’t see myself opening a bakery here in Manehatten, so I have to get money somehow.” She raised an eyebrow and put a hoof to her chin, thinking about a way to actually get bits. She looked towards Cobalt, who was still there and she had forgotten about him for at least five seconds. “Oh, right. My name’s Stuffed Croissant. Do you have any bits?”
“Uh, sure.” He gave her a total of 10 bits. She accepted all of them with a smile, as she put them in her backpack.
“Thanks. Your money is kindly appreciated. Is there anything you’d like me to do for, or to you?” she said, with a suggestive tone of voice. Cobalt didn’t seem to get the message correctly. “You’re a virgin, aren’t you?” she deadpanned.
“How did you get to that conclusion?” he asked, really surprised about she actually guessing correctly. “I mean, I don’t really care just…”
“I didn’t actually try to guess. But really, I’m not surprised. It’s hard to find straight ponies who are actually polite and respectful.” Cobalt was beginning to get confused here. “But I actually feel lucky, a virgin, non-straight pony?”
“Wait, I’m not gay!”
“You sure about that?” She raised an eyebrow, smiling. “You seem pretty gay to me.”
“I’m as straight as an arrow!” he tried defending himself, but to no avail.
“You didn’t deny that you were a virgin.” It was surprising that no pony was actually paying attention to their conversation at this moment.
“I haven’t found the right guy, okay?” Cobalt blushed a bit. “I mean, the right girl.”
Stuffed Croissant began giggling right when Cobalt had said that. He had just admitted to be a virgin, and also possibly gay. However, she decided to stop, since Cobalt might not take it really well, and she didn’t want an enemy so soon.
“Well, relax. Your secret’s safe with me. Want to be friends?” Cobalt seemed surprised to hear this, for some reason. He just wasn’t expecting that. “What’s wrong? I’m not asking you to have sex or anything like that. It’s just that I always wanted to have a sassy gay friend. You don’t seem sassy, but you do look pretty gay.” Cobalt didn’t seem to find this funny, but Stuffed laughed a bit. “So? What do you say?”
“Sure, we can be friends if you want… just don’t call me gay. I’m not gay.” Cobalt answered, taking it completely serious.
“Then what are you? I mean, seriously. Are you just a weird straight pony?”
Cobalt took his time to answer. “I’d say I’m bisexual. I find men alright, just not… you know, sexy. I came here to study, not to have sex.”
“First a virgin, then a homosexual, and now an egghead? Will you ever stop surprising me, Cobalt?” she joked. Cobalt Thunder just rolled his eyes.
Camden wasn’t looking that great so far.
A month passed, and thankfully, Cobalt Thunder was still sane. In this month, he had actually learned about Stuffed Croissant even more. He learnt a lot about her, like what she likes, what she dislikes, her life before getting to Camden, how good her cooking was, and most importantly, how she planned to get money here in Camden… which was… interesting, to say the least.
Both Cobalt and Stuffed Croissant had to get separated when it came to sharing rooms, mostly because mixed sex roommates weren’t allowed, however, ponies still had sex. Everypony had, except Cobalt, and a few other ponies that we might or might not talk about.
Cobalt had decided, since the moment he put a hoof inside the school, that he was going to get into Writing class; however, he did not expect to meet Light Seer, a blind mare that was also interested in Creative Writing. She has yellow coat and orange mane, and empty eyes, but she had her charm. She was actually really innocent, and also a virgin, like Cobalt. He didn’t know what he felt about her, but if he had to guess, he supposed he was probably in love with her.
Cobalt didn’t really know why. Perhaps the fact that she was the only one with low enough standards to actually hang out with him, or perhaps the fact that she wasn’t an addict like the rest of ponies around him, or maybe the fact that she liked Writing class as much as he did. Cobalt felt like he should probably tell these things to Light Seer herself, but he decided to not do it, just in case what he feels is not really what he thinks it is, or in case she can actually find somepony else that can make her happier.
Other than that, nothing really interesting has happened in Cobalt’s life. He had gotten pretty great grades so far, he had made two friends, and has earned a reputation. He was right now drinking in the school’s bar, with everypony dancing as drunk as they can be.
“Drinking soda in a bar?” mentioned a pony close to Cobalt, who got closer to him. He seemed to be a male pony, apparently still sober. “Come on, seriously?”
“Yes. I prefer to not drink alcohol, thanks,” he mentioned, taking another sip of his soda. “Besides, everypony here is drunk, they don’t need another stupid pony dancing and possibly having sex by the end of the night. There’s work to do tomorrow, and a headache is the last thing I need.”
“You’re an egghead… can I sit with you?” The pony didn’t wait for an answer; he just sat next to Cobalt, and asked for a drink to the bartender.
“I was going to say yes, but now I feel like getting away, nice meeting you.” Cobalt stood up, and was about to walk towards his room, but the pony just stopped him, standing up as well. “What now? Are you going to laugh at me?”
“Not at all, it wasn’t my intention to insult you or laugh at you; I just wanted to make conversation.” The pony saw that Cobalt wasn’t moving anywhere, and he went to get his drink, before returning to Cobalt. “So what’s your name?” asked the pony, drinking a bit of his beverage.
