Preliminary Tour

“How?” Twilight asked as the principal escorted her down the hall way. “How is this legal?”

“Well, I admit it's very unorthodox,” Celestia said as they walked. “And we certainly didn't implement it overnight. My sister and I discovered a medical journal article which documented an experiment with college students to see how frequent sexual release affected their study habits. The findings were very encouraging and we found several other studies that backed it up. We thought we might try something similar and held many... MANY... meetings about the best way to implement it.”

“But... but those were college students, not high schoolers!” Twilight protested. “I mean... how did you get anyone to agree with this?”

“Our presentation to the PTA was quite compelling,” Celestia answered.

“So every student has to be... um... evaluated and given a set number of or-org...”

“We prefer the term 'releases,'” said Celestia. “It seems to make everyone more comfortable.”

“Releases then. They have to have that many... releases whenever they commit some rules infraction? They don't get a choice in the matter?”

Celestia stopped dead in her track and looked at Twilight, shocked. “Of COURSE they have a choice, Twilight. We don't force anyone to do anything that will make them uncomfortable. All parents have to sign off on the program as a disciplinary option, and so does the student, to ensure that everyone is fully aware of what is going on. Also, any participating student can request to be removed from the program at any time. If the parents agree, then that is the end of it. Releases are no longer an option for disciplinary action once a student opts out. We also have other safeguards in place.”

“Like what?” Twilight asked as they rounded a corner.

“Well, in some cases – ah!” Celestia smiled as she looked down the hall. Twilgiht followed her gaze and saw Applejack seated at a desk outside the classroom. She was quietly reading her textbook and making notes. “Applejack! Could we have a moment?”

Applejack looked up and smiled. “Howdy, Principal Celestia. Howdy, Twilight. Givin' ya the tour, huh?”

“Yes, and I think our little quirks are causing her some concern,” said Celestia, smiling at Twilight. “I figured she could use an opinion from a student who doesn't participate in the release program.”

“Oh, sure!” said Applejack. Twilight goggled at her.

“Wait, you don't do all of... that?” the nerdy girl asked.

“Nope. Ain't my kind of thing at all,” the farm girl answered. “That's why I'm out here. Got a release happenin' in there right now.” She jerked a thumb at the door.

“Rainbow Dash again?” Celestia asked.

“Nope. Believe it or not, it's Fluttershy. That rabbit of hers snuck inside her backpack again. Got out and kicked up a fuss. Got the little varmint back under control, but Fluttershy was so stressed over it, teach figured she could use the release to calm down.”

“What?!” Twlight glanced at the classroom door. Celestia gave her a gentle push to encourage her to look through the small window. Twilight swallowed and looked through and let out a gasp.

Fluttershy was tied to a chair, stark naked, her legs spread and strapped to two of the chair legs. Her hands were behind her back. A belt was cinched around her stomach, with a large wand consisting of a shaft and a large ball hung down from it, so the ball was touching Fluttershy's groin. The girl's head was thrown back and her mouth was open, but apparently she was quiet even when this was going on because the rest of the class was continuing like nothing was happening.

“This is crazy!” Twilight said, turning back. “She can't be enjoying this!”

Applejack shrugged. “She says she does. In fact, sometimes I think that girl keeps bringin' animals in here just so it can happen. But enough about that. You wanted to know about students who don't participate in them there shenanigans.”

“But... I... yes, all right,” Twilight sputtered, still very confused. “Why don't you do... that?”

“Cause it don't work on me.”

Twilight blinked as she felt the gears in her head, already overheating, smash into each other. “What?!”

“Applejack is asexual,” Celestia explained.

“Yep, so this kinda thing ain't really gonna affect me one way or the other,” Applejack confirmed. “And, because of that, I don't really care to see it happenin' when other people get put up for releases. So, I come out here and get on with the lesson until it's all over with.”

“And it's the same with any student who decides to opt out of the program,” Celestia continued. “They are not required to participate in or witness anything that makes them uncomfortable. I would say, of those students who would qualify for the program, about twenty percent have elected to opt out.”

“Really? Twenty percent?” Twilgiht asked. “Wait, that means eighty percent of the Seniors are okay with this?”

“Why not?” Applejack said. “It ain't my cup of tea, but it sure beats detention or suspension or other things like that.”

“In fact, we've had a sharp reduction in actionable infractions since implementing the program. A few good releases and most misbehaving students are nice and relaxed and ready to focus on school.”

“But what about repeat offenders?” Twilight asked. “Surely there's those who well... would WANT to get in trouble on a regular basis.”

“You ever gorge yourself on ice cream?” Applejack asked. Twilight turned to look at her, confused.

