Good Morning, Class

"Oog..that's gonna take getting used to." Spike shook his head to clear the wonky sensation from sudden teleportation. It was admittedly a pretty good way to keep uninvited guests out, and he had a feeling there were measures to keep someone from going over the wall, by climbing or flying.

Still, a little warning would've been nice.

Once the feeling subsided, he began his walk to see the dean. "Ok, he said the one with the sign is the main hall. Hope it's not her lunch break." It took a minute to reach the main door, but once he was in, a feeling of accomplishment washed over him. He was sure this was going to help him with two goals; first was a steady paycheck. Second, and the more important one, he'd finally be taken seriously.

Spike was a dragon born and raised in Canterlot City. Unfortunately, while there were a few others like griffons, deer, and even some changlings that lived amongst the mostly pony population, he was the only dragon there as far as he knew. That meant that there weren't many who knew that much about his kind.

Namely the fact that male dragons physically aged at half the rate of others, including female dragons. Because of this, even though he was a few months shy of his twenty-second birthday, he was easily mistaken for, and treated like, a ten-year old.

It was even more frustrating when he tried to prove his age and was simply blown off as 'playing pretend'. Hopefully this job would solve those problems. After all, it wasn't that hard to be a homeroom teacher, right? Just make sure the students were ready for the day and help them out if they needed it.

Now, if he had been standing still while all this was going through his mind, it probably wouldn't be an issue. Except he was walking, and by the time he realized there was someone standing there after turning a corner he almost walked right in her.

"Eep!"

"Whoa!" His shoes squeaked loudly as he hit the brakes to avoid hitting a unicorn mare that was looking at the local bulletin board, "Sorry, my bad! I didn't see you therrrrrr---" Spike's voice trailed off into a low drone when he saw what she had on.

Or rather, what she didn't have on. She had on a top that barely qualified as one, stopping just at the nubs of her nipples, exposing the full lower half of her ample bust. Between that and her shoes, however...

Was nothing! Spike felt his face heat up alarmingly quick and his pants become a tad uncomfortable as he inadvertently looked down her naked lower body. She wasn't unattractive by any means; curvaceous with a pale sea green coat that she obviously took care of , but even if it was rather cute to look at...her naked pussy was almost right in his face! He could literally see the line of pink flesh between her netherlips from where he was standing!

"Well, hey there, Cutie!" She giggled, bending down to look at him, almost spilling out of her top in the process, "What are you doing here?"

"I...I...eye-yie-yie...uh...d-dean's office..." He managed to get out, trying hard not to take note of how the top was now showing her in all her glory. 'Sweet gumbo, those certainly don't look fake.'

"Oh, well, I have a class I need to get to in a few minutes, otherwise I'd love to show you myself. Lucky for you, Dean Cadance's office is pretty close. Just down the hall there, take the second left, and it's at the very end of that hall. Can't miss it."

As she turned to point out the way, Spike couldn't help but sneak a peek of the mare's firm-looking rear, 'Well...she definitely does squats.' "Oh, th-thanks." He said, getting another giggle and pat on the head before walking away as fast as he could without looking odd. 'H-HOLY SHIT! He hollered mentally, 'How the hell is she just walking around like...like THAT!? Seriously! She's obviously aware of it, but didn't seem worried in the slightest. Maybe...maybe it's just some weird sorority initiation or something...?' He almost had to smack himself in order to not look back.

Whether or not Spike was hoping for an answer, he got one as soon as he entered the first hallway she pointed out. There were other female students walking around, but the only article of clothing he saw that they all had on were shoes. A few were dressed normally, but others were wearing nothing as well; and the full gamut in-between.

It didn't help that some girls would giggle and wave cutely at him while he was trying his hardest not to pop a freaking tent in his trousers. His eyes bugged out at one earth pony dressed in only a C-string, bent over at the water fountain, and he almost whined when his next sight was a pair of pegasai girls making out beside the stairs, one in a thong, the other nude. 'Geeze, I've seen less bare female flesh at the beach! How the hell do the male students deal with this!? For that matter...where ARE the male students?' That was something else he realized as he finally reached the dean's office: out of the students he saw currently...

They were all female. Not one guy to be seen.

"Got a funny feeling about this." He muttered, knocking on the door.

"Come in." The feminine voice called out from inside. He promptly complied. Inside was a fairly standard-looking office. Desk off to one side, a small nameplate on it reading 'Dean Mi Amore Cadenza', file cabinet, a couple of tasteful pictures, a knick-knack here and there...except Spike was too busy staring at the almost naked pink alicorn mare laying under the sunlamp to notice it all.

"I'll be with you in just a moment." She said, rubbing lotion onto her plump breasts, two dark pink nipples topping them (damn things had to be borderline E-cup!). Spike wasn't sure whether to be aroused at the sight, amazed at the fact she was an alicorn; the first he'd ever seen, or try to figure out if what she did have on counted as a g-string. It was little more than a side-tie waistband and a strip of fabric between her legs, barely wide enough to cover her entrance.

