Good Morning, Class

"All right, let's see what we got..." Spike muttered to himself as he looked through the papers left for him on the desk while the first teacher came in for her class.

"O-oh, you must be the new Homeroom teacher Scorpan recommended." He heard her say. It was evident in her tone she'd done a double-take when she saw him, "I didn't expect you to be...um...you look younger than I expected!"

"Yeah, I tend to get that a lot." He replied, "But I'd rather let my actions de--" He turned to look her way, and almost fell off his chair when he did. Standing by the podium was a shapely cerise-colored earth pony mare. There was no doubt she was a few years older him, but she had a body that was definitely on par with the girls.

However, it wasn't just her figure that threw him off, it was the fact she had on a revealing blue and silver cheerleader outfit; a skintight, midriff-baring halter top that barely covered her breasts, and a skirt that showed off not only her legs, but a little bit of firm backside.

"Oh my! Are you all right!" She asked worried as he fought to regain his balance.

"Fine! I'm ok! Hehe. No problem!" He called out, pulling himself back into the seat and praying they didn't hear his voice crack, "Just...just wasn't on it as well as I thought. Um..." He quickly rifled through the papers until he found the class schedule, " I-I'm guessing you're Cheerilee, the Physics teacher."

"That's me!" She gave a cheerful bounce on her heels, causing her breast to bounce along. It also caused her skirt to flutter up a little, leaving no doubt that she had on no panties.

"Uh..right. W-well, I'll let you get started." He forced his attention back to the papers, 'I swear, boners, if the two of you don't go down...!'

"Cheerilee?" An accented voice called out. Spike glanced up to see it was from the deep orange-colored unicorn, her coat visibly a few shades darker than the county girl, wearing nothing more than a sarong that showed off her lithe figure. He immediately put his eyes back on his desk.

"Yes, Saffron?"

"Why are you in your cheer uniform? We don't have practice until tomorrow."

"Well..." Cheerilee rubbed the back of her head, blushing, "I forgot to do my laundry yesterday. Fortunately these uniforms are comfortable in weather like today."

"Cheer uniform?" Spike asked, briefly glancing back at her.

"Oh, Miss Cheerilee is our Physics teacher AND she coaches the college cheer squad!" Gabby answered him, the same exuberance in her voice as before, "You should watch practice, she taught us some great moves!"

"I..I'll keep that in mind." He said, quickly inhaling to keep the red out of his face at the thought of a full group dressed in those. With that, he went back to the papers while Cheerilee started her class.

"Applejack, where's Macareina?" He heard Cheerilee ask. He looked at the seats, realizing he hadn't seen just who was there. A quick count showed room for thirty-three in the rows, but three seats were conspicuously empty. Given only one name was mentioned, two were evidently unclaimed. A brief rummage let him find a page containing the seating arrangement:

Front Row:
Aloe, Lotus Blossom, Fleur Dis Lee, Moondancer, Coco Pommel, Minuette, Macareina , Twinkleshine, Lemon Hearts, Gabby, Juniper Montage

Center Row:
Limestone Pie, Flitter, Cloudchaser, [Empty Seat], Lyra Heartstrings, Bonbon, Carrot Top, Roseluck, Coloratura, Spitfire, Saffron Marsala

Back Row:
Rarity, Applejack, Rainbow Dash, Fluttershy, Twilight Sparkle, Pinkie Pie, Ember, Gilda, Maud Pie, Marble Pie, [Empty Seat]

"'Fraid mah sister got a hold of a batch of bad alfalfa." The country girl, or Applejack, responded, earning winces of sympathy from the other ponies, as well as Spike; he had developed a taste for pony cuisine when he was younger and was aware of how unpleasant something like that could be. "The doctor said she'll be needin' to stay in bed fer a couple days."

"Ooh. Well, when you see her, remind her about the test you have next week, ok? All right...now, I believe we were continuing from where we left off about the laws of conservation and their possible interaction with each other..."

While the class went on, Spike resumed reading, his main focus being on the schedule. Since today was Friday, they were having Physics, Literature, and History as their morning subjects, then two hours of either free time or classes in the other buildings before the cafeteria opened for lunch. 'Nice, I can learn my way around the campus then.' He thought, looking up every now and then during the lesson to catch what was going on.

