The Question is the Prologue: 1
I had just gotten out of bed and walked over to my wardrobe. Now I slipped the top on and stepped into my new skirt. A filly does need a new, fresh suit every now and then, after all.
With the dressing up out of the way, something hit me. What would these be called? I guess I could ask Rarity? If she is my mother and a mare, she is bound to know.
“Rarity, could I ask you a question?” I inquired as I walked to the table where I saw her enjoying a fresh cup of hot tea.
“Certainly, dear. What is it?” she merely responded.
“Uh, what would you call these?” I prompted, pointing at my chest.
“As a lady, I would refer to them as breasts. Why are you asking?” she responded.
“Aside from curiosity? I need to know how to refer to them, they are parts of me, you know!” I pointed out.
“I hope they are not bothering you, Sweetie. If you have a problem, please ask me!” she then continued, before going back to her tea.
“Could you help me with my breakfast? You know how I am with preparing food. I don’t like burned juice, you know!” I then pointed out.
“Oh, certainly. I don’t care much for the scent of burned food items or the chance of a ruined kitchen, either!” she responded.
“Thank you, Mother!” I responded.
I could see how the respective items of my morning meal was coming from all corners and gathering at the table before me on the table.
“You truly are the best!” I exclaimed as I take the first sip of my juice.
“What would you call these?” I inquired as I was about to leave the table, pointing at the tip of my right breast.
“That is a nipple!” she responded and returned to her tea, once more.
“Thanks again!” I responded as I walked out of the kitchen.
On my way towards the Sweet Apple Acres, I apparently stumbled upon Pinkie Pie as she was bouncing out of the café, the Sugar-Cube Corner. With Pinkie Pie being Pinkie Pie, there is no way around her. Not once you are close enough to recognize her in any case.
“Hiya, Pinkie!” I thus exclaimed.
“Hiya, Sweetie!” she responded, making a face as if she knew you were about to ask something.
“What would you call these?” I asked, before she could make a hilarious spectacle of a scene about my current quandary.
“Jigglies, and nibbles!” she giggled.
“Aw, thank you, Pinkie!” I responded.
“You are going to have plenty of fun with them!” she then continued, with a crooked grin and a sly smile to her entire face.
With that, she bounced along on her merry business.
A minute after I saw Pinkie Pie bounce off, I came across Rainbow Dash. Naturally. I just had to, but I guess it is for the better this time around.
“Hiya, Rainbow Dash. How are you this fine morning?” I greeted her.
“Hiya, Sweetie Belle. I am quite fine, thanks for asking. How about yourself?” she responded.
I guess one couldn’t just skip all the pleasantries and cut to the chase, not when you are born by the lady Rarity in any case. Not that I was complaining, she is kind and helpful, even if she does have her quirks.
“All sunshine, thank you. One of the days you love living in Ponyville!” I responded.
Then she looked up, only to look back at me and prompting; “These would be your Hooters, any time you are seen in this light!”.
“Oh, thank you again, Rainbow Dash!” I responded, just before she went on with her business.
“Hiya, Sweetie Belle. You look worried today. What is the problem?” Cehrilee inquired as she came across my path on my way to the orchard.
“Hiya, Cherilee. Nothing much, but what would you call these?” I inquired, taking the chance she would give me a good, useful answer as response.
“Breasts and nipples!” she explained in her common jovial and happy voice, smiling as usual.
“Oh, thank you, miss Cherilee!” I responded.
“No reason, I am just happy to help. Answering your questions is part of my job, even if this was a bit out of the ordinary!” she responded.
“Never learn anything, if you don’t ask, right? I rather ask, than stay ignorant!” I pointed out, smiling.
“That is the spirit I like to see. Yet, I wouldn’t be much of a teacher, if I preferred ignorance, now would I? she pointed out.
“We are lucky to have you as our teacher, here in Anthroville!” I stated.
“Yes, not every little filly and colt as quite so lucky. It is a call I love answering to!” she then responded.
“Hiya, Sweetie Belle?” Apple Bloom exclaimed as I entered the club house of the Cutie Mark Crusaders.
“Hiya, Apple Bloom and Scootaloo!” I responded.
“Hiya, Sweetie Belle!” Scootalloo added.
“Time to open the meeting!” Scootaloo than added.
Scootaloo opened the meeting by banging the wooden hammer into the surface of the desk she was standing behind.
“The meeting is open. Any questions?” she then added.
“I could as well ask. What would you call these?” I asked, pointing at my chest.
“Ah reckon they are hooters and nibbles!” Apple Bloom prompted.
“Sounds about right!” Scootaloo responded.
“Oh. Thank you, girls!” I responded, not quite sure I had gotten the explanation all the way through; something felt as if it was still missing here.
“What you call them would depend on the perspective, Sweetie Belle. On the street, you call them Hooters, and the boys sure will go with that too. Considering how hot they would see you. On the other hand, Ladies like Rarity would say; Breasts!” Apple Bloom explained, finally.
“Of course, Snips and Snails would say; Boobs, Ah reckon!” Apple Bloom added.
“Oh, these illiterate, bumbling Minions?” Scootaloo giggled in response to that.
“I guess they are not quite the sharpest tools in the shed, now are they? Bumbling Minions, that is as far as they can strive?” I responded.
If only Twilight Sparkle had the spell to upgrade their brains, making them just a tad bit brighter?” Scootaloo joked.
I guess I would prefer to compete with them as opposed to being bothered by their lack of wit as it is now!” I pondered with a laugh.
Author's Note
Sweetie Belle's POV
