Chapters Part One: Of School and Science
PRELIMINARY TOUR
Shameless “Equestria Girls” smut by Erin Mills
“Thank you very much for the personal tour, Principal Celestia,” said Twilight Sparkle as they left the school office. “It's so nice of you to show me around before my transfer is finalized.”
Celestia smiled. “We're so glad you've decided to finish out your schooling here, Twilight. However, before you do fully transfer, I felt it might be a good idea to show you exactly what you're getting into.”
“What do you mean?” Twilight asked. “From everything I've seen, Canterlot High is filled with friendly, clean cut students who seem to care about each other and the school. It's much different from Crystal Prep.”
“Yes,” Celestia said slowly, a slight blush tinging her cheeks. “Well, one of the reasons for that is we take a somewhat... unorthodox approach to discipline here at CHS.”
Twilight blinked. “What do you mean?” A thought occurred to her. “You don't mean you still employ corporal punishment here too?”
“'Too?'” Celestia blinked. Twilight's face no had a blush of her own and she looked at her feet. Celestia cleared her throat. “Never mind, Twilight. No, we don't use corporal punishment here. Our methods are to try to, shall we say, curb the more rambunctious urges young adults like yourself occasionally have which causes them to act out in class.”
Twilight looked confused. “I'm sorry, Principal Celestia, I'm not following you.”
Celestia stopped walking and glanced through the window of the door to a nearby classroom. She smiled. “Ah, this will do. I think you'll get the idea if I show you what we do here.”
The principal opened the door, allowing Twilight to enter first, following behind. The shy potential transfer student stopped dead in her tracks and stared wide eyed at the scene before her.
Miss Cheerilee was lecturing to her class as normal. The students at their desks were paying various degrees of attention, also as normal. What wasn't normal, however, was a very naked Pinkie Pie atop the teacher's desk, riding what looked like a vibrating cushion. The pink girl's hands were tied behind her back and her legs were securely strapped to the sides of the cushion. Pinkie bounced enthusiastically up and down on the cushion, her large full breasts making amusing “boing” sounds as they bounced right along with her. Pinkie's head was thrown back and she let out a loud moan of pleasure.
“Pinkie Pie,” said Miss Cheerilee, a warning note in her voice. “You're already on there for ten. Do you want five more for interrupting the lecture?”
“N-n-noooooo, Miss Cheerilee,” Pinkie panted. “S-s-sorry! I'll be...ooooo... I'll be qui-qui-quieeeeeeeEEEEEE!”
Pinkie quickly bit her lip, and Twilight stared as the girl's thighs began to shiver against the cushion. Pinkie let out a low hiss of air between her exposed teeth as she rode out her very public orgasm. After a moment she relaxed and took a deep breath, before resuming her bouncing.
Miss Cheerilee nodded. “Six more to go, and then you can put your clothes back on, Pinkie. If you can keep quiet.”
“Y-yes, Miss-ssss Cheeril—Cheerilee,” Pinkie finally got out through hitching breaths.
Twilight jumped as she felt Celesta put her hand on her shoulder and gently guide her back out into the hall.
“What was that?” Twilight demanded. “Did Pinkie Pie just... there? On the desk?! In front of EVERYBODY?!”
“Well, yes,” Celestia said matter of factly.
Twilight goggled at her. “What? She...? How is this allowed?!”
“Let's walk. There's still more of the school for you to see. I think you'll like seeing our science lab.”
“That's not answering my question!”
Celesta gave her an indulgent smile. “It's very simple, Twilight. Here at CHS we understand teenagers are raging volcanoes of hormones sometimes. Those chemical imbalances that puberty brings as you move into adulthood can cause all sorts of problems for our students. So, we decided that it was in the best interests of everyone concerned if we implemented periodic sexual release for our students during the school day.”
“WHAT?!” Twilight stopped dead in the hall. “You let the students have sex in school?!”
Celestia frowned. “Would you please keep your voice down? Classes are still in session, Twilight.”
Twilight's mouth snapped shut at the authoritative tone of the principal's voice. Seeing her look of distress, Celestia's own expression softened and she gently led Twilight down the hall.
“Of course we don't allow the students to have sex in school. That would hardly be ethical, and the risks of teen pregnancy or STDs are far too great. No, what we do is evaluate each student and determine the best number of releases that student would be required to have whenever they commit an infraction of school rules and then provide them with the means to achieve those releases. Generally, three to five is the ideal amount to calm them down and get them to focus on classwork.”
“But, I heard the teacher in there say Pinkie had to have ten?” Twilight began to wonder if maybe she had hit her head shortly after she had arrived for the tour and this was all a very strange sex dream she was having.
“Pinkie Pie is more... energetic than most students,” Celestia explained. “She doesn't break the rules often, but when she does, it usually takes her longer to calm down.”
“And you evaluate ALL the students?” Twilight's voice was high and tight.
