Weaving Memories at Amore University

Campus Delights

1st Chapter Written By: Cloudline Dasher

1st Chapter Edited By: Lepking13

Chapter One: Teaching in Equestria

A year in Equestria, it hasn't been all bad to say the least. You figured taking up a teaching gig as a teachers aid in Ponyville would be easy, at least until you became a full fledged teacher, with your own class. Back on Earth you always wanted to be a teacher, but always had to settle as a substitute. However, you never thought you would be somehow mystically sent to a strange world with no way back. You later found out dozens upon dozens of others were also sent here, and many urged Celestia to find a way back. Something about an inter-dimensional rift, that most likely stole bits and pieces from other planets and tossed them out on random planets and it just so happened, humans landed here in Equestria.

At first you thought they looked weird for being ponies, you thought a horse like creature, but then Celestia appeared and she was an anthropomorphized pony. She stood on two legs just like us, but her feet being hooves instead. She was slightly larger than a human, almost bulky, but you were relieved when you found out it was only because she was an Alicorn and not all ponies were like her. Her, along with the rest, had a thin layer of fur covering their bodies, as well as a slightly extended snout. The white regal Princess wore a silky elegant dress, that was rather intricate and most likely contained many layers. You had once commented on her hair, but was quickly corrected, saying that it was called mane. Celestia's coat was a soft white, which set off the golden highlights of her dress, and shoes quite well.

Upon seeing many of the other mares, you notice they were far more feminine than you would have expected them to be. Their hands were just as delicate, but due to their fur, made them even softer. The palms of their hands being of a slightly rougher skin, but still contained the same level of softness as the rest of their body. Upon seeing a mare in a bikini for the first time, you noticed every single pony had a mark, which was later found out to be a cutie mark, which was up on their flank; not a thigh apparently.

Stallions on the other hand were slightly smaller than an average six foot human, and mares were even smaller than that. Mares seemed to stand on average around five foot or less, while stallions stood around five foot six or so. Not much of a difference, but that still made them wary about us because we were bigger. They calmed down once they realized that just because we were bigger, didn't mean we were stronger.

Already being a substitute teacher, you find it the perfect chance to become an actual teacher with your own class. However, a mare named Miss Harshwhinny thought differently. She was in charge with the school systems and decided all human teachers should start out as a teachers aid. At least until they became accustomed with life here in Equestria. You remember debating endlessly with the mare, impatient to get your own class to teach.

Miss Harshwhinny was a rather frightening mare, but you had seen women like her before, back in your own world. A woman that prided herself in her work, turning her serious and stern. She always seemed to wear a white frilly shirt, with a large purple coat that contained large shoulder pads. Clearly making her look far larger than you pictured she actually was. Along with her coat, she wore a purple dress that cut off a few inches below her knees. Her hooves contained a weird circular shoe that extended off the back, which looked like a crude high heel. Her mane a light gold, and her coat orange. However, if you were ever ask what you remembered most about the mare, you would've said her eyes. Whenever she was disapointed, or got serious, she would give you a stern glare. Which she would often give to whomever that managed to anger her. Her blue eyes could slice through your very being, making you feel insignificant and small. A shiver would run down your back just thinking about that look.

Sighing, you look to the box you are carrying in your arms, before laying it down inside a large moving truck. Apparently Cheerilee would no longer be teaching Ponyville's only school, but instead her and her class would be moving over to a new Campus. At least most of her class would be, most of the older mares and stallions would be moving with her. Just a few months ago, a new Campus had been built around a large lake, one side was for stallions, and the other was for mares. Cheerilee would be moving into the stallions camp. You had asked her why she would be teaching the stallions camp, and not the mares, and she just turned beet red, telling you she had to be somewhere. You took the hint and never asked again, but now you were here helping her move.

Normally, Cheerilee wore her white button down, along with a short purple skirt with her cutiemark embroidered onto it. At the moment, she wore a long dusty and durty grey tee shirt, along with blue short shorts, most likely so she wouldn't ruin any of her good clothes in the move.