“I'm sorry?” she asked.

“Or pie, or cake, or somethin' you really like?”

“Sometimes,” Twilight answered, not sure where this was going.

“And when you eat so much of that thing you like until you get sick, what happens?”

“I usually don't want to look at it for a few months.”

“Same principle here,” Applejack explained.

“Exactly,” said Celestia. “Most students who decide to game the system for self pleasure soon discover it's far too exhausting to keep up for long and soon manage to get themselves under control. Even Pinkie Pie has had her down periods in that regard.”

At that moment, the door opened and another student poked her head out into the hall. “Fluttershy's done, Applejack. You can come back in now.”

“Thanks!” Applejack got up from the desk and gathered up her things. “Anything else you wanna know before I go back in?”

“Um... no, I don't think so,” said Twilight, her head still reeling from everything she'd seen and heard so far.

Applejack nodded and put a hand on the other girl's shoulder. “Look, I know it's kinda weird but it seems to work, and hey, if you decide it's not for you, then ya don't have to do it. Ain't nobody gonna force you, right, Principal Celestia?”

“Absolutely,” Celestia agreed. “You better run along, Applejack.”

Applejack nodded. “See ya around, Twilight.” With that, the farm girl went back into the classroom, closing the door behind her.

“This is insane. No one could possibly think this is a good idea,” Twilight muttered.

“And yet,” Celestia said. “But I think we're getting way too focused on the discipline policy. Let's get back to the tour so you can see the facilities we offer.”

“Yes!” Twilight said, a little too quickly. “Facilities! Excellent!”

They began walking down the hall again, but they had barely gone twenty feet when a gray girl with long dark hair and a bow tie rounded another corner at high speed and ran right into the principal. Both managed to stay on their feet, but they looked at each other and the girl blushed.

“Really, Octavia,” said Celestia, straightening her jacket. “Running in the halls? During class, no less?”

“I'm so sorry, Principal Celestia,” Octavia said. She had a pleasant posh voice. “I left my homework in my locker and had to go get it. Here's my hall pass.”

She showed a laminated card to the principal who nodded, but her expression was still stern.

“That's no excuse for not looking where you're going.”

“I know, and I am so sorry, but I really need to get back to class. We're presenting oral reports and I was supposed to be the fifth presenter and --”

“Octavia,” Celestia's voice was stern and unyielding. “Card.”

Octavia stopped speaking and reached into a pocket in her skirt, pulling out another laminated card. Celestia looked it over.

“Six? Really?” she asked.

“Nurse Redheart upped it last semester after I stressed out so much during finals,” Octavia said quietly.

“Have you had any today?”

Octavia swallowed. “No, Principal Celestia.”

Celestia sighed. “All right. You know what to do, then.”

Octavia nodded then, to Twilight's increasing shock, lifted her skirt up to her waist, exposing the soft pink panties underneath to the principal. Twilight's jaw dropped and her eyes almost bulged out of her head when Celestia, without any warning, slid her hand into the front of her students panties and began to feel the girl up.

“Wha—you---she--HUH?!” Twilight sputtered, her face turning bright red.

Octavia was letting out a few sputters of her own as Principal Celestia's fingers moved around inside her underwear. Little squeaks and sighs spewed from her lips as her own face became nearly as red as Twilight's. Celestia herself had an expression of concentration, indicating that she was getting no pleasure out of the activity, merely performing a routine task.

After a few seconds, the principal withdrew her hand, took out a handkerchief and began using it, while talking to her student.

“As I thought. When you get back to class, after you've given your report, tell the teacher I'm ordering a full series of releases for you.”

“A full series?” Octavia protested. “But there won't be enough time for that left in class.”

Celestia arched an eyebrow. “Would you like me to order ten instead of six?”

Octavia flushed again in embarrassment. “No, Principal Celestia. I apologize. I shouldn't have been running in the halls and I'm sorry I talked back to you just now.”

Celestia gave her a smile. “That's all right, Octavia. You've just been worrying too much about all this. A few good releases should help relax you. Now, back to class and I will be checking to make sure you've done what I've said. Understand?”

“Yes, ma'am. Thank you.”

Celestia waved her fingers and Octavia walked, rather than ran, down the hall to her class.

“Octavia's a good girl,” Celestia remarked, putting the handkerchief away. “But she does allow herself to get so agitated from time to time, especially when it comes to her music or her schoolwork. Now, where were we?”

She looked at Twilight with an expectant smile. Twilight looked from her, to Octavia's retreating form, then back to the principal, her face a mix of confusion, incredulousness, and maybe a hint of anger.

“WHAT WAS THAT?!” she shrieked.