Weaving Memories at Amore University

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Chapter three Written By: Cloudline Dasher

Chapter Three: You're Teaching What!?

\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\Professor: Home, 2nd person/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/

Slamming your hand onto the obnoxious sounding alarm clock, you groan as you force yourself up on to one arm. It was barely even seven AM at the campus, and most of the classes usually started around ten. That left you with three hours to get ready to meet with Princess Twilight, and Ms. Harshwhinny before your first official class. After a cold bowl of cereal from the fridge, and getting dressed, you lock the door to your apartment behind you.

You had to admit, you were a little nervous of what was ahead of you. Today you had planned just to speak with the class, and see how they felt about what you had to teach them. Hopefully, they wouldn't be too juvenile and treat the class like immature children, laughing just because little Jimmy said penis. You had hoped that they would simply be curious, and full of wonder. That way, they would hang onto every word you said, and the class wouldn't get out of hand or hoof.

Once outside of the teachers living quarters, you were instantly met with the chill of the cooling Autumn morning air. Sounds of crickets played their song out in the grass, along with chirping birds that were possibly out for the musical insects. It wasn't particularly cold outside, but due to you waking up fifteen or so minutes ago, your body flinches at the briskly cool wind that gently blew through the campus.

“Professor!” You blink, not realizing the surprised tone from whom called you.

Glancing up from the ground just in front of you, you lock eyes with two light cerulean orbs. Suddenly, you find it necessary to stand up straighter, and ignore the fact that it was a little too chilly for you this early. Letting go of your lab coat, your torso is instantly met with a brief gust of cold air. You can even see mist emanate from your breath as you reply, “Ms. Harshwhinny, good morning!”

Despite your attempt to be kind, her features turn back to her usual stern gaze, “I'll say, I'm impressed! You're actually up at a respectable time!”

You wince at the comment, only because it seemed to be a double ended sword. One side was a compliment, while the other made your stomach lurch to think she had no trust that you would actually get up on time. Not that it really surprised you any, you could imagine she was the type of person that wouldn't trust anyone until proven otherwise. Before you could say anything else, another figure stepped up from the side, “Professor, we weren't supposed to meet for another hour, but we can go ahead and begin if you like?”

Nodding, you grin sheepishly to the Princess, “Sure thing, Princess Twilight. I was headed to the class room anyhow.”

“Marvelous! That will give us plenty of time to lay out today’s planning schedule! By the way, just Twilight is fine. I suppose Principle Twilight would be more accurate, and accuracy is key in school.” Ms. Harshwhinny turned away as she gripped the folder under her arm tighter. You only imagined that little brown folder was your instructions of exactly what you were doing today.

Preventing yourself from letting out a sigh, you shake your head, 'and here I thought I would just follow the schedule that Twilight laid out for me...'

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A couple hours later after a long discussion about the first semesters schedule, and upon reaching the class room, Twilight turned to face you, “Alright!” She stated with a breath, extending out her hand as Mrs. Harshwhinny handed over the folder to the Princess, “This is a file on your class, and it has a small insight to their personalities regarding sex. Studies state that most mares have little to no knowledge or even an opinion on sex. While the ponies that do know about it, are scared senseless.”

You frown, glancing in between the two mares before you, “How can these teenagers be oblivious about sex if instincts should have peaked their curiosity?”

Harshwhinny cleared her voice, drawing your attention, “Mares often vary when they start their first estrus cycle. With society the way it is, parents often anticipate the problem of their children being corrupted by sexual urges that they suppress the desire with spells or medicinal chemicals and herbs. It is almost like they are sick, and they are taught to treat it as if it is.”

Bafflement marks your features as you briefly mouth words, but none come and your mind remains blank. Luckily, you feel a soft lavender hand on your shoulder, followed by an equally soft voice, “I've studied your culture and comparing the two, you must think we are sex depraved. That is why Harshwhinny picked you, Professor. Our numbers are declining, and the life expectancy rate is decreasing rapidly due to the sexual repressive medicine and spells.” You hear the door creak open, and several students step in. Twilight pulled you closer and whispers, “Just follow your teaching plan, and everything should be fine.”

Patting you once more on the back, Twilight and Harshwhinny turned for the door. Twilight disappeared into the hall, and Ms. Harshwhinny paused and locked eyes with you. For a moment her eyes softened and she gave you a small smirk, but in a blink of an eye her expression returned to her stern gaze as she disappeared after Twilight. You refrain from letting out a sigh in front of your students.

“Hello Professor!” A familiar voice chimed out.

Turning around, you are met to three familiar faces from Ponyville, “Sweetie Belle, Apple Bloom, and Scootaloo.”