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Glancing out the window of the large moving truck, you notice mainly deep forest. The stallion that was hired to drive the large truck said it would be a twenty minute ride, but it was seeming to be far longer. You blink when the truck slows at a large massive gate, at least fifteen feet high. Why they would need such a gate came as a total loss for you. Mainly since Cheerilee wouldn't answer any questions, telling you to help her get moved in and then leave as soon as possible. You thought of a better plan; you knew Ms. Harshwhinny was the adviser for the school systems in Equestria, and with the Campus being like a boot camp for cramming information, that she would be there to enforce that everything runs smoothly. After helping Cheerilee move in, you would pretend like you were going home, only to find Ms. Harshwhinny and try to beg for a teaching position.

The truck came to a stop in front of a rather large apartment complex, one that seemed that would be fit for a princess. You start to drool, wondering why Cheerilee hadn't wanted you to work there so badly. Upon bringing the first heavy box, you are immediately hit by a massive wave of cool air. Following Miss Cheerilee up to her apartment, you gawk at its luxury and size. It had a large living room/kitchen combo, its own bathroom, a large bedroom, and all was furnished and ready for living. Cheerilee hadn't really even needed all her stuff, but said she didn't want to rent a storage unit, or keep renting a house in Ponyville if she wasn't going to live there. Most of her furniture had been sold, but some had sentimental value to her. To say the least, it was her stuff, and you weren't going to argue with her. She had come to be a dear friend, and you were willing to suffer through any heavy lifting for her.

After many vigorous and heavy loads, you hear, “I would offer for you to stay and rest, but you should go before it gets dark...”

Looking to Cheerilee, you shoot her a questioning glare, but when she just averts her gaze and blushes, you let out a sigh, “Okay, I'm going...”

You could feel her eyes on your back as you walked away, but once out of the building, you glance back to make sure she couldn't see you. Your first bet is to find the counselors office or maybe the main building and ask for directions. Along the way you can already see students moving into their dorms. The dorms seemed to be made up of five stallions each, and some of the ponies you could recognize from Ponyville. However, you could care less at the moment and rush to find Ms. Harshwhinny.

“Hey, Professor, what are you doing here?” You hear your nickname called out, and turn around to see Caramel stepping up to you.

The name Professor wasn't all that bad, you remember assisting a teacher named Bill Neigh with some experiments. He required that you wear a long white lab coat, goggles, and gloves. A student had bumped into you, apologizing profusely and begging not to be sent to the principle. After that, you decided to keep wearing the coat, and the name stuck ever since, “Hey Caramel, you know where I might find Ms. Harshwhinny?”

Caramel tapped his chin, deep in thought, “Uh, she’s staying in the large house at the end of the lake, away from the two camps. You may need to take the shuttle bus.”

“Shuttle bus?” you blink in confusion.

“It isn't really a bus, more like a small truck, but the students keep calling it that.” Caramel stated, and you walk past him, waving.

“Okay, thanks.” You run off, knowing you probably confused him for just rushing off.

By the back gate you see the truck, you rush forward to unlatch the currently unlocked gate and run to the truck. Luckily the keys are in the ignition and it flares to life. Starting slowly at first, at least until you’re out of the gates, you notice the doors magically close behind you. Immediately, you start to see your destination in the distance, and you start to wonder if you couldn't have just walked as you come up to a large house. Turning the engine off, you run up to the door and knock. However nothing could be heard. You turn the knob to hear it slowly creak open, and stick your head inside, “Anyone here?” no answer...

Glancing about outside, you notice no vehicles, so you decide to wait inside. It seemed to be a main office in the front room, desk and papers. Glancing over the papers, you notice they are files of the students that are to be at campus. You flinch when steps could be heard upstairs. Heading up to find Ms. Harshwhinny, you dart into a bedroom where you thought you heard the sounds. Scratching your head, you step inside, but freeze when you notice it is someones room. Not just someones room, but Ms. Harshwhinny's room. Her picture was on the table next to the bed, along with various papers strewn about. You hear Ms. Harshwhinny's voice as you start to panic, “Yes, your highness.”

Looking about, you notice your only hope for hiding; the closet. Darting in, you pull the sliding door too, but that doesn't stop you from clearly seeing out. Sitting silently, you try to hold still, hoping the darkness of the closet keeps you hidden. Ms. Harshwhinny doesn't seem to notice as she enters with a second pony. You immediately recognize her as the newest ruler of Equestria; Twilight Sparkle, “Ms. Harshwhinny... Princess Celestia has been studying the humans and sees a great flaw in our culture. Long ago ponies used sex as a natural and easy comfort. Sex turned into lust and when Ponies didn't get it, they turned to rape, and using slaves for sadistic pleasures. With the laws that were placed five hundred years ago, and upon speaking with many of the humans, she now realizes sex isn't something to hide from the public. It is okay to know about it, and openly discuss it. We just need to make sure it doesn't go too far.”

