Life imitating art.

The guy in Starlight Glimmer's uniform plugged the last electronic in on the stage of the Canterlot High Auditorium, he gave a few tests of it before placing it in the podium's holder and turning to Starlight on the stage with Principal Celestia beside her. "Everything is in place mistress." He said giving her a respectable bow. Starlight used her powers to guide the now fully controlled Principal Celestia to the Podium.

"Excellent," both Starlight and her mind slave said in unison. "When they arrive in a few hours, have the alumni split up by gender and guided through the showers, I want "my students" cleaned and in uniforms and then seated promptly for the assembly." Starlight placed Celestia's hands on the top of the podium and made her way behind the curtain. "You make a fine "puppet" Principal Celestia, in more ways then one.'' She said with wicked laughter as she strut her way around the various terminals and computers. She stopped next to one in particular and started it up. She opened a browser to Skype and sent a call to the only contact in her profile, the name read Professor Hugo Freud.

As the call went through and made a connection a face at the other end came into focus. It was an older gentleman's face; roughened with age as the cheeks had lines and furrowed brow wrinkles all along the complexion. His eyes where sunken in a bit behind a pair of wire frame spectacles, the kind an intellectual type would wear, and like an intellectual he wore a long white lab coat with pens in the shirt pocket and a gold watch in the lower pocket, his hands where covered by heavy rubber gloves. His hair had long fallen out to truly show off the smooth top of his bald head. but a prickly stubble of beard still hung onto his chin and sides. He looked into the screen of his monitor at the caller attentively. "What is it Starlight?" I'm in the middle of dictating a letter to the university. His voice was as cold as the grave and came out of his throat as if he had broken glass and nails in his vocal cords.

"Everything is order sir," Starlight said giving a curtsy to the screen. "the new C.H.S protocol for the student body, based on your published works is in place, all it will take is their arrival to put "Protocol Eleven" into place." She said with the nervousness and desperation for the face on the other end of the screen to show approval to her words and actions. He ran a hand in a thick medical glove through his beard before finally speaking.

"Well Done Starlight..perhaps if all goes well I can call you...My Daughter." He said his icy voice emphasizing the words.

"Thank you, father." Starlight said her heart lifting in delight at his words.

Gilda walked Through the school parking lot with a devious sway in her hips; she had on a tight halter top so short it didn't take much imagination to image her without it; as well as her brown jacket with the feathered collar, she traded her usual jeans or sweats for a matching black short skirt to go with her top. She and Rainbow Dash walked cuddling off the sides of Peter Page-Turner, the sight was enough to make heads turn in awe. Page-Turner? The school comic book geek? with the class star athlete tomboys? The idea alone would have been laughed off just a few days ago. Not that Peter wasn't a nice guy, but those two? Most people believed he'd be more with an egghead like Twilight or a less active girl like Derpy or Fluttershy, but Gilda and Rainbow Dash? What where the odds?

Peter almost couldn't believe it himself; when he woke up in Rainbow Dash's apartment this morning he practically had to shake his head and recollect the events of the weekend and be sure they where all real. His mind racked with thoughts on all things they'd do after class. Ages of repressed desires and fantasies awakening. 'I wonder if Rarity can make a Zap costume for Rainbow,' Peter was in the middle of thoughts when a guy in that all to familiar outfit Starlight Glimmer stopped them both, he held a folding baton in his hand.

"You; Turner, you come with me, and you two," He said to Gilda and Rainbow. "Follow that line of females that's moving through the Girl's locker room." He said gesturing to the the gym entrance with his baton.

"Says who you jerk?!" Gilda snapped Bringing her face to his.

"Ms Griffin, please control yourself and do as I say. I understand if this may be confusing but if you follow your directions to the latter then the day will go by without a hitch." Gilda recoiled a bit lead Rainbow by the arm.

"Well talk later okay Peter?" Rainbow asked as she looked into his eyes, a slight confusion and concern in them as she did.

"Sure babe, later." He said leaning in and pressing his lips to hers, a slight flick of her tongue poked his mouth which he opened allowing her tongue in. She broke the kiss softly before Gilda did the same, she was a bit more forceful, pressing her lips onto his hard and even lettin all in earshot to hear her soft moans as she practically forced her tongue into Peter's mouth before breaking her kiss from him.

"I'll make this up for you dude, I promise." She said guiding her hand to the back of her short skirt, before whistle blown by on of the student guards made her jump back as the guy from before shook his head in a definite NO at what she was doing. Peter made his way to the gym entrance and followed the line of guys making their way to the locker room.

"Get in the stalls you slackers! Move it! Hang your clothes on the stall walls and change into the ones we issue you." Another of Starlight's guards ordered the students. He tapped and smacked the doors and "accidentally" a few hands as well. The boys filled all the stall doors and as they stripped their clothes off and hung them on the racks, as they where taken away and swapped for the grey shirts, white ties, and grey slacks.

"What'd you do with our clothes?" Soarin asked as he showered off, despite having showered before he left the house.

"You'll be getting them back at the end of the day, a voice replies behind the stall doors, from now on all students are to wear the grey clothes the school issues to you." The stalls let a collective groan before the water shut off and the males inside all toweled off. They then got changed and proceeded along they way they had been directed to, by the student guards whacking the line of others with batons as they made there way to the auditorium.

Peter took his seat in the auditorium; he looked up to see Principal Celestia at the podium, two banners with Starlight Glimmer's equal sign on them behind her, she began to address the student body.

"Good morning my students, I hope you all had a lovely weekend and are ready to get back to your studies here at Canterlot High." It was the way she talked that was the most off putting. It wasn't her usual sunny side self. Principal Celestia spoke in a droning and unnatural monotone as if she was tired and hadn't slept in days. She went on and on about the superiority of the school being under the new control of Starlight Glimmer and her forces of student security; how the new policies which allowed everything from corporal punishment to the suspension of prior privileges all the roots in the works of one man, professor Hugo Freud.

She went on about how Professor Freud's work was published by the Yale School of medicine, where he was educated and later hired by, on and on her assembly went, and not a single word was believed or liked much by any of the students there, not even the nerd clique. What they didn't see was behind the still lowered curtains was the girl herself, Starlight. She recited the principal's speech word for word from a script and her connection with her made Principal Celestia say it all back in her words. Auras of magic made invisible to prying eyes joined them both together, the puppet controlled by the mad puppeteer.

When Starlight finally made them all dismiss for class the end of the assembly, there was no applause. She didn't need it; Starlight simply watched them all leave before reestablishing a Skype call with her father, desperate for him to say he was pleased, and even more desperate to hear him say he loved her as a father could only love a daughter. It was what she wanted the most.