“Well, not ALL,” Celestia admitted. “Just the Seniors. Since we're a combined school, we don't assess the middle schoolers and Freshmen and certainly don't require releases from them. Most are confused enough by their bodies and urges and we want them to be educated before we begin requiring periodic releases for them. As a result of this, however, I'm happy to say we have the most comprehensive sexual education program in the state. And the Freshman students even get to see some of body's functions in action. Ah, here we are! Just in time too.”
Celestia escorted Twilight into a science lab. Students were sitting at long tables facing the front of the room. Twilight blinked and swallowed as she realized there was a naked boy sitting on the table. She firmly avoided looking at the admittedly impressive erection he was sprouting and focused on his face, recognizing him as the strange boy who had mistaken her for the other Twilgiht Sparkle at the Friendship Games. Flash something-or-other. The female science teacher was standing next to him and addressing the students.
“As you can see, class, when someone with male genitalia is aroused, blood flows into the spongy tissues in the penis and causes it to erect and become much firmer to the touch. This also makes the area very sensitive and responsive to tactile stimulation. Mr. Sentry will now demonstrate.”
Flash looked at the teacher, who nodded encouragingly at him. Flash swallowed and began stroking himself, slowly at first, then with increasing vigor. The teacher turned back to the class. “Here is fairly standard masturbation of the penis. Lubricants can also be use facilitate ease of stroking and maximize the pleasure responses. However, Mr. Sentry, here, being a fairly excellent specimen appears to be... erm... coming along quite nicely.”
A titter ran through the class, which was quickly silenced as Flash moaned loudly and had an orgasm of his own, ejaculating over his stomach and legs. There was a breif round of applause. Flash smiled and began reaching for a nearby box of tissues.
“One moment, Mr. Sentry,” the teacher said. “Quick question: How many are you evaluated for?”
“Um... four,” Flash said after some thought. The teacher nodded.
“And how many was that for today?”
“One.”
“I see. Then I think this is an excellent learning opportunity. Class, pay attention, we are going to try an experiment. Multiple ejaculation vs. the male refractory period. Mr. Sentry will begin stroking his penis again and we will time how long it takes him to achieve both erection and orgasm.”
“What?” Flash said.
“It's for the class's education, Mr. Sentry,” said the teacher. “Plus, it will get your requirements out of the way now that we've begun.”
“Well, if you say so,” said Flash. The teacher smiled and handed him a bottle of lube.
“And I think this time, we'll see how the addition of lubrication enhances the experience.”
Celestia gently pulled the slack-jawed Twilight out of the room as Flash began to masturbate once more.
“Come along, Twilight. There's plenty more to see.”
Author's Note
Just don't ask where this came from. Don't. We'll all be much happier if you don't.
Part Three: Of Gynocology and Gym Class
“Hm? Oh yes!” Celestia said. “I haven't explained about that yet.”
“You... you just molested--” Twilight sputtered.
“I did no such thing,” Celestia said. “The inspections are part of the agreed upon process by the student and their parents. They are also infrequent and limited strictly to myself, Vice Principal Luna, and Nurse Redheart.”
“You put your hand down her underwear!”
“Only to see how agitated she was,” Celestia said calmly. “Periodically, we conduct inspections to see if a student needs to be reassessed or has been neglecting their releases. A student can only be inspected once a week and is encouraged to report if they've already been inspected that week. Naturally, it's possible they may lie to get out of an inspection, but since we're already committed to making sure the students are comfortable, we let it slide.”
“So, if she had said someone else had... inspected her already?” Twilight asked. Her voice has the tone of someone dancing on the edge of madness.
“Then I would have stopped immediately,” Celestia answered. She looked at Twilight who was looking very flushed and dizzy. “I think you could use some air, Twilight. Why don't we go out to the athletic field?”
“Yes, air! Good!” Twilight said. “Air would be nice! Thank you!”
“This way.” Celestia put a hand on Twilight's shoulder and guided her down a hall to the exit leading to the athletic field. Twilight put a hand up as the sudden influx of sunlight caught her by surprise. She put her hand down and stared.
“As you can see, Canterlot High has one of the best athletic programs in the public school system. We work hard to cultivate a supportive team environment, both in our athletic teams and in our standard gym classes.”
Celestia smiled at the class of students that were doing calisthenics on the field. Rainbow Dash was out front leading the group.
“One, two! One, two!” cried the athlete. “Hey, Thunderlane! I see you slacking back there! Come on, guys, only ten more! You can do it!”
Celestia looked back at Twilight. “See? Fully supportive.”
Twilight stared at the principal in disbelief. “They're all NAKED!”
This was true. The entire class was doing their exercises in the nude. And yet, not a single one of them seemed embarrassed or acted like this was unusual. Twilight's gaze kept ping ponging from the class to the principal and back again. “What is going on here?!”