“Cobalt Thunder. What’s yours?”
“Crossheart. I’m from the Painting class, what are you studying here?”
“Writing.” Cobalt tried to ask him something, but he didn’t really have anything to say. Crossheart noticed this and decided to keep the conversation going.
“And what’s an egghead doing here? You don’t seem to be having fun around here. What’re you even doing in the bar anyways?” Crossheart raised an eyebrow, as a sign of interest.
“First of all, I came here because I couldn’t get into a certain school in Canterlot, so I supposed I could spend a year here and learn to write correctly. Second, I’m not here having fun, I’m waiting for my friend. She’s getting money.” Cobalt pointed out. “I’m not sure if she’s just drunk or actually getting money.”
“What does your friend do anyways?”
Cobalt decided not to answer that question, or at least, not yet. “Um… you’ll get to know eventually. For now, I think I need to go to a quieter place. Do you want to go with me?” he asked, without any kind of weird implication.
“Oh… of course I’d like to go,” he answered, implying things that Cobalt did not understand at all. “I’ll lead the way; I know a place where we can stay.” Cobalt nodded, while he followed Crossheart, as he headed towards somewhere.
After a while, Cobalt noticed they were heading into the dormitory rooms. “Uh… are we going to your room?” Crossheart nodded. “Oh… well, it must be empty.”
“It is empty. It’s better that way, isn’t it?” Crossheart turned his head to Cobalt. He didn’t seem to nod, but he didn’t shake his head either, so he took it as a yes. When Crossheart stopped, he just opened the door to a room. “Well, here we are. This is my room, which I share with another guy, who must be doing stuff right now, so he’s not here. We have the whole room for ourselves.”
The campus’ rooms weren’t big, but they weren’t small either. You could possibly say that they had enough space for a kitchen, a small living room with a TV, and two rooms, with a bed and a dresser on each one. Pretty basic, but felt really empty.
“Take a seat,” Crossheart said, pointing at the couch. Cobalt obeyed and took a seat. Crossheart went to the kitchen and opened the fridge. “Do you want a drink?”
“No thanks. I already told you I don't drink alcohol.” Cobalt knew that he was asking for alcoholic drinks. “Besides, I am alright without anything.” Crossheart understood and just took a bottle of wine outside, went to get a cup, and served some wine in it. He took a sip before sitting next to Cobalt.
“Well… we’re alone in my room… what do you think we can do?” Crossheart sat really close to Cobalt, looking at him. Cobalt raised an eyebrow and shrugged.
“I dunno, talk?” Crossheart wasn’t planning that, but he supposed it was a good start. “What kind of stuff do you paint? I mean, like, what you paint better, or what do you paint the most?”
“I usually tend to paint abstract stuff. I always liked shapes, and to put them in a painting makes me feel a bit better. What about you, what do you write?” he asked, interested in the subject.
“Oh, well…. I write Romance stories mostly.” Crossheart raised an eyebrow and smiled. “Though ponies say that it needs some erotic moments, I tend to ignore them.”
“Well, why don’t you write erotic moments?” Crossheart began putting a hoof around Cobalt’s neck. Cobalt just looked at Crossheart, and decided to not do anything to stop him. “I mean, they’re a nice touch to a romantic story, if it’s written well.”
“Well, I’ve tried to do it, but I’m a bit doubtful since I haven’t really experienced any kind of sex other than just clopping.” Crossheart’s smile began to transform into a more kind of sinister one upon hearing these words come out of Cobalt’s mouth. “And yes, that means I’m a virgin, I’m not sure why everypony here thinks it’s a big issue when I’m just… well… untouched.”
“We can fix that.” Crossheart began moving his face towards Cobalt’s lips, but the unicorn backed off, making Crossheart back off as well, disappointed by how everything turned out.
“What were you trying to do?” Cobalt was confused. Did this pony tried to kiss him without his permission, and just because he wanted to do so?
“It’s true, maybe I went a bit too fast…” He put a hoof to his chin, looking at Cobalt. “Do you want to go to my bed?” he suggested, smiling.
“Sure.” Cobalt agreed, unsure about what he was just accepting.
Crossheart took him to his room, where Cobalt just lied on the bed, and Crossheart just lied next to him.
“So what do you want to do first?” asked Crossheart, trying to get the moment somewhere.
“I dunno… this bed’s pretty comfortable,” he commented. “What do you want to do first? I mean, we could play a board game, or we could do something else, perhaps keep talking.”
Crossheart was beginning to feel a bit frustrated. “Cobalt, I think I need to say this right now, alright? I really like you, and I would really want to do stuff, with you on the bottom.” Cobalt was surprised by the part where he admitted actually liking him. “You’re really cute, and I’d like to fix your little reputation problem by myself.”
“You mean me being an egghead? Because if that’s the case, let me tell you I’ll never drink alcohol in my life, or at least, I plan not to do so.” If Crossheart could facehoof in front of Cobalt without the need of having to explain why he facehoofed, he would totally do it right now.