It didn't take long before the lesson was finished and Cheerilee left for her next classroom. A few minutes later, another teacher arrived, this one with a similar orange tone to Saffron, but she was dressed in a business suit and had a somewhat stern look in her eye.

"Mr. Drake, I presume." She said, looking straight at him, "I am Ms. Harshwhinny, the Literature teacher for this establishment. I won't beat around the bush; in all honesty, while it's an accomplishment in itself, I have my reservations about having someone your age employed here. However, this is your first day so I shall withhold judgement until a later date."

"Oh..uh, thanks?" He said as she turned back to the class 'Guess she's not one for small talk.' . Apparently they were going over work from a Neighponese poet he'd never heard of, so he focused more on the papers. Along with the seating and schedule, there was memo:

Homeroom Teacher Priorities:
Confirm students are present and accounted for
Provide daily announcements and/or planned event info
Mediate disagreements/conflicts between classmates
It is the Homeroom teacher and students' duty to ensure classroom is kept clean and organized
While not required, teachers and students are encouraged to socialize amongst each other

'Well, makes sense I guess. Given what Cadance said about everyone's names' He thought before going over the rest of the papers.

It wasn't long before Literature was finished and the the History teacher made her way in; a light gold mare in a pith helmet.

A mare Spike instantly recognized, "A...A.K. Yearling? YOU'RE the History teacher!? Holy crap!" He stared at her slack-jawed

She chuckled, "In the flesh. I take it you liked some of my stuff."

"A-Are you kidding!?" He blurted out, "I have your books about Lady Icehoof's burial site, the Neverstone ruins dig, the excavation of those griffon catacombs near Bluebeak Valley, the full Daring Do manga collection, AND all nine movies on DvD!"

A squee was heard from Rainbow, "You got the movies?!"

"Well, nice to meet a fan." Yearling grinned, "So, you're B-5's new Homeroom teacher, huh? Something tells me you'll fit in pretty good."

"I hope so. Still my first day-ay-ay-ay..." His voice stuttered when he got a better look at her. Not to say Yearling wasn't nice to look at; a life of archaeology and treasure hunting had made her quite fit with a rather supple-looking figure. But with the exception of her boots and helmet, she was also as naked as some of the student.

"Something wrong?" She asked, seeing his face lighting up.

"Um...w-well, you look pretty. COMFORTABLE! Y-you look pretty comfortable..." He smiled weakly.

"Yeah." She stretched, pushing her firm c-cups out a little, "With the booby traps at my digs, running into a few cranky animals, and the occasional scheme from a rival, I'm pretty used to ending up in just my hat at work. And after one too many pranks along those lines at other jobs, I decided to just cut out the middlemare when I learned about this school's wardrobe policies. Makes each day feel like an adventure."

"I...I...I see..." Spike replied, trying to will any sign of a blush away, "Any..anyway, I'll let you get cl-class started." He turned back to the desk as quick as he could. 'Did she....? Nah, that silly! It's still morning so she probably hasn't been up long. It's not that farfetched, even though she's naked as a breezy.' He told himself, letting out another weak chuckle, albeit quieter.

A few minutes later, he was reading over a paper that mentioned a few names of other teachers when something caught his attention out of the corner of his eye. A turn of the head showed it to be Yearling's hand, not much more then a foot away.

It was then that he heard her say something about Princess Platnum and looked to what she was referring to.

And found himself getting the perfect view of her naked backside; two pert and toned cheeks well within grabbing range. His eyes widened to an almost painful extent and the blush returned with a vengeance. For a moment, he thought she was just standing there...

Until she turned to face the board, and gave him a playful wink.

'That....that was deliberate!?' He forced down the lump in his throat at the thought, 'Dammit, boners! I said go away!

For the rest of the lesson, he was treated to the sight of her shooting him teasing looks and winks when she wasn't facing the class. He didn't know how she did it, but she managed to walk in a way that let only him see her hips swing a bit. The mare even took a seat on the edge of his desk, almost presenting herself to him! A couple of times when she looked his way, he could almost swear her line of sight went straight to his lap.

He let out a shuddering exhale when the lesson was finished before she came back over and whispered, "I think you and I are going to get along quite well."

'I need a drink...'