The three cutiemark crusaders had apparently been school shopping, but that didn't stop Apple Bloom from showing up in a pair of worn blue jeans. Her shirt was a bright red, just as her bow or a newly polished apple. It was lucky her fur was yellow, because it offset the red perfectly. She lacked in the bust department, but she didn't seem to care in the least. You expect that in this sexually lacking culture, that no one really cared about a mares breast size.

Scootaloo shared in Apple Bloom's bust size, but she was fairly tomboyish anyway. It came to reason that with her always on a scooter, that she probably preferred them small anyway. Scootaloo as always appeared in some green bell-bottoms, while her shirt was a light blue.

Then there was Sweetie Belle, she was definitely the most innocent of the group, and probably a tad bit gullible too. She put both her friends to shame with her bust size, but as you thought before, it doesn't much matter in a sexually restrained society. Her plain sleeveless and faintly purple tank top blended in with her mane, while her blue pants seemed to be a tad too fashiony for a university like Amore. Most likely due to her sister being Rarity of all ponies.

“It seems I'll be your teacher then!” You smile lovingly to the three students.

“Not just an assistant either!” Apple Bloom applauded.

“What will you be teaching anyway, Professor?” Sweetie Belle asked tenderly, her eyes glancing over to the board where your name as well as the class was written. Her innocents led her astray as she failed to realize what exactly sex-ed meant.

“I'll explain once the entire class sits down. It shouldn't be too much longer.” You smile to them, trying your best to hide your awkwardness.

The class room seemed to fill up rather quickly and you recognized a few more faces. A pair of trouble makers by the name of Diamond Tiara, and Silver Spoon sat off to the side where the desks sat near a window. You knew of the harshness that the two would often give toward the cutiemark crusaders. Also both didn't seem to be dressed for a university like Amore. Diamond Tiara wore a loose tank top, while her jeans were that of an expensive brand with bedazzles all over them. Her friend Silver Spoon at least was a bit more modest, but not by much. Her tank top matched her friends, and while her jeans had been bedazzled, it was only of a flower here or there.

Once the class was full and the bell rang, you pick up the folder on your desk. After role call, you acknowledge the class, “My name is up on the wall, but feel free to call me Professor. I will be teaching all of you sex ed; any questions before we start?” You wait a moment in silence as some of the class whisper to each other, but no one speaks up. "Ok then, I guess the best place to start would be to explain the difference between a stallion and a mare."

"That's what we're here to learn about?" The voice came from an orange mare with a rose colored mane. "I know all about that crap! You can just give me my A now Prof, and we can be both be out of each others mane!"

Glancing down to her file, you begin to read, 'Babs Seed, lives in Manehattan. Her knowledge about sex is based on rumors from the darker parts of the city.' Lets just see what darkest part of Manehattan knows.

Raising your gaze from the file, you look over Babs Seed. Her shirt was faded, while her jeans were tattered and warped. However, her jeans looked as if they had been cut with a knife and then ripped to reveal her fur underneath and not from work as Apple Bloom's most likely had. Letting out a sigh, you take a step closer to Babs Seed, "Tell me, what is the difference between a Stallion and Mare?"

"Duh," she says with a grin and stands up from her seat to address you and the class on her vast knowledge, "a stallion has this long pole extending from their crotch called a penis. They use it to pee, and they're terrible aiming with them." This got a laugh from most of the class. "Meanwhile us mares have a vagina! It's superior to a stallion penis in every way!" With her explanation over Babs folded her arms in triumph.

“Well your right on the penis and vagina part. So can you tell me then, how is a baby made?”

Babs Seed continued to smile, “A mare and a stallion! They get married and they have a baby, simple as that!”

“Correct, but go into detail. How exactly is the baby conceived?” You raise your brow.

She looked to you in confusion, hesitating before speaking, “Their love makes it happen. Everypony knows that!”

"Makes it happen, how?"

Babs Seed begins to slowly sit back down in her chair, her confidence starting to fade. "You know. They get alone and then they do all that stuff two ponies do together. Love! Magic!"

"Do stuff like?"

Babs Seeds face began to redden as she answers. "They kiss alright!" She yelled out. "They put their lips together and kiss!" This cause the entire class to gasp in shock and many of the students faces began to turn red in embarrassment.

Deepest darkest parts of Manehattan. Entire gangs chatting in shadows about the forbidden art of 'kissing'. You had your work cut out for you. "Well, yes. I guess you could technically say that kissing can be part of the process in a way. But what about the penis?"

Babs looked up at you with annoyed confusion. "What about the penis?"

"What does the penis do to make a baby?"

"The penis has nothing to do with making a baby! It's a penis! They only use it to pee!"

“Incorrect!” You grin down to the mare, “You could make a child without kissing! You could even have one without love! But without the involvement of a penis in some way, a child can not be born!”

Bab's ears folded back, slouching in her seat with embarrassment.

“You sure showed him!” Diamond Tiara snickered as she elbowed Babs.