“Gym class, duh!” said Rainbow Dash who had come up to them. She threw an arm around Twilight's shoulders, causing the nerdy girl to jump. Twilight's gaze dropped to Rainbow's naked chest then sharply back up, blushing madly.
“B-but you're naked!”
“Well, yeah,” Rainbow confirmed. “All the gym classes are done in the nude. Well, y'know, except for the ones for the prudes.”
“Rainbow Dash.” Celestia's voice held a disapproving tone as she raised an eyebrow. Rainbow grinned sheepishly.
“Sorry, Principal Celestia, it just slipped out.”
Celestia rolled her eyes and turned to Twilight. “We've found that holding gym classes in the nude for those students on the special disciplinary program helps everyone become more comfortable with their bodies, and it saves on wear and tear on gym uniforms.”
“Plus, since everybody's seen everybody naked already, no embarrassment when we hit the showers!” Rainbow added.
“Also a benefit,” Celestia agreed. “Not just for these students but for everyone. I cannot tell you how often, earlier in my career, I could easily tell which students had just come from gym class every day. I had to keep a steady supply of air freshener in my desk.”
Twilight voice came out slow and strained. “I... guess that's a good thing?”
“It's awesome!” Rainbow said, slapping Twilight on the back. “The team's practice in the buff and we become closer than ever. It's really good for morale!”
“It is?” Twilight asked.
“You betcha! Listen, you give it a week, and I guarantee you asking out the guys is gonna be a lot easier, especially if you've already seen what they're packing, if you get me.”
“Ahem,” Celestia chided. Rainbow grinned again, blushing.
“I think I better get back to it,” she said.
“Yes, I think you better,” Celestia replied.Rainbow gave Twilight a quick one armed hug, causing the nerdy girl to freeze up and squeak.
“Lookin' forward to see you in class, Twi! Catch you later!”
Rainbow ran back to the rejoin her classmates, who greeted her warmly. Celestia looked down at Twilight.
“Ready to go back inside?”
“Yes,” Twilight said absently. “No. Wait. I'm sorry, this is kind of overwhelming. How long has this been going on?”
“Only two or three years,” said Celestia. “Why?”
“I just find it hard to believe that everyone is okay with this. I mean, what about other transfer students? This must be just as upsetting to them as me. Is there anyone here who started after all...” Twilight waved a hand vaguely in the direction of the group of naked students. “... this was already going on?”
“Why yes,” Celestia smiled. “I'm sorry, Twilight, perhaps I should have had her warn you in advance. Sunset Shimmer went through a similar period of adjustment when she first came here. Maybe she can help you make sense of all this.”
Twilight nodded so rapidly her glasses almost flew off her face. “Sunset Shimmer! Yes! I would like to talk to her!”
Celestia looked at her watch. “Ah! Perfect. She's currently in Vice-Principal Luna's office. Let's go meet her there.”
Twilight nodded again and allowed Celestia to lead her back into the school. As they entered the building, a thought occurred to her.
“I'm sorry, Principal Celestia,” she began. “But why would Sunset be in Vice-Principal Luna's office?”
“Oh, she's having one of her regular discipline sessions.”
Part Four: Of Discipline and Deadlines
“Really, Sunset,” Vice-Principal Luna chided. “You're being very obstinate today.”
“Sorry, Vice-Pri... Principal Lunaaaaaahhh!” Sunset's last word turned into a gasp as a shudder rocked her body. “I.. I'm trying, but I c-can't s-s-seem to get over the... ooooh... the edge!”
“You did just fine with the first three,” Luna said. “You should be primed to finish.”
Sunset nodded. “S-Sorry.”
Luna sighed. “I suppose we'll just have to keep at it.”
“WHAT THE HELL?!” Twilight's voice echoed through the room as she and Celestia entered the vice-principal's office. All eyes turned to look at her, causing Twilight's face to blush a deep red.
“I'm so sorry!” Twilight gulped. “I was just... I mean... why is Sunset naked on your desk?!”
This was in fact the case. Sunset was very naked, sitting on a towel on top of the desk. Her legs were drawn up and spread, feet flat on the surface of the desk, allowing Luna, her hand encased in a latex glove, to quite clearly penetrate the redheaded girl with two fingers. Her thumb rested on Sunset's exposed clitoris. Strangely enough, Luna had seemed to be more interested in her computer monitor, which rested next to Sunset on the desk, than in what she was doing.
Or at least, that was the case before Twilight's shout interrupted things. Twilight pointed at the scene and looked up in shock at Celestia. “This is DEFINITELY not right!”
“No, it isn't,” Celestia agreed, causing Twilight to blink.
“Wait, what?” Twilight asked, now thoroughly confused. Celestia held up a hand.
“One moment, Twilight and I'll explain.” She turned her attention to Sunset. “Sunset, you should have been done by now.”
