Practical Examination
Mister Coffee
“Quills down, everypony. The written portion of the test is over.”
The scratching noises in the room died instantly. Not because everypony wanted to stop, but because their teacher had punctuated her words with a simple spell that briefly negated their own telekinetic fields. There would be no last-second corrections.
A moment of silence hung over the room as all the tests flew up to the teacher's desk on her command, and then there was the rather distinctive sound of a desk drawer opening, closing, and being securely locked and warded.
“Alright, class.” The teacher leaned forward. “Now begins the practical demonstration of your knowledge in this unit. Everypony follow me to the gym. You will not need any materials.”
The class eagerly jumped to their hooves. Practical exams in the gym were always fun. It was one of the few times they were allowed to practice spells on themselves or on their classmates.
They trotted in silence behind the teacher until they got to the doors outside the gym. A large note was tacked to the door advising that the gym was off-limits for testing.
“You will line up on the left side in alphabetical order,” the teacher instructed. “No talking.”
Once the teacher threw open the door, the class trotted through. There was a bit of jostling for position as they got into order. Without being instructed, they all faced the center of the gym, since that was where the teacher had taken her position.
When they were finally lined up, the teacher reached out with her aura and opened the locker room doors. A moment later, a group of unarmored Guards marched in, neatly splitting their columns to wind up in one precise row.
“You have all been learning contraceptive spells. Cast one on yourself, please; when you are ready, turn around and lift your tail.”
The mares hesitated for a moment, looking at the neat ranks of unarmored guards. Already, a few penises had dropped from their sheaths. Several mares began shifting on their hooves uncomfortably—yesterday, they had cast estrus spells on themselves,and despite the large area of the gym, the scent in the room was intense, and it was only going to get worse.
Lemon Hearts swallowed down a lump in her throat and tried to concentrate. She risked a glance to her right, where Lyra had her eyes screwed shut and her horn lit. A moment later, Lyra's body glowed gold for a second, and she turned around.
An eager stallion trotted across the gym for her, his dick swinging between his legs. Lemon Hearts licked her lips, her eyes locked on his turgid member. He was almost to them when she remembered she had to cast her spell, but it was hard to concentrate. Against her will, a small trickle of urine squirted out. Lyra had the right idea, she thought, closing her eyes.
But that did nothing about the scent, or the squelching sound as the stallion mounted Lyra. She sucked in a breath as she heard Lyra moan, followed by a wet slap as the stallion bottomed out.
Come on, come on. She shifted around on her hooves, trying to call back what she'd learned. It was simple, a spell so easy practically any unicorn could cast it. She was about to take a deep breath to relax herself but remembered just in time how bad an idea that was. Instead, she held her breath and bit her tongue and focused on the pain, all while her mind was scrambling for the spell.
A moment later she thought she had it, and quickly cast it on herself and turned around, taking time to admire the stallion thrusting deep into Lyra.
Lemon Hearts wouldn't have needed the teacher's instructions to lift her tail; it was high and out of the way before she had turned all the way around, and she was frantically winking at the stallions across from her.
It felt like it took one forever to cross the gym, then she felt his hooves on her back and she lowered her chest obligingly, presenting him with an easy target.
Without any fanfare, he climbed up on her back, and she felt the head of his dick bump against her hind leg before he reached down and positioned himself, sliding the tip of his cock against her.
He walked himself forward, spearing inside her as he got into position and she instinctively squeezed against his rigid cock, molding her vagina around him.
She heard the stallion on top of Lyra grunt as he released his load, and then her thoughts were on nothing else as her stallion nibbled the back of her neck and shoved himself all the way in.
He was way better than any colt she'd ever been with. His pace was perfect, and he made a full stroke each time, going deep enough that his balls just brushed up against her each time he bottomed out. He held for an instant before pulling back out and ramming himself home again.
She lost herself in the moment as her pleasure built. He was way better than any toy she'd ever used, and not nearly as impatient as her last coltfriend. She moaned helplessly as he relentlessly drove in and out with the regularity of a machine. It was hard to be sure, but she thought she'd done better than Lyra had.
She tensed as she felt an orgasm approaching. She could already tell this was going to be a good one; probably better than the time last estrus when she and Twinkleshine had spent half the night taking turns eating each other out.
Further down the line, she heard a mare scream in pleasure, and that was enough to trigger her own climax. Her stallion obliged, slamming himself all the way inside her, and by Celestia she could feel his flare and then he was unloading deep inside her, his forehooves clenched tightly around her barrel.
Four Weeks Later
The mares clustered around the bulletin board where the results of the exam had been posted. Lemon Hearts scanned down the list until she came to her name.
Lemon Hearts: Fail. It's a filly.
She sighed. Some days it wasn't worth going to school. Her parents were going to be so disappointed that she’d have to retake the class in eleven months.
Author's Note
I suppose one might find the ending a little dark. Meh, whatever.
