Author's Note

You've been given 99 lives!

Opening the Inventory Menu, and hitting Square, Square, Square, Square, Square, Square, O, Up, O, Left, O, Right, O was first used in the 1998 game Spyro the Dragon.

Open the Inventory Menu, and Hit Square Six Times, O, Up, O, Left, O, Right, O

You listen to your classmates moving from desk to desk. They're conversing, and joking with one another. As usual, you're ignoring your surroundings. Class started a long time ago, and just like always, you're doing some dumb project that you're struggling with. The bell is a few minutes away from ringing, so by now, you give up, and put down your tools that you were holding onto with your magic. You roll your eyes after the teacher goes by and informs you with a worried expression that you've flunked another lesson again.

The hallway is too crowded, and as another pony trots closely next to you, and goes much faster, you slow down that much more until you reach your locker. You open it, and stare. You get your things, close it, and continue onwards with the day. School these days just really isn't fun anymore for you. In fact, the more you trot along your way towards your upcoming Magics Practice class, the more you realize the lewd reality that you've been subconsciously comparing each and every single female flank that's within your line of sight.

You giggle to yourself, and enter the next room. It's mostly empty because of how early you are, so you take the time to warm up, and ask the teacher if you could toss a couple of the batons around in the air. To your shock, she tells you no, and that you are to report to the dean's office immediately.

Of course, you just stand there with a silly expression on your face for a few seconds while you wait patiently for her to confess that she's actually joking with you. She doesn't say anything else, however, and instead, she resumes reading her papers. You're left with no other option but to leave. With no side quests to do, either, while you turn around and start walking towards the exit, you can only wonder what the dean could possibly want with you.

It's a morbid feeling, going somewhere like the office that belongs to the pony that might just about be ready to expel you.

Again, you stop by your locker only to open it, and then promptly place your things back where you had gotten them. Everything is sort of moving in slow motion for you, but perhaps that's because you've lost count of how many times you've ejaculated within the last week.

"Don't stop moving," you tell yourself after closing your locker door. "Just... keep going."

It's as if your energy lapsed again and again.

This is the time that you start to reflect on your classes, and lessons, and goals. You remember how at the beginning of the semester, you started out strong, but soon enough, you began slipping. Luna helped for a time, but now, things have changed. You know that there's something keeping you from progressing with not just your school work, but you don't know what it is, and you know it's not the affection that you've been receiving lately.

You take another turn. You're nearly there.

What's bothering you so much these days? What could it be?

You're sitting outside of the dean's office now, and everything is not alright. He's making you wait for some reason, and the bell has rung. All of your other classmates and peers can see you. There's only a few chairs there, but nopony else is sitting next to you, so it's blatantly obvious that you're next to see him.

Another thirty-five minutes go by.

You're obviously really tired of waiting, and you glare at the groundskeeper sitting in front of his office door.

She starts to look back at you loosely from her desk. "Hun, he's speaking with somepony. He'll be ready for you soon, so would you stop gawking at me?"

You tell her, "I'd feel better if I knew what this was about."

She snorts a little as she inhales before saying, "What do you think this is about?" You don't say it aloud, but it's your grades. the atmosphere grows stupidly quiet after she asks you that, and you remain silent in your spot for a long time. You next hear somepony pop open a can of soda from down the hall, and then out from the corner of your eyes, you see the office doors open. "He'll see you now..."

You get up, and you walk in only to find that save for the dean, the room is also still occupied by another pony. She's slender, and although you doubt you've seen her walking around in the hallways before, something about her seems familiar. Her colors are black and blue. She's sitting all the way to your right and out of eyesight, so while confronting the dean, you can't really get a better glimpse of her.

Coming inside, and feeling a little bit shaken, you sigh curiously, "Huh..." You sit down, but no matter what happens, you just can't seem to get comfortable. It feels like that cute, petite mare over there is eyeing you the entire time. "Sup, dean, sir," you casually jest.

The dean is sitting right in front of you, and after a moment of waiting, he says something bewildering, and totally unpredictable.

He says, "Hello... Scrub."

Your jaw slightly drops, and you frown while looking away to the left. "Uh," you cough. There's a pause after you ask him, "Excuse me?"

He just looks at you, and then he looks at his papers, and then says briefly, "Still don't fully... understand why, but..."

"Huh?"

He looks back up at you, and then at last explains, "There's... a situation, and... you could help... It would grant you leniency for all these dishonorable achievements that you've made while being at this educational facility."

You feel your eyelids sulk as you listen to him speak. You really do hate his voice. It's like listening to a vacuum cleaner going while you're trying to hear what's going on in one of your video games.

"Your grades have been dropping," he says. You faze out, and then nod back awake. Your head dips again, and this time against your hoof as you just keep on trying to listen to what he's saying. Is he even looking at you?

"It was odd that she blah blah..."

At this point, you just can't help it. You've fallen asleep, and you're in Lala Land. You jump over a gap within some platform based game that you've played before.

"Ahem!" The dean clears his throat, and you wake back up woozily.

"Huh? I swear, I'll... do better." You roll your eyes as the last word leaves your lips, "Sir."

He's just sitting there, staring blankly at you. It's almost as if you can read his mind, and he's thinking, "You're an idiot."

The dean states, "I suppose I'll have to repeat myself... Princess Luna... wishes to attend here for a short period of time."

Your face turns white. You blink a few times, and ask him, "Can... you repeat that?"

Now he's the one rolling his eyes. "A third time? No... I believe that I got the message across the second time just fine. Would you kindly allow me to explain the offer that I am proposing to you?"

You're quite silent now.

"Good... Simply put, her Highness just wishes to take a couple of classes." He leans to your left, but looks to the right, and says, "She wants to see how things have changed over the last thousand years. She also wants to do this privately..."

You very, very slowly start to turn your head towards the blue pony that's sitting over there, and you come to the realization that it's her. It's Princess Luna, but so much more younger, and somehow sexier looking. She smiles giddily at you, and chuckles.

"I'm to understand it that she was approaching the grounds late this morning, and she saw you walking by. We were speaking, and she said that she'd like... the scrub to show her around, and help her out... and then she identified you with the school's yearbook. You're already attending a few of the classes that she shows interest in, too, so... How about it?"

You look from Luna to the dean, and ask, "You... two want me to...?"

"It would be a secret," he says as he gestures with a hoof. He points to her, "Princess Luna would be known throughout this college as Cotton Midnight. She'd simply be a new student, and I'd expect it of you to professionally see to it that she went from class to class admirably. She and I are in agreement that a modest friend might help her with this transition."

You sign some papers after agreeing to the assignment, and then the dean wastes no time in escorting you and Cotton Midnight out of the offices just before the next class is about to begin.

Throughout the passages that rounded left, and then right, the others start walking by you and Cotton. You can sort of feel a few of them somewhat looking at the two of you. There's a breeze with every passing young steed and mare that goes by. You look downwards, and to your left as you ask her, "Exactly... what's happening right now? What did you do? Because I am very confused at the moment."

She laughs briefly while hugging you, and you notice that her voice is also slightly higher pitched. She fails to answer your question because of the first bell suddenly ringing loudly. "We'd better hurry or else we're gonna be late!"