The class gawks in surprise, and looks to you. You grin out of nervousness and rub your forehead, “Anyway, how about I show you mares some pictures and explain a little further?”

Stepping over to the chalk board, you fumble with the large rolls of fabric that hung above. As you pulled the string, the first parchment unraveled, revealing an intricate design of an adult male stallions penis, along with an interior design of a mares insides. A few of your students gasped at the picture and you could even hear Scootaloo whispering to Apple Bloom, “Is he allowed to show us that?”

A drop of sweat formed on your brow, and for some reason your heart rate sped up. You gradually turn to face your class, “The stallions penis, which is shown here, is usually small when they are unaroused. When they become stimulated by either smells, touch, or even a visual aid, it hardens to its full length. Each stallion is a different size.”

“Also, for both stallions and mares, vaginas and penises come in varying types and sizes. They are all normal, and you shouldn't feel self conscious.” Remaining silent for a moment, you allow the information to sink in, but for the moment, the class seems to be listening intently, so you continue, “The female however, when they become aroused, the clitoris becomes sensitive, and often enough a mare will become wet. Once properly aroused, the stallion slides his penis into her vaginal canal, and--”

The entire class suddenly gasps, making you blink and look across all of them. You take notice that just about all of them have their legs clenched tightly together. Your gaze darts over to Sweetie Belle as she asks rather loudly and in an panicked voice, “Why the hay would you do something like that?”

“So they pee in us?” The question seemed random, and you couldn't rightly tell where it came from.

“No, it's not pee, it is semen. It's a white liquid that impregnates an egg within the female. Though, it doesn't always work. Any other questions?” You try not to sigh too much, hoping for the class to end soon.

A hand raises into the air, and you look to your folder, “Autumn Gem?” you glance up to the mare that looked like one of the Crystal Ponies. You had only seen pictures of them in magazines. The mare's cutiemark consisted of a sole grain of something that looked like wheat. Her mane and tail was a two toned purple, while her coat was a baby blue. Her eyes were a bright and vibrant blue, but they seemed almost lifeless.

“How will we know when our bodies are ready to be raped?”

You blink at the question, your mind processing as the entire class mumbled the word rape back and forth. You decide simply to ask, “What makes you ask that?”

“Before we were imprisoned for a thousand years, Sombra taught his own sex-ed, and used the ponies that disobeyed him as examples.”

“Rape isn't a thing any longer. You ponies have disbanded that particular negativity a long time ago.”

Autumn Gem raised her hand once more, and you hesitated before calling on her. You nod to her and she says, “Then why are you teaching it, then?”

Closing your eyes, you let out a sigh before continuing, “I'm teaching about sex, not rape. They are two different things. Sex is supposed to be between consenting adults, and also for producing children. All of your parents had sex to have each of you, it's a simple fact of life. It's not something to you have to take part in if you don't want too, but you need to know this, just in case you do.”

Flinching at the bell that rang out through the campus, your question was left unanswered. You realize the first class period was over. Sighing in relief, you can't help but relax your shoulders and slump a tad bit. However, before you utterly let yourself to relax for the moment, you call out to the class, “Please... bare with me for the semester, in the meantime, you are dismissed for the day.”

All of the students warily glanced to you, heading on out of the class.

\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\The Strip: Third Person/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/

The entire class ended up at the Strip. However, while everypony went among their business, the Cutiemark Crusaders had ordered a meal from the Browned Hay Fry, and sat down to eat. None really spoke much, their minds riddled with what the Professor had told them. They were all so deeply entranced, that they jumped as two mares joined them.

“What the hay do ya two want?” Apple Bloom snapped, frowning.

Diamond Tiara merely groaned as she waved her hand idly through the air, “Silver Spoon and myself usually try to avoid the likes of you three, but we have something to ask.”

“Why should ah answer anything you want ta know?” Apple Bloom's nose crinkled, her confusion from sex-ed keeping her a tad too irritated to deal with the CMC's rivals.

“Just answer them AB, they might leave if you just give em what they want.” Scootaloo stated in a lowered voice, but clearly everyone could still hear.

A sigh escaped her as Apple Bloom replied, “Fine... just ask yer question...”

Diamond Tiara glanced about before leaning over the table. Which in turn made the rest scoot forward. As Sweetie Belle leaned forward, she failed to anticipate her large breasts dipping into her food; ketchup covered her shirt. While she panicked to wipe away the condiment, Diamond Tiara simply continued with her question, “You live on a farm, with tons of animals and such. If anypony knows if what that quack was saying was true, it would be you Apple Bloom!”

Apple Bloom blinked in confusion, sitting back in her seat, “All honestly, Fluttershy takes care of the animals most of the time. Ah remember Applejack goin ta help her one time, but when I asked her how it went, she turned all red and wouldn't speak to me or Mac for a month after that.”

