Preliminary Tour

After the embarrassing encounter in the hall, Twilight had gotten dressed quickly and went back downstairs to find her mother in the kitchen making tea. They were now sitting at a couple of tall chairs at the island in the center of the room.

“Mom, I am so sorry,” Twilight began. “I thought I was alone in the house and I didn't want to --”

“Twilight, sweetie, it's okay.” Velvet put her hand on top of her daughter's. “You're a teenager. I'd be worried if you weren't... um... enjoying yourself on a regular basis at this point. I just didn't realize you were so... verbal.”

Twilight felt her cheeks heating up again, and she looked at the countertop. “Um... usually I... uh... bite my pillow.”

Velvet cleared her throat and gave what she hoped was a reassuring grin. “I see.”

“I was just so worked up after my tour at CHS,” Twilight said. “I just needed to, I don't know, unwind or something and since I thought you were going to be gone for a while and there was no one else in the house --”

“I understand,” said Velvet. “Speaking of, how was your tour?”

Twilight swallowed. “It was... very informative. Everyone was nice and understanding. And, um, they went into a LOT of detail about how they do things there.”

Boy, is THAT an understatement. Twilight thought. “And I think it'll be a good place for me to work on my social skills.”

“And what did you think about their special disciplinary program?” Velvet asked.

“Well, it's definitely unusual, and I can't imagine how much cleaning they have to do on a regular basis, but I think – wait, WHAT?!” Twilight goggled at her mother. “You know about the special disciplinary program?!”

Now it was Velvet's turn to blush again. “Well... yes. Principal Celestia called your father and I when you first filed for your transfer. She didn't want there to be any confusion or misunderstandings about how they handle things there. We even took a tour ourselves. I admit, we were both rather shocked to find out about it, but she explained how anyone who is uncomfortable with it could opt out and no one was forced to participate if they didn't want to.”

“But why didn't you tell me?” Twilight demanded. “I filed for the transfer almost two weeks ago! You could have warned me!”

Velvet sighed. “Twilight, honey, I love your father very much, but he is an incredible prude. He was ready to tell you that you couldn't transfer to CHS at all.”

“What?” Twilight stared. She thought about her only other options.

Following the Friendship Games, it was clear that Principal Cinch would have done anything to prevent Twilight from getting into the Everton Independent Study program. The principal had been considerably colder to Twilight since then.

Not only that, Cinch seemed to be taking out her aggravation on the student body as a whole. Sour Sweet and Sugarcoat had both reported to Twilight that they had each gotten no less than half a dozen spankings in the week following the Friendship Games, and they were both on the honor roll! Their parents weren't happy about that and there were rumors the PTA was petitioning the board of the academy for Cinch's removal.

Twilight herself seemed to have escaped Cinch's wrath, although she was fairly certain that was because Cinch was afraid she might go full Midnight Sparkle again and destroy the school.

If she was being honest, she kind of worried about that herself.

Her mother's voice brought her out of her reverie.

“Your father, bless him, is very old fashioned about sex,” Velvet was explaining. “And he wasn't one hundred percent on board with you being a part of the disciplinary program. He relaxed a little bit when we were told it was voluntary and all the precautions they took for those who chose to opt out. It made him more open to the idea of you transferring to CHS.”

“But that still doesn't explain why you didn't tell me you knew about all this.”

Velvet sighed. “I had to do a lot of talking to your father to convince him that the transfer was a good idea. We enrolled you at Crystal Prep because we thought it would be the best place for you to develop your talents.

“But as time went on, we saw how miserable and isolated you were.” Velvet gave her daughter a serious look. “And I'm sorry for that.”

“What?” Twilight blinked. “Mom, no. you don't need to apologize.”

“You were unhappy at CPA and we didn't see it in time,” Velvet insisted. “So when you announced you were going to apply to Everton, we were thrilled, because it meant you'd be somewhere else. Somewhere which could be better for you.”

“And then the Friendship Games happened,” Twilight finished. “And because I planned to transfer to CHS, I missed the deadline to apply to Everton.”

She leaned her head back and let out a despairing groan. “I screwed everything up!”

“What? No!” said Velvet. Twilight looked back at her mother, who continued. “I convinced your father that you could still go to CHS. I mean, we sent you to a school that still uses corporal punishment, even though we knew you weren't likely to get into trouble. How was this any different?”

“I guess it isn't... kinda?” Twilight said.

“So, after that, we talked and we realized that when it came to what CHS was doing, maybe we needed to back off. Our decisions for your education hadn't exactly been the best so far.”

Velvet looked down at the counter, ashamed. Twilight took her mom's hand again.

“It's okay, Mom. Really. You were just trying to do what was best for me.”

Velvet looked up and smiled. “So, we decided it might be best if you made this decision yourself. While we weren't certain about letting you encounter it on your own, we also thought it would be best if we didn't try to influence your decision before you had your tour.”

“And Dad's... okay if I decide to be part of the program?”

Velvet shifted in her seat. “He's still adjusting to the idea. But he's agreed to abide by your decision.”

“What about you?”

“I'm also going to abide by it.”

Twilight shook her head. “No, no. I mean, what do you think I should do?”

Velvet shook her head in response. “I think you should do what you think is best for you. I'm not going to say anything that could influence you, Twilight. Not even accidentally.”

Twilight sighed and seemed to deflate in her chair. It was up to her, she realized, like it had always been.

“Don't rush into it if you need more time,” said Velvet. “Principal Celestia said everyone gets as much time as they need to make the decision.”

Twilight nodded. She considered everything she had seen at CHS from the Friendship Games, to the nude gym class, to the assessments...

To her new friends. Her new friends who had saved her from her own anger and twisted desires. Who had accepted her wholeheartedly, not because she looked like someone else they knew, but because of who she was. She wanted to be around them, to learn from them, to enjoy everything friendship had to offer.

She looked up and gave her mother a small smile.

“I think I know what I'm going to do.”

The next week, Twilight had her assessment.

It didn't exactly go according to plan.

“For goodness' sake, Twilight!” said Nurse Redheart, looking a the clock over the door. “School is almost over!”

Twilight, naked and restrained on the exam table, screamed at the top of her lungs as her latest orgasm made her arch her back and lift her hips fully off the table. She crashed down again, and almost immediately started feeling herself rushing towards another.

“S-Sorry, Nurse Redheart!” she managed to get out. “I... I don't know whAHHHHHH! – what's going on!”

“You've been here since lunch!” Nurse Redheart's exasperation was audible. She had completely lost count of how many times the girl had released during the assessment. She thought they were up around nineteen at this point, but who knew at this point? Twilight obviously didn't, and she showed no signs of stopping anytime soon.

“OH FUCK! FUCK YES! YESSSSSS! FUCK SHIT CHRISTFUCKDAMMITFUUUUUUCK!” Twilight screamed as she came again. “MORE MOOOOOOOOOREEEEEE!”

Nurse Redheart let out a sigh. I'll have to tell Cheerilee I'll be late for dinner. And tell Celestia that I think we created a monster.

Twilight Sparkle was forcibly ejected from the nurses office with a brand new assessment card about an hour later. It was unique in being the first assessment card with an asterisk attached to the number.

She spent a further two hours in the shower when she got home.