“She's been difficult today,” said Luna. “She's got one left but she seems to be having trouble getting there.”
Luna shifted her hand, and Sunset threw her head back letting out a moan. The teenager bit her bottom lip and made a frustrated noise.
“:I don-- aaaah! – don't know what's wrong!” Sunset moaned again. “I'm so c-close.”
Celestia folded her arms and made an exasperated noise. “Sunset... are you trying to get me to do what we had to do last month?”
Sunset shook her head rapidly. Luna had returned to work and was fiercely pounding her fingers in and out of Sunset's well lubricated pussy. Twilight felt her head swim at the heady mix of scents and sounds coming from her new friend.
“Because,” Celestia said. “If I have to, I will get Nurse Redheart in here and you know you won't like it if she has to deal with you.”
“N-no!” Sunset stammered. Her hips began to rock in time with Luna's fingers. “D-Don't. I'll be – I'll be a good – AHH! – g-good girl, Principal Celestia.”
“And good girls don't evade their releases,” Celestia said firmly. “Now, if you don't release by the time I count down from ten, I will call Nurse Redheart and that bottom of yours is going to regret it. Ten...”
“Oh noooo!” Sunset leaned back, putting her palms flat on the desk and bracing her arms.
“Nine...”
Twilight goggled as Sunset pushed herself up on her hands and feet in a “crabwalk” position and began bouncing her hips up against Luna's fingers. Luna herself began pumping Sunset harder, running her thumb in circles over the girl's clit.
“Eight...”
“Please...” Sunset whimpered. “Please... I'm a good girl...”
“Not from where I'm standing. A good girl would have released by now,” Celestia said firmly. “Seven.”
Sunset let out another moan. Luna gave her sister a mischievous smirk. “Perhaps Sunset Shimmer could do with another nude week. It seemed to work very well after the Fall Formal.”
“Noooooo!” Sunset's voice came out as a mix of a moan and a whine. “Please don't make me be naked all the time again!”
“An excellent idea, Luna,” said Celestia. “Maybe some more public spanking too. That should remind her what happens to naughty girls who refuse to release. Six.”
“Oh god!” Sunset wailed. She began rocking her hips even harder, desperate to get her final release. “No spankings! Please!”
Celestia gave a wicked grin of her own. “Then I suggest you finish your releases, Sunset. Or not only will I let Nurse Redheart at your bottom, it will be bright red when I do. Four.”
“Four?!” Sunset yelped. She tilted her head back, looking at Celestia upside down. “What happened to five?!”
Celestia quirked an eyebrow. “Three.”
Sunset let out a large gulp and looked pleadingly at Luna. “Help me, please, V-vice-Principal Lu-Lunaaaaaa!”
“You know what you have to do, Sunset,” said Luna. She pulled her fingers out, causing Sunset to let out a desperate whine.
“Two,” Celestia intoned, her voice promising unpleasant results very soon.
“Pleaaaaaaaaaase!' Sunset cried. “ I'm a good girl! I need help! Help me cum!”
“Luna gave Sunset a stern look. “Help you what ?”
“Release! Help me release! I need to release! I'm soooo close! Please!”
“One,” Celestia said sharply. “This is your last chance, Sunset!”
“PLEAAAAAAASE!” Sunset begged. Luna grinned and slid her fingers back inside Sunset, the palm of her hand turned up this time. She curled her fingers upward and swiftly rubbed the ridged area above the girl's entrance, while simultaneously flicking Sunset's clit. Sunset's eyes rolled back in her head and she collapsed on her back on the desk, letting out a scream of pleasure that caused her entire body to shake. Her thighs quivered madly as her collapse pulled her off the vice-principal's hand. She cried out inarticulate squeals, cries, and moans as her orgasm rocketed through her body.
After a few moments, the wave subsided and Sunset collapsed fully onto the desk, her head hanging upside down off the edge. Sweat glistened on her and Twilight found herself gazing at Sunset's breasts, thighs, and lips.
Sunset's eyes opened, causing Twilight to yelp in surprise. Sunset gave her a mellow, slightly dazed, grin.
“So, I guess we better explain what this was all about, huh?”
Author's Note
Yes, I will explain what the hell that was all about in the next chapter.
I suppose I should say that this is an extremely unrealistic sex fantasy story, and that I certainly would not condone anything like this in real life. Don't think about real world implications too hard on this one, kay?
Part Five: Of Breaks and Backstory
Sunset finished putting her clothes on, accepted a bottle of water from Luna and sat down in the chair next to Twilight. Twilight herself was guzzling down her own bottle.
“Easy there, champ,” Sunset teased. “Don't drown yourself.”
Twilight shot her a dirty look, then cast it to the two school administrators. “Explain.”
“Well, first off,” said Celestia. “What you just saw is in NO way the standard way the release system works.”
