The final class on the tour, Magical History, was quite impressive to say the least. As with the Home Economics, this class room had pictures lining over the walls, but rather than focusing on the domination of various females, it showed images of famous magic users (all male, of course) throughout Equestria's history both prior to and after it's fall.

This was the first class room since Combat and Defense that seemed to have a crowd of students checking it out at the same time. Most of them were colts, fellow unicorns but there were about 8 Caribou as far as Dreamy was able to count. He had heard that the Caribou were actually far smaller in number than would be expected from a race that conquered the whole kingdom, so it was probably expected that most of the students would be from his own kind.

Stalgar, Spell Slinger, and Dreamy Gaze were surprised to find that the class had not one, but two teachers that would instruct the class. One was a unicorn, the other a caribou. Dreamy could only guess that they would both be needed to provide a detail account of the two races' magical history.

The unicorn had pale white fur and a deep blue mane and tail that had been brushed into curly locks. He was wearing a bright green robe and pointed hat with dark green gloves, along with dark green belts around his waist and hat. The caribou teacher were a pair of dark black pants and a battle tunic exposing the upper left side of his torso. A pair of matchinb black boots and gloves completed the outfit and it looks like the whole thing was lined with white fur, as if it had been fashioned out of animal pelts, or perhaps used for cold habitats.

Both teachers had name plates on their desks, the unicorn was named Grand Druid, the caribou was named Dromuk. As he read the name and turned to Stalgar, he suddenly realized that the names of the Caribou he had met were much less intricate or flashy than Equestrians. He decided not to question it, in case it seemed rude and instead turned to see Slinger was busy admiring a picture of a stallion laying siege to a Changeling hive, spraying a fountain of roaring flames from his right hand while holding what looked to be a magical staff in the left. A plaque underneath the picture read the identity of the stallion.

"Fiery Purge, the purifier of 19 changeling hives!" the plaque read as Slinger fantasized about the level of magic that would have had to be unleashed to accomplish such a feat. Dreamy quirked a brow when he noticed that Slinger's hair was starting to fluff up once again, evidence that his drained magical energy was beginning to refill itself. So far it was just a few loose strands, though, nothing that warranted carpet bombing the gymnasium to clear up.

"You may want to calm your enthusiasm." Stalgar said, placing a hand on Slinger's shoulder and drawing him back to reality. He shook his head to clear his mind, but the added fluff remained in his hair style. He nodded to Stalgar before moving away from the image and back to his two roommates.

"Well I think we've seen everything we need to see, unless you guys want to check out the cafeteria and the offices." Dreamy said, holding up the map. Neither of his new friends could think of anything further to explore, but then Dreamy noticed something very odd he hadn't looked at before.

In the eastern wing where all the dormitories were stationed, there was what appeared to be an extra hallway, but it wasn't labeled by grade. All the other halls were listed from 4th grade up to 12th, but the mysterious 13th hall way had no such listing.

"Hey guys, look at this!" He pointed out to them...

"Honor Roll Dormitories..." Stalgar read out loud after they had arrived at the mysterious hall way. It spanned both left and right, taking up the entire stretch of the wing. "Looks like this place is reserved for the best and brightest." He mused.

"But why wouldn't they have it listed on the map?" Slinger asked, "It's just blank." he began to head down the left section of the hall, curious to see what these special dorms had to offer. Stalgar began to follow after him, and shortly after, so did Dreamy.

Most of the rooms they came across were locked, with signs on the front that said Vacant, indicating they had no currently assigned students. However, they eventually came to a door that was cracked open, and had a different sign on the front.

Cursed Relic, 7th Grade the sign read, and as the three boys approached the door, they heard what sounded like fighting coming from the slightly open door. Curious, as to what was going on, Slinger opened the door to see a colt in the middle of having his way with a young filly on the bed.

The colt had a deep fiendish purple coat, along with a midnight blue mane and tail color that snaked about in wild strands. The filly had a creamy yellow coat with green mane and tail that seemed to be clumped and matted with sweat, among other fluids.

The filly's arms were bound behind her back and a gag ball was fastened in between her jaws. She was moaning and squealing into the gag, while sitting with her back pressed against the male while he fondled her chest and thrust himself between her thighs. She also had a blind fold on, preventing her from seeing her surroundings, and a black collar was around her neck. She didn't seem to have a missing horn, or bound wings, so she was most likely a dirt pony.

"Louder, you little slut!" The colt ordered, "Why do you think I left the door opened?" he asked before looking to see the three unexpected visitors. Despite being caught in the act, he didn't stop, but instead smiled to the three of them.

The colt gave a few more thrusts before grunting as he released himself into her, the filly moaning at the sensation before he unceremoniously shoved her off him, falling face first onto the mattress. He pulled himself out of her and wiped his cock clean on her rear before getting off the bed to address the new arrivals, who were noticeably surprised, judging by the tents forming in their pants!

"Ah, you three look like first years." he guessed, "Couldn't stop yourselves from checking out the Honor Roll Dorms?" he asked, paying no more attention to the filly he had just fucked in front of an audience.

"I thought females weren't allowed to attend the academy." Dreamy asked curiously, "Why is she your roommate?" He asked, wanting to know more about what was going on here.

"Oh, she's not my roommate." The colt answered, "She's my fuck toy. Every member of the Honor Roll gets their own private room, as well as a temporary slave to use however they please. Once the school year ends, however, they go back to being school property, so I plan to enjoy her while I can." He explained.

"Besides, she's just a dirt pony anyways, not like she has the brain to use magic even if they'd let her." he went on, "isn't that right, slut?" She asked, yanking her off the mattress by the hair of her mane as she yelped out a quick 'Yes, Master' before being released and dropped back down again.

"Wait a minute, your name is Cursed Relic?" Slinger asked looking back onto the name plate on the door. The colt nodded before clapping his hands as he moved closer to the doorway.

"Yep, Sacred Relic is my older brother." he explained, "But just because we're family doesn't mean I get any special treatment in school." He went on, "I had to work hard, but I've been on the honor role since 5th Grade." he bragged.

He then moved away from the three and began approaching the filly who seemed to have recovered from their session.

"Now while I'm sure the grand tour has been eye opening for you, I'd like to get back to teaching this dirt pony her place." he said, "I'm hoping to turn at least one of these slaves into a red collar before I graduate." He laughed.

"Of course, we'll leave you to it." Dreamy replied as they left the room, leaving the door slightly cracked open like they had found it. The moans and squeals from the room were now unbridled screams, a sign that Cursed had removed the gag in an effort to make her louder.

"We have got to get on the Honor Roll!" Slinger exclaimed as they made it back to their dormitory, the three of them having seen all the needed to see and were now looking for a place to rest for their first big day of school tomorrow.

"That's going to be difficult as we don't know the first thing about controlling our magic right now." Stalgar commented, stripping out of his clothing to get more comfortable, Dreamy and Slinger beginning to do the same.

"Stalgar is right," Dreamy spoke up, "We probably won't even have a chance of getting on there until next year at least." the tone of his voice made it clear that even while he said it, he didn't believe it. His excitement and eagerness wanting to earn the privilege just as much as Slinger.

"Besides, we've got Home Economics to help relieve that problem if you really need it." Stalgar commented before climbing naked into bed, laying with his arms behind his head as he started to relax. He didn't bother covering himself with the sheets, unlike Dreamy and Slinger.

"My own slave..." Slinger muttered as he drifted off to sleep, followed by Stalgar and lastly Dreamy...

Author's Note

Due to new information that has been revealed to me, I have gone back and corrected several mistakes in Chapter 1. They're not huge edits, mind you, just some fleshed out details I didn't previously know about.