He spent the next few seconds fighting the risk of his tent getting any bigger than it was before she sat up, breasts cheerfully jiggling. "Ah, Spike Drake, I presume?"

A nod was the only response he could give. 'Above the neck! Look above her neck, Drake! No matter how tantalizing those soft, juicy-looking globes of hers are...shit! She's gonna be your boss shortly!'

Not bothering to change, she headed to the file cabinet and retrieved a folder, "I have to admit, when your grandfather suggested you as his replacement, I was a little uncertain." Said, sitting down at the desk, "There's usually a degree of nepotism when a family member gets recommended, no offense. However..." She opened the folder and rifled through its contents, "...your records show otherwise. Decent grades through high school, Bachelor's degree by nineteen and received your teaching license just a few months ago."

"Al-almost didn't get it." He replied, keeping his gaze focused on the base of her horn, "One of the instructors refused to believe my age."

"Luckily for you, I'm well aware the age quirk male dragons have." She closed the file and gave him quite the cute smile, offering her hand, "Well, then let me be the first to say welcome to the crew, Spike...if it's ok for me to call you that."

"No, it...it's fine, Mrs. Cadenza" He replies, taking the hand in a shake.

"'Miss', actually. And feel free to call me Cadance. We encourage everyone to know each other on a more casual level. Helps make interaction between faculty and students less tense sometimes."

"W-well, that's helpful." Spike swallowed loudly before deciding to bring up something, "Um, Cadance? When...when I was making my way here, I saw several students dressed, well...I guess 'dressed' wouldn't really be the right term..."

"I know what you mean. We learned that the students tend to put more energy into their studies when they're allowed to wear what they choose. Given the privacy afforded by the security measures, as long as they wear something reasonable when off campus and abide by the code of behavior, their attire within these walls is their choice."

"Oh." He was trying hard to look calm. Internally, however, he was screaming. 'I'MDEADI'MDEADI'MDEADI'MDEAD!!' "So-so then...?" He attempted to be subtle in gesturing to what she had on.

"Examples have to start somewhere." Cadance grinned and gave her breasts a little shake, causing Spike's eyes to immediately dart to them briefly, "Yeah, I'm proud of them too." She leaned forward a bit, "Actually, I'd be more worried if you didn't look. Like most mares, I enjoy it when my little girls are appreciated."

"R-right." Spike responded, his voice going up an octave. 'She calls those 'little'!?'

Cadance then took a look at the clock, "Well, I believe class is officially in session right now, so let's show them their new Homeroom teacher, shall we?"

"Oh, um, l-lead the way." He said. And almost tripped when her tail swung to the side and he saw that the material didn't even attempt to conceal her heart-shaped rear. 'Please let me survive my first day...' He pleaded mentally, hoping he had at least the willpower to ignore the swing of Cadance's perfect ass.

"Something wrong, Spike?" Cadance asked when she saw the disconcerted look on her new teacher's face as they left the main building.

Due to the somewhat limited area, the college held-at most-around six hundred students. Averaging thirty to a classroom, meaning twenty initial classrooms-five in the main hall, the rest in a separate building-for standard subjects like math, and history. Classes that required certain equipment, like biology, chemistry and others had their own buildings. Gym tended to be held outside, provided it wasn't raining.

"Not..not really..." He said, absentmindedly watching a group of girls doing jumping jacks...bottomless jumping jacks, "Although...how...how do your male students handle this...?

"Oh, we don't have any male students. They go to Canterlot University on the other side of town. Granted, we do have a couple of male teachers, including you, but Canterlot College is an all-female campus. Didn't Scorpan tell you?"

"N-no..." He answered, hoping she didn't catch the way he whimpered it, 'I hope the view from your penthouse SUCKS, Grandpa!'

"Well, you do now, if that helps." She chuckled, taking him into a building opposite the main hall. Inside was an interesting setup; a hallway with large windows giving a view of the campus on one side, and the classrooms on the other. Strangely enough, the floors above were apparently comprised of only the classrooms with walkways-wide enough for four to stand side-by-side-providing access between them, and stair cases at each end. Multiple pillars provided support, giving the whole set up a bit of an apartment feel.

"Here you go." Cadance said, stopping at the door labeled 'B-5'. The click of the knob echoed a little as she opened it

Spike gulped and stepped in with her, taking deep breaths with each step.

The random chatter inside stopped almost instantly. "Morning, ladies." Cadance spoke up once they reached the middle of the room, "You all know by now that Scorpan has retired." Sounds of confirmation filled the air briefly, "With that in mind, let me introduce you to your new Homeroom teacher. Someone Scorpan himself recommended; his grandson, Spike Drake."

Every single pair of eyes in that room were on him in an instant. He fought back the urge to shiver and mustered up what nerve he could. "H-Hello..."