“It isn't?” Twilight asked. “What was it then? Because I can't possibly think of ANY reason why you...” She pointed at Luna, then pivoted the finger to point at Sunset. “Would be fingering YOU on HER DESK!”
Sunset sighed. “I'm a special case.”
“REALLY?!” Twilight shrieked. “I HAD NO IDEA!”
“Twilight,” said Luna gently. “I understand this is surprising and upsetting to you, but would you please keep your voice down?”
Twilight blinked and took a deep breath. “I'm sorry. I just... it's been a day.”
“Okay, it's like this,” Sunset began. “You remember how I told you what I was like before the Fall Formal last year?”
“Yes,” Twilight said, hesitantly.
“Okay, so, after that, and after I showed that I really was wanting to turn myself around, Principal Celestia and Vice-Principal Luna figured I needed more than the usual method to try to keep me from relapsing.”
“You agreed to the... releases? Even before you reformed?” Twilight asked.
Sunset shrugged. “Yeah, but back then I was really good at covering my tracks, so I didn't really have to participate.”
“This is true,” said Celestia. “What she had done only came out after the Fall Formal and her subsequent confession.”
Twilight looked back at Sunset. “But didn't it seem --”
“Weird?” Sunset finished. “Oh yeah. But I got used to it pretty quick, and hey, when I had minor infractions, a good orgasm every now and then was pretty nice.”
“But, after the Fall Formal and Sunset's confession,” Luna said. “We had to consider new methods of discipline for her, since the standard method didn't seem right.”
“Which led to... this?” Twilight asked.
“Not intially,” Celestia answered. “She was required to help rebuild the front of the school, and was given in school suspension for a week.”
“As far as the releases were concerned,” Sunset continued, “We worked something else out. It helps that I'm technically an adult.”
Twilight blinked. “What?”
“Okay, you remember that picnic we had outside when the other Twilight showed up?”
“Yeah.”
“I'm from the same dimension and over there... I was an adult when I came here.”
Twilight opened her mouth, but Sunset held up a hand, silencing her. “Don't even ask. I don't know why I'm a teenager over here either.”
“In any event,” Luna continued. “Sunset told us about herself and where she was from. She was willing to agree to whatever punishment we decided to give her.”
Twilight gasped as she remembered some of what Sunset had said while on the desk. “You made her go to school naked?!”
“What?” Sunset asked. She blinked then blushed. “Oh... that. No, they didn't. They didn't spank me in public either.”
“Then why did you say that?” Twilight asked, looking at the sisters. Surprisingly, all three looked sheepish.
“Um... sometimes, I need some dirty talk to finish,” Sunset murmured, her face turning redder.
Celestia had a blush of her own. “Yes... um... so on day like this, when Sunset seems to get stuck, we try to help.”
“But why were you fingering her?” Twilight asked Luna. “That can't be acceptable, even under your own rules.”
“As I said, Sunset is a special case,” Celestia said.
“Exactly,” Luna agreed. “Since Sunset is, technically, an adult, we thought a more direct approach for her releases would be much more helpful.”
“Helpful?”
“I'm all alone here, Twilight,” Sunset said. “And after the Fall Formal, I had no friends, no family, and no way to go back home. The portal had closed at that point.”
“And it was quite clear in the days that followed that Sunset had never really had any sort of positive physical contact,” said Celestia. “Or, at least, not in quite some time.”
“So, after discussing it heavily with Sunset, we reached an agreement,” added Luna.
“Basically, every school day, I come down here during Study Hall, and Vice-Principal Luna gives me four releases,” Sunset explained. “We were just finishing when you came in.”
“And you're okay with this?” Twilight was looking at Sunset in disbelief.
“Yeah, I am. It actually helps,” said Sunset. “I feel like they care, and it actually does do wonders for me when I'm having a bad day. Look, I know it's weird and kinda awkward, but it works for me.”
“I... guess I understand,” said Twilight.
Sunset smiled. “I'm glad. So, has this scared you off on your transfer?”
Twilight considered for a moment. “No. I still think this would be a better place for me than Crystal Prep.”
Sunset grinned and gave Twilight a hug. “I'm so glad. You'll love it here.”
“Which brings us to one last thing before we go forward with it,” said Celestia. She sat on the corner of the desk and looked kindly at Twilight.
“Do you want to be part of the release program?”
Author's Note
Yeah, it can't be incessant orgasms all the time. More smut to come.
Part Six: Of Agonizing and Assessments
“Now, really, Celestia, that's hardly a fair question,” said Luna. Both Celestia and Twilight made quizzical noises. Luna gave her sister an exasperated look.
“She should at least have some time to think it over before her transfer is complete,” she clarified. “And did you even explain anything about the assessment process?”
Celestia blinked then nodded. “You're right, Luna.”
She turned back to Twilight. “I'm sorry, Twilight, that was an unfair question. You should have all the information and time to think it over before you decide.”
“There's more to all this?” Twilight's blush was back with a vengance.