“I know your highness, I was the one that brought the issue to light at the last meeting. Our numbers are rapidly decreasing because everyone thinks it's taboo to even hold hands in public, but that is also our main problem. Ponies find sex too taboo to willingly teach the subject.”

The room fell silent, almost too quiet. You flinch slightly as Twilight suddenly speaks, “What about Griffons? Some of them have lived among ponies for a long time, and they openly have sex. I've even known them to have public sex back in their homeland.”

A sigh escaped Ms. Harshwhinny as she shook her head, “I've already considered that, but they are pretty much us five hundred years ago. They still openly have slaves that tend to their sexual desires. I remind you, we mustn't allow sex addiction again, we must only show our little ponies that it is okay to have sex, to show your love toward your herd members.”

Twilight let out a sigh of her own as she stepped away, placing her hand on the knob of the bedroom door, “I do not like to threaten anyone, Ms. Harshwhinny, but you know you are out of a job if you do not figure something out. This may not be an immediate danger, but it will be if not taken care of.” and with that, Twilight was gone.

When she was gone, you were about to reveal yourself and apologize, but freeze as Ms. Harshwhinny removes her coat and tosses it over a chair. For the first time, you see her stern and almost hateful glare soften as she removes each portion of her garments. She tosses her shirt on top of her coat, and you can see her almost smile in relief. You can feel your mouth dry out, but liquid building in the back of your mouth. You take notice that she looks far more slimming without that large bulky coat. You had always feared she was strong enough to rip you a new one, but looking at her with only her bra, she was rather feminine. You swallow as quietly as you can, a rosy hue forming on your cheeks. Ms. Harshwhinny unlatches her bra, and you can feel a certain spot in your pants tighten. You try to step forward to get a better view, but with that, you trip. Trying to catch yourself, you instinctively lurch forward onto the door, sending you sprawling out and onto your face.

Suddenly, you feel a pair of eyes on you. You push yourself up, and dare to look up. Ms. Harshwhinny's face seems shocked, but after a moment, when the situation catches up to her, she turns her back to you. You look to her in confusion, but shudder as she suddenly moves for her clothes. Calmly pulling them back on like she didn't care if your eyes were upon her. However, once she is fully dressed, she turns around and she once again has her normal stern and almost disappointed look. By now, your arousal had diminished and you silently sat on your knees waiting for punishment. In the time of always pleading with her to give you a job, you had accustomed yourself with being around her. You wouldn't consider her a friend, nor the fact she probably despised you, but you knew you would be lucky to get out alive. She just sat there looking at you, probably waiting for you to explain what you were doing.

You were about to speak, but a shiver runs down your spine when she suddenly spoke, “Professor, you are now a teacher at Campus, how does that sound?”

Your mind sputters as you try to run over her words, but all that comes to you is, “E-excuse me?”

“You are now a teacher at this campus. You will start in a week, whether you like it or not. You have been begging me for a teaching job, so here you are.” Even with her lifeless stern look, I could tell she had something of a wicked grin in the corners of her mouth, “Or would you rather me report you for spying on me?”

Heart racing, and possibly skipping beats, you stutter, “N-no ma'am...”

“Good, now, get up off your knees and I'll get the paperwork started.” Ms. Harshwhinny states calmly, leading you out of the room.

Your mind not quite putting together your new job, and the information you had just heard from Twilight, you fail to put two and two together, “What subject will I be teaching?”

Ms. Harshwhinny suddenly stops, looking back at you with cold, stern eyes. You just look at her, fearing what she was about to say or do. She just turns away as she says, “I believe you heard Twilight and my conversation?”

“Y-yes, but...” you pause as everything comes to clarity, you facepalm, a reddened hue forming on your cheeks, “Sex ED?”

She simply nods as she says, “Go home and pack, you start Monday.”

Hesitating, you give her a worried glare, but what can you do? You just let out a sigh, trying to force away the blood that had gathered in your cheeks. The door closes behind you and you are left standing outside of the main Campus building, “What did I just get myself into?”