Cheating the Cycle of Life- A Padded Pony Collab

Principal Cinch sighed, as she massaged her forehead. While the protest had ceased only after she had agreed to "reform" the rules and satisfy their demands for more freedom of action, she had been given only eight days to plan up an overhal in the rules. During those four days, Principal Cinch had been consulting with the few students that remained loyal ot her during the protests, some educators that had her same line of thought when it came to organize schooling, and even had some spiritual meetings to contact her grandparents and her inspiration for her policy.

"In this interregnum, I have been asking for advice from the most variated sources. They all agree on one thing," Principal Cinch said to herself, as she slowly turned her head around towards a framed photo of a balding man with toothbrush hair sternly looking at the viewer. "And that is that I have to switch the rules around."

She took the photo in her right hand, slowly moving it closed to her, caressing the frame with her other hand. "I think I shall apply the same regulamentation that my grandfather and my uncle, bless their pious souls, applied in their own High Schools in Toledo. However, in light of recent events... I think I will take up a punishment from my Preschool and turn it into a plenary disciplinary action in all my schools. After all, the reason for the shame may change, but its power never changes." She grinned, as she pictured the rebellious students going through her new punishment. "I am sure they will think twice in insulting me, once they have passed a week begin naked as worms, a diaper as their only protection from debauchery."

Principal Cinch then gave a kiss to the photo.

"Una patria, un estado, un caudillo." She whispered. "Or, as how my uncle put it, Una patria, un instituto,  una directrice."

The main hall of the Crystal Preparatory School was crowded with students. They were chattering loudly between themselves, their anticipation for what was to come clearly going over the edge.

"So, I take that our old regime has ended." Sugardcoat said, looking at her nails, before raising her head to look at Sunny Flare. Sunny Flare nodded while rapidly rubbing her hands together and grinning rather widely.

"Oh yes, for sure! And all thanks to my efforts in organizing the protest!" Sunny Flare said, before glancing at Lemon Zest nearby, who was glaring at her.

"Glad to see that you appreciate somebody else's efforts." Sugarcoat deadpanned. Sunny Flare then grinned awkwardly and cowered a bit.

"Oh, and Lemon's too." She said, while Lemon Zest quickly put her earphones back on her ears, bobbing her head on a rhythm.

There was a loud cracking sound, as Principal Cinch walked inside the hall, escorted by two burly janitors dressed in a beige uniform. Unlike all her other appearances, she wasn't wearing her usual tartan-blue long skirt and her dark blue suit, but, rather, a long flowing red and sand dress, with narrow skirt, puffed-out shoulders and a black scarf laying on her shoulders with a golden cross sewn on each side. In her hands, a finely-decorated golden crucifix held up by her hands.

The chatter quickly died down, as everybody's attention went on Principal cinch her new attire.

With slow, ticking, seemingly-calculated steps Abacus Cinch arrived in the middle of the corridor, where a makeshift podium with microphone had been assembled by some students' goodwill. Principal Cinch climbed the steps, set the crucifix slowly on the podium’s scriptorium, then she cleared her throat, her clearing booming and echoing in the main hall.

"After careful consideration and study. After many and long consultations. After much elaborate thinking," Principal Cinch said, her voice solemn just like her expression. "I have come to the conclusion that our rules must be changed for the good of all students' formation and the good of the country. Therefore, I shall expose the new rules henceforth enforced in this academy."

Lemon Zest and a few other gulped, as Principal Cinch took a deep breath, leaving tenseful silence for a few seconds.

"Male and female students shall be educated in separate classrooms, to ensure that no education meant for the other sex can be heard by the others. Males shall be taught how to be strong and cunning warriors of the Roman Catholic Church and most excellent servants of their Fatherland; and females shall be taught how to be good wives and good Christians, so they may raise proper Christians long before the Fatherland can act. As such, the new uniforms shall reflect that: the male students shall be wearing long blue trousers, white shirts and blue waistcoats, with the fasces of arrows as link cuffs. Female students shall wear blue skirts above the knee, blue shirts and white aprons with the fasces well visible on the chest." Principal Cinch said, her voice taking a vague lick of sadism as the speech went on. Several students stared dumbfounded at Principal Cinch.

"I-is she..." Lemon Zest said, backing down.

"Yes, she is indeed trying to emulate Franchist Spain." Sugarcoat said, her face- a rare event for the normally stoic girl- strongly frowning and looking with widened eyes at the Principal.

But Principal Cinch wasn't done yet. After a brief pause, she went back to speaking.

"For all students there will be two hours  of Religious Education, which will be now mandatory, while Philosophy will be eliminated and Latin shall be cut down. The males shall have four hours a week of Physical Education and one- plus one per grade- of Military Tactics, and the female students will not have Physical Education, its hours taken by the new Housekeeping and Domestic Economy class. At the end of each term, there will be an exam, to test out how far each students has arrived to complete its education in the aforementioned subjects, and failure will mean outright flunking. Before the start of each school day there will be ten minutes of prayer in the main hall." She said, before sighing, now cracking a little smile. "And now, onto the most important part of this reformation, the punishments. Teachers will be now  authorized to use the rod in class."

There was a general gasp, followed by several students fainting or panickingly speaking to their nearby friends. Sunny Flare was in the former, the latter was Lemon Zest’s material.

"Did you hear that Spinozo? Oh God! This can't be real! No, this cannot be true! Oh, oh, ho!"

Principal Cinch bellowed "Quiet!" on the microphone, causing the entirety of the hall to shake due to the sheer volume of the statement, causing the panicked chatter to die down and be replaced by pained moans.

"I was saying, the guidelines are as it follows: five hits of the rod on the non-writing hand for minor late entrance to class- five minutes at most- ten if it is longer, twenty-five on the non-writing hand and ten on the writing hand if it seems to be an habit. Minor lack of respect towards educators or other school authority figures shall be punished with ten hits of rod on both hands and five on the rear end. Major lack of respect shall be punished by twenty-five hits of rods on both hands, ten hits on the rear end, and there will be from one to two days of uniform revocation and forced wearing of incontinence gear..."

Lemon Zest bit her lip, almost drawing blood, while many either glared at Tamerlane or expresse their shock and despair much like Lemon Zest.

"This bit us in ass hard really hard!" She said out loud with a slight squeak.

"You think?!" Sugarcoat said.

A week later, Sunny Flare was walking down the hallways of the Crystal Prep with nothing on by her diaper and her shoes, as she covered her noticeable melons with one hand and kept the books under her armpit with the other hand, blushing all the way, feeling her classmates' stares begin all on her as she passed by.

"Maybe write 'Cinch, you're a dirty, dirty, dirty witch' on the blackboard during Religious Education wasn't a very smart move," she said to herself, looking down at the floor in the attempt to avoid any kind of gaze, indiscreet or otherwise.

"Oh, would you look at that." A voice- one that Sunny Flare recognized as Sour Sweet- said behind her. "Apparently I'm not the only only that is too honest during class."

Sunny Flare rapidly looking behind her, and seeing Sour Sweet, also completely bare of any kind of clothing but a baby-print diaper around her hips.

"Sour Sweet? How did you manage to..."

"Don't ask, it's long and, honestly, I am sure you and me have better things to do, than think on how I managed to get in this situation," Sour Sweet said, marching past Sunny Flare, her hands held back her torso. "Come on, let us get to class."