“Not much more,” said Celestia. “You've seen most of it already. The only thing left is how we assess how many releases a student needs. You remember the card I asked Octavia for in the halls?”
“Um... yes,” Twilight said reluctantly.
“Every student gets an assessment card at the beginning of each semester, indicating how many releases they are required to have in the event of an infraction of school rules. Nurse Redheart handles the assessments and makes that determination. The cards serve as documentation in the event a student tries to get away with fewer releases than their assessment calls for.”
“Or if they try for more,” Luna said with a sardonic smirk.
“More?” Twilight was certain her eyes were about to pop out of her sockets from all the widening they had been doing this afternoon. “Some actually try for more?”
“Oh yeah,” Sunset answered. “I remember last semester when Rainbow Dash got into a competition with Fleetfoot about who could endure the most releases in a day without passing out.”
“That was... an ordeal,” Celestia sighed.
“They learned their lesson though,” Luna added. “Behaved themselves for two solid weeks after that.
“True,” Celestia agreed.
“I don't know about Fleetfoot,” said Sunset. “But I know Dash was complaining to us about the chafing all that time.”
Twilight let out a snort of laughter and quickly slapped her hands over her mouth. Sunset smiled at her and gave her a gentle nudge with her elbow.
“We're getting off track,” said Celestia, changing the subject. “I wish you could see the assessment process for yourself, Twilight. However, since it's April, we're not due for another round of assessments until school is back in session in September.”
Sunset made a thoughtful noise. She pulled out her phone, looked at it, then back up with a smile. “Actually, Principal Celestia, there is a way she can see how the assessment works. You remember how you had the Friendship Games team re-assessed after everything was over with?”
“Oh yes,” said Celestia. “To see if the stress from the competition required any changes.”
“Rarity didn't get her re-assessment because her family went on vacation the week after the Games.” Sunset held up her phone showing a series of texts between herself and the fashionista. “She's supposed to get her re-assessment done today. Next period, in fact. If you'll write me an excusal note, I can take Twilight to Nurse Redheart's office and she can see what it's all about.”
“Would Rarity consent to having an... erm... audience?” Luna asked.
“If it's Twilight, I'm pretty sure she'd be okay with it,” Sunset replied. She turned to Twilight. “I mean, if you aren't totally freaked out already by everything you've seen so far?”
Twilight considered. Yes, everything she had seen so far had been varying degrees of confusing and disturbing. Yes, it seemed unbelievable that the school board, the PTA, and everyone had approved of this. Yes, it was completely mindblowing and made the teenager seriously question her sanity.
But it was also true that she had been feeling seriously aroused for the last half hour or so. She felt a not-unpleasant “itchy” sensation in her underwear and, if she wanted to be perfectly honest with herself...
“Um... yes, I think I would like to see the assessment process, thank you.”
Author's Note
Don't worry, there's more in the pipeline. Should hopefully have more sexytimes in a day or two.
Part Seven: Of Rectums and Relief
Author's Note
Okay, quick content warning since this may not be everyone's bag.
This chapter contains anal play and an enema. However, while it focuses on the administration of the enema, we will NOT be seeing the expulsion of same. The next chapter will pick up AFTER that has happened. There is no scat in this story, nor will there ever be.
Part Seven: Of Rectums and Relief
“Okay, so I think I better give you a heads up before we go in there,” said Sunset. “Nurse Redheart has a couple of kind of weird... requirements for anyone who she looks at.”
“What do you mean?”
Sunset grimaced. “You know how Principal Celestia said I wasn't going to like it if she had to call Nurse Redheart in to help me finish?”
Twilight stared. “She doesn't do anything... painful, does she?”
“No, no no no, God no!” Sunset said quickly. “She's just kind of... old school. Like 1910s old school.”
“I'm not following you,” Twilight said.
Sunset sighed. “She thinks almost anything can be solved with an enema.”
Twilight stopped dead in the hall. “What?” she asked flatly.
“Yeah,” Sunset rubbed the back of her head. “Basically, if anyone goes to see her for any reason, they can expect to get flushed out and a thermometer slid up there as a preliminary.”
Twilight blushed. She remembered her grandmother insisting Twilight needed an enema on one particular holiday visit when she had overdosed on sweets. The experience had been... embarassing, to put it mildly. “And everybody's... okay with that?”
Sunset shrugged. “Seems like it. I mean, if they don't want it, they don't get assessed and get put on the opt-out list as a default. If they're there for an actual illness, well... it tends to drive off the fakers pretty quickly.”
She started walking again, Twilight hurrying to catch up to her. The nerdy girl glanced at Sunset, who walked along, confident and upbeat.
“So... um... that means that you...?”
Sunset let out a snort of laughter. “Yes, Twilight, I've gotten the ol' flusheroo too. Honestly, it's not that bad, just uncomfortable. But you know how people can be about their butts.”
