Equestria Dark: Tales of a New Appleloosan Stallion Water Salespony

Written by VelvetHeart

Coldwater Colt. It seemed so... improbable, so impossible that any mare would do such a thing, let alone whole criminal operations.  Yet there it was, the evidence.  Hiding under his pillow, trying not to cry.

Even had he not arrived with a clinical and detailed guardspony report as to the conditions he was found in during the rescue, Clearheart would've recognized the signs in an instant: He visibly flinched away from physical contact with adults, he actively avoided seeing anypony's genitals as if actually scared of seeing a vulva or sheath, and he seemed similarly uncomfortable when spotting others looking at his, to the point of asking if he could have something to cover up his hindquarters.

This fear of sex spoke volumes in modern Equestria, with its protective attitudes towards colts and stallions. Equestria was big though, and  - occasionally - a colt slipped through the cracks. It could've been anything from an unregistered birth to, in some of the more horrifying cases, actual murder and foalnapping.

So she was left with the painful task of taking these tiny, broken little colts and gently - carefully - putting them back together again.  Helping them recover, taking away their sex and mare related fears.

She was good at it too.  One of the few - no, one of the best who could handle cases like these. At some point her entire schedule became little colts and it left its marks.  For Clearheart though, it was worth suffering for.

And suffer she did; her treatment plan, developed from a surprise breakthrough, was unique and unusual:

In essence, she became her patients' doormat. She never touched them, never forced anything.  She merely talked. Even when a colt went so far as to bite or kick her, she merely asked 'Why did you do that? Did that make you feel better?' and further encouraged them to do whatever they wanted to.

As a result, her coat was often host to tiny crescents of bruised skin. Bitemarks, hoofmarks, they faded quickly enough.  But the reward was lasting; Colts did not fear a mare who let her teats get bitten, her legs get kicked, her flanks get struck. They were too small to cause serious harm, so Clearheart took the punishment - regardless of what it was.  Whether they hurt her, explored her, or even mounted her.

Which was also why she was wearing a pair of rather silly pants right now, to ensure her current little charge didn't have to worry about accidentally seeing anything he didn't want to.  And as an excuse to look as silly as possible. At this early stage, any kind of laugh was a victory.