“So it's true!” Silver Spoon retorted out loud.

Frowning at the loud mare, Apple Bloom squeaked, “I didn't say that!”

“Sure sounded like it, why else would she have turned red like that?” Diamond Tiara crossed her arms, glaring at the CMC.

Suddenly, a few more mares placed their trays down, leaning forward, “You guys talking about sex ed?”

“Colgate, Raindrops, Babs?” Scootaloo calls out, startled by their sudden appearance.

“Ah don't think tha table is big enough!” Apple Bloom frowned, but sighed as Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo had to scoot closer to her.

Everyone managed to fit at the table, and Raindrops called out to the others, “What should we do? What if the stallions want to rape us?!”

Scooting forward, Colgate spoke up, “We should all look out for one another! Watch each others backs!”

“I know one thing!” Babs Seed stated with a frown, “I'm never going to face any stallion! If they can't see my front, they can't get to my vagina!”

“Good idea, Babs!” Apple Bloom raised her voice, smiling to everyone.

“Say no to facing stallions!” Scootaloo smiled, raising up her drink.

“Say no to facing stallions!” Everyone called afterward, clinking their drinks to Scootaloo's.

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Luckily it didn't seem that many stallions were at the Strip right now. As they ate, they could hear Cloud Chaser and Flitter speak up, sitting in chairs they had pulled up behind the Cutiemark Crusaders. The group seemed determined to stick together until they were back to the mare's campus, “Did you hear, Flitter? Vinyl Scratch is working as a waiter here at one of the restaurants!”

“Really?” Flitter asked excitedly.

Diamond Tiara stopped, frowning at the twins, “Vinyl Scratch is a huge DJ icon, why would she work here of all places?”

Apple Bloom glanced to Diamond Tiara long enough to answer, “You can't stay on campus unless you are a student or if you are employed. I hear she's friends with Octavia, the music teacher, and so she wanted to stay on campus, but they wouldn't let her stay so she got a job.”

“I saw Dinky and Berry Punch dressed as waiters too, I wonder if they are working for extra bits?” Sweetie Belle stated sweetly, holding onto Scootaloo's and Apple Bloom's arms.

“Hey look, everypony, it's Buttons.” Daimond Tiara snickered, pointing, “Somepony should go over there and see what they were learning in sex-ed.”

Everyone glanced over, watching as Button Mash slipped bits into a sole machine, placing his drink on a nearby stool. Everyone knew that you couldn't bring drinks or food into the arcade, so that was probably why Button's was here, instead of over there. Not to mention this particular arcade game just so happened to be one of his favorites.

“Let's take a vote, and I vote for Sweetie Belle.” Silver Spoon stated, pointing her hoof at the white mare.

“W-why me?!” Sweetie pleaded, staring over to Button's.

“Come on Sweetie, you hang out with him back home. Just go up to him.” Scootaloo stated, “Besides we should know what they are learning.”

Releasing Scootaloo's arm, Sweetie looked to Apple Bloom to rescue her. Apple Bloom nodded her agreement with the group, “Yeah! We might as well see what he knows. Go for it Sweetie Belle, you know him better than we do.”

Hanging her head in defeat, Sweetie Belle slowly got up from her seat. The entire group watched her as she neared Button Mash. Then Bab's called out, “Don't show him your front!”

Sweetie Belle took her advice, turning her side toward the brown colt, inching herself closer, “Hi, Button...”

“Hi.” Button merely replied, rapidly pressing buttons on the arcade game.

“S-so... what did you learn today in sex-ed?” Sweetie asked flatly, thinking she was containing herself fairly well so far. She looked back to her friends, and they merely edged her on, pointing to Button.

“Cheerilee shown us some odd pictures of naked mares, but I didn't pay much attention. I'm almost to level hundred on my Joy-Boy.” admitted Button's, not once looking over to the mare.

Glancing back at her friends once more, the entire group used their hands to signal her to go forward. Scootaloo became far more impatient than the rest as she called out in a loud whisper, “Keep going!”

Letting out a sigh, Sweetie turned her gaze toward the focused Button, “Was there... anything specific you learned today? What exactly were the pictures?”

“GAME OVER~!” the game cried out, making Button's slam his hoof down, “See what you made me do?”

Frowning in defeat, Sweetie returned to her friends, head hung low. Apple Bloom patted her on the back, smiling, “It's okay, Sweetie Belle, no harm done.”

“What a failure!” Diamond Tiara stated, crossing her arms as she got up from the table.

“Wait up for me!” Silver Spoon called out, chasing after her friend.

“We could always ask the Professor?” Babs's Seed stated.

“He's a stallion, remember?” Apple Bloom retorted, making the entire group sigh, not knowing what to do about the new predicament.

Author's Note

sorry everyone for not getting back to this sooner. Anyway, I hope everyone enjoys this story. Keep tuned for more. :D