“I... guess?” Twilight walked along, looking at the floor. She let out a squeak of surprise when Sunset gently touched her shoulder.
“Look,” Sunset began,”I know Principal Celestia has already told you this, but maybe you need to hear it from me. Nobody is going to force you to do anything you don't want to do. If you don't want to be on the release program, nobody is going to judge you for it. If you decide to go for it, but realize later it's not for you, you can opt out and, again, no judgment.”
Twilight looked up as Sunset turned her so they were facing each other. “In fact,” Sunset continued, “If you want, we can skip seeing Rarity's assessment and tell Principal Celestia right now that you've decided to opt out. No harm, no foul. You can still transfer here and everything will be fine. We'll all still be friends and teach you what we can. This is a safe place, Twilight, releases or no releases.”
Sunset gave Twilight a bright smile and a hug. Twilight felt some of her anxiety ease at the warm embrace.
Maybe I am getting too hung up on the weirdness of it all and overthinking it, she thought. She stepped back from Sunset and returned the smile.
“Did that help?” Sunset asked.
“Enough for me to decide to see what the assessment process is like,” Twilight answered. “I'll admit, I'm not too crazy about the idea of getting an enema as part of it, but I should get all the information I can before making the decision.”
“Cool!” Sunset's smile turned into a grin. “Come on. We need to hurry before we miss most of it.”
“Twilight, darling!” Rarity said excitedly as Sunset and Twilight entered the nurse's office. “It's so good to see you!”
Twilight felt her cheeks heat up again. “Um... it's nice to see all of you again. YOU! JUST YOU! THAT'S IT! IT'S NICE TO SEE YOU AGAIN AS WELL!”
Rarity and Sunset laughed. Sunset gently nudged Twilight with one shoulder. “Relax. You act like you've never seen a girl our age in her underwear before.”
Rarity was standing in front of the examination table, clad only in a lacy purple bra and matching panties. Her clothes were hanging on a nearby peg. Rarity spotted the blush on Twilight's cheeks and smiled. “I think we'll forgo the hug in this case.”
“Oh, hello, Sunset Shimmer!” Nurse Redheart had stepped into the room from her supply closet. “What brings you here?”
“Nurse Redheart, this is Twilight Sparkle,” Sunset said. “She's transferring to Canterlot High and Principal Celestia and Vice Principal Luna thought she should see how the release assessments work before she decided whether or not to opt out.”
Nurse Redheart turned a cheery smile on Twilight. “Well, I'm glad to hear you're transferring! I don't have any problems with you sitting in. Any objections, Rarity?”
“Oh, not at all!” Rarity trilled. “I'm more than happy to help Twilight make the decision. I remember when I was asked whether or not to opt out. It was nerve-wracking.”
Twilight blinked. “It was?”
“Oh yes. I hemmed and hawed over it for a week! I don't mind all eyes on me when I have a new ensemble to show off, but nude and... releasing in front of a class room full of people? Well, it was a frightening prospect!”
“How did you decide to go through with it?” Twilight asked.
Rarity gave her a sly grin. “I had some help from Pinkie Pie and Fluttershy on that front.”
“You did?”
“The story's too long to go into right now, but suffice it to say, we took advantage of one of the more obscured areas of Rudell Beach one weekend.”
“Rudell Beach?” Twilight asked. “Wait isn't that where--” She cut herself off. She was surprised her face hadn't burst into flames with all the blushing she had done so far today.
Rarity winked. “Yes, indeed. And it did wonders to get me to open up and relax.”
“Speaking of,” said Nurse Redheart. “We need to get started. Sunset, you and your friend can grab a seat over there. Please try to stay out of the way while I assess Rarity, okay?”
“Sure thing.” Sunset gently pulled Twilight to the far wall, where a couple of chairs were sitting. As they sat down she leaned over and whispered. “Another fair warning, things can get kind of intense during this thing, so try not to freak out, okay?”
Twilight swallowed and nodded. “I'll try.”
“I'll explain what I'm doing when we get to the actual assessment,” said Nurse Redheart. “There's a couple of things we need to do before that though.”
She turned to Rarity. “Okay, you know the drill. Undies off and onto the table.”
“Yes, Nurse Redheart,” Rarity sighed, reaching behind her back to unclasp her bra. She removed it swiftly, exposing her pillowy breasts. She then held the bra in one hand as she removed her panties just as quickly, without a trace of embarassment or shame. She was bare between her legs, and her skin was smooth and unmarred, a living marble statue.
Rarity folded her underwear ( or at least as well as anyone can fold a bra) and put them on the small table under the peg which held her other clothes, before climbing up onto the examination table.
“How do you want to do this?” she asked Nurse Redheart. “All fours or on my side?”
“On your side. You can face your friends so you can talk.”
Rarity rolled onto her side. Nurse Redheart walked over to the sink, opened the cupboard, took out an enema bag and a length of tubing and began preparing it.
Rarity sighed. “This is such an inconvenience. As if I don't keep myself meticulously clean back there on the regular.”
Sunset snorted. “Regular.”
Rarity shot her a look. “Have I mentioned how much of a bad influence Rainbow Dash and Pinkie Pie are on you, Sunset?”
“Not today,” Sunset responded with a grin. Rarity rolled her eyes. Nurse Readhear wheeled a stand with the enema bag and tube hanging from it. She produced a pair of latext gloves and snapped them on, then took an electronic thermometer out and snapped a plastic cover over the metal rod at the end.
“Oh, must we, really?” Rarity sighed. “I feel fine.”
“Standard procedure in my office, you know that.”
Rarity let out another sigh and laid down on the table, using her arm as a pillow. Nurse Redheart produced a tube of lubricant and smeared it on the end of the thremometer, before reaching toward Rarity's bottom.
“Gonna put some lube in now, okay?”
Rarity nodded. “Ready.”
“Deep breath.”
Rarity complied and let out a little grunt when she felt the nurse's fingers penetrate her rectum. Nurse Redheart worked swiftly, applying the lube, then pulled her fingers out and replaced them with the thermometer, which caused another puff of breath to escape Rarity's mouth.
“Are you okay?” Twilight asked. She had stared, unblinking, during all this.
“Oh, I'm fine, darling. It's just dealing with the natural inclination to expel anything that goes up there.”
“Please don't. Or we're never going to get done on time,” Nurse Redheart smirked.
The thermometer beeped and it was quickly removed. The nurse glanced at the readout. “Yep. Normal.”
“I told you so,” said Rarity. She then let out a yelp as Nurse Redheart lightly slapped her butt.
“None of your sass, missy. We still have to flush you out.”
“Yes, yes.”
Twilight continued to stare as the nozzle at the end of the tubing leading to the bag was lubed up and inserted. Nurse Redheart fiddled with a plastic clasp near the top of the tube, and Rarity let out a small moan as the water began to rush inside her. Every so often, the nurse would squeeze the bag, forcing the liquid out.
This, in turn, would cause Rarity to moan in discomfort as a burst of water would flood her bowels, as opposed to the steady flow. Twliight also noticed something else. Rarity kept rubbing her thighs together.
Is... is this turning her on?
“You know it's okay to help things along, right?” Nurse Redheart asked the writhing fashionista.
“No, no.. I'm – “ Another moan. “I'm fine! I don't want to make Twilight feel uncomfortable.”
“I think it's too late for that, Rarity,” said Sunset Shimmer. Twilight leaned over.
“What are they talking about?” she whispered.
Now it was Sunset's turn to blush. “Um... well... to try to keep from tensing up, Nurse Redheart lets us... er... handle things.”
“'Handle things?'”
Sunset took another glance at the exam table. Nurse Redheart was monitoring the bag and Rarity had thrown her free arm across her eyes and was biting her bottom lip. Sunset turned back to Twilight and wiggled her fingers, raising her eyebrows.
Twilight's own eyebrows raised in response. “OH!”
She looked back at Rarity, who seemed to be in a lot of discomfort.
“How much morrrrrre?!” Rarity whined.
“There's still half the bag left,” said Nurse Redheart.
“Nooooo! That's too mu-huh-huch!” Rarity began whining more.
“Oh stop it,” said the nurse. “You took this much at the beginning of the semester. You're not fooling anyone.”
“But I could DO something then!”
“I told you that was okay. You're the one who doesn't want to do it in front of your friend.”
“Um,” Twilight began. “It's okay, Rarity.”
Rarity removed her arm from her eyes and looked. “I beg your pardon?”
Twilight bit her own bottom lip and stared at her shoes. “You can... help yourself... if you really need to. I don't mind.”
Rarity stared at her, disbelieving. “Are you absolutely sure, Twilight, darling? It's not exactly... ladylike to do... that in front of others.”
“I... I think it will help,” said Twilight, looking up and giving what she hoped was a confident smile. (It was more of a rictus.) “You seem to be really... um... uncomfortable.”
Rarity blinked and blushed herself. “Well, if you really don't mind me taking care of things.”
“I'm sure,” said Twilight quickly. She bit her lip again and sat back in her chair. Rarity twisted her head, trying to get Nurse Redheart in view. The nurse shrugged.
“It's up to you,” she said, before squeezing the bag again. Another burst of water rushed in, causing a small cramp in Rarity's insides.
Rarity swallowed the sharp pain, then slid her hand down between her legs. She began rubbing her fingertips in circles around the top of her mound, letting out another moan, one of pleasure, rather than pain. After a few moments, her fingers soon found themselves lightly grazing her exposing clit, causing little tingles up her spine and through her legs.
“That's it,” Nurse Redheart soothed. “Go ahead and relax. You're