“I meant the other problem…”
“Oh… that one…” Cobalt said, not completely sure about what problem he was talking about. “If you want to do something about it, I guess you’re welcome to do so.” Crossheart smiled widely, and began placing Cobalt on his back, then moving on top of him.
“I’m really happy you accepted…” Cobalt’s confusion was so big in this moment, that the Canterlot Castle would look like a farmer’s house beside it. Crossheart moved himself towards Cobalt, and began kissing him passionately.
The kiss would be really good to see, if it wasn’t by the fact that Cobalt was struggling to get Crossheart off him. Eventually, Crossheart stopped kissing Cobalt, and looked at him, with a kind of pissed off look. “Well,” he began, “what’s wrong?”
“I don’t know. It was really sudden, you just kissed me and I don’t think you’re fixing something here. Or at least, that’s not the correct way of doing it.” Cobalt wasn’t implying anything, but Crossheart decided to take it as an invitation.
“I see… you want it rough, don’t you?”
Cobalt tried to assimilate the comment, without any avail. “What?”
Before he could even protest about it, Cobalt felt something poking a place he didn’t want to think about in that moment. Something that definitely didn’t fit there, and even if it did, it wouldn’t be pretty. He tried backing off, but Crossheart kept him in his place. Cobalt proceeded to successfully avoid being penetrated in the butt by moving from side to side, however, this made Crossheart begin to feel even more frustrated, and eventually, gave up and let Cobalt go.
Cobalt ran as fast as he could towards the exit, almost tripping like two times on the way there. He did an amazing job at absconding as fast as he could, and he didn’t even try looking back. Certainly, if he sees that stallion again, he will definitely avoid all kind of contact with him.
Meanwhile, in Crossheart’s room, there was a pony clopping himself to get certain frustration about this whole thing away. This pony was, of course, Crossheart. He masturbated with all the might he could do, bringing his dick as much satisfaction as he could, with his hooves. Eventually, he came, with his load going all around the room…
He was going to clean it someday.
Going back to our protagonist, Cobalt Thunder, who had just ran all the way to his room; not wanting to go back to the bar, even if his friend was still there. He was standing right in front of his door. He was now safe from that stallion named Crossheart, and he would be even safer when he entered his dormitory that he shared with one of the ponies from Camden.
Upon opening the door, he saw two ponies kissing on the floor, in front of the couch. One of these ponies was his roommate, Sky Land, a pegasus who came to Camden to study the arts of Cooking, Having sex, and doing drugs from time to time. The other pony was Stuffed Croissant, the pony we talked about. Both ponies noticed Cobalt’s presence, and stopped kissing.
“Cobalt,” spoke Sky Land. “I thought that you were staying with another pony… umm… are you okay?” Cobalt shook his head, but then headed straight to bed.
“You two finish this, I’ll just go to sleep. Remember to lock the door when you’re finished, alright?” Sky Land didn’t bother to nod. He knew that Cobalt wasn’t looking at him, so he just continued kissing Stuffed Croissant.
After one hour of being in bed, Cobalt wasn’t able to actually sleep. It could be because of the loud moans that were coming from the living room, but he knew that it probably wasn’t that. He felt a bit weird because of what happened. Maybe he was a bit too harsh on him, or maybe he just needed to tell him to stop. He didn’t know, but it was certainly bothering him.
“AH, SKY!” There it was, another moan.
Cobalt wanted to sleep, that’s all he wanted to do. He wanted to feel calm and think that everything was going to be okay, but he was sure that it wasn’t going to be okay. Maybe he’ll tell Light Seer about it, to see what she thinks. Maybe she’ll say that it was the right thing to not have sex if he didn’t want to, but, even if he was sure that she was going to say this… he still felt guilty.
After a while, though, Cobalt got to finnally sleep.
And finally, we go to the Living Room, where the two ponies were just preparing to go to bed. Stuffed Croissant was taking her things, a bit dizzy from all the alcohol she drank just moments ago, and Sky Land was cleaning the floor from all the mess they had made.
“That was great, Stuffed,” he congratulated her once he was done cleaning the floor. Stuffed just smiled at him.
“Thanks, but it’s still two hundred bits. You aren’t getting any discount for being nice.” Sky Land didn’t seem to like hearing this. “So yea, two hundred bits.”
Sky Land grumbled and began walking towards where he had left his bag of bits. He came back with a smaller bag full of two hundred bits. “You’re not cheap, you know. I’ve seen other ponies do the same stuff we did for fifty bits.”
“It would have been longer, but somepony came first, remember?” Sky Land blushed, but with an angry expression on his face. “Hey, it’s alright. You just need some practice.”
“Whore.”
“Whatever, I need the money, you know.” And with that, Stuffed headed outside. “We can do this for fun some other time, when I have no work to do, or bills to pay.” Sky Land just went towards the door, and slammed it shut, hoping to have not woken up Cobalt.
Meanwhile, Stuffed just headed to her room happily. She had some money with her, and she could buy some pretty stuff with her money… though she might need to save some to buy some condoms. Those things aren’t really that cheap.
