Equestria Dark: Tales of a New Appleloosan Stallion Water Salespony

Written by Minalkra

"Being a colt sucks.  You can't play sports, you can't go out alone, you have to stay with your sisters or moms.  You have to always be around girls and they don't ever stop talking about you and if you even look at another filly - stop laughing, I meant as a friend!  If you look at another filly, every one of your stupid sisters jumps on her with questions and really mean looks.  And your moms are always going out to work or with friends but you and dad have to stay home and do chores and then dad and moms go upstairs and your sisters watch you and giggle and ... and ... and it sucks!"

It had been three days since the school paper's 'expose' of Rumble's burgeoning stallionhood and life was starting to finally look up for the poor pegasus.  While he was still an awkward mess at school, the fact that he had Stal-Ed meant that he had some of the unmarked fil-no, mares talking to him more.  He even marked one or two of them to show his interest!

He settled into bed, 'marking' his pillow at the memories of how good it felt to rub on a mare now.  Before, it was weird and made him feel like a kid.  Now it felt so right.

"Ooooooh ..."

Rumble's ears perked up as the sound of light moaning coming from his sister's room next door.  While many of the foals shared rooms, it was a given that - once they got to a certain age - they'd get their own room.  Another perk of being older.  Or being a stallion, in his and his brother's cases.

Curious, Rumble tossed his sheets aside and crept out of his bed.  The cloud material of his family's house gave off no noise and Rumble quickly found himself standing in front of the door to his eldest sister's room.  Windwhistler might be hurt or in trouble ... even though that didn't sound like she was in trouble.  With a pounding heart, Rumble nudged open the door to her room ...

"Rumble, go back to bed."  The light from the Ponystation 3 almost blinded his night-sensitive eyes.  Stupid mares and their stupid fighting games.

"Well, keep it down."  His voice cracked and, blushing, he cleared it with a cough.  "I'm trying to sleep.  Didn't mom Cloudkicker tell you not to stay up late playing that stupid thing?"

With a yipe, Rumble darted away from the door as the pillow poofed into water at the impact.  Grumbling under his breath, he made his way back to bed and happy dreams of candy and nice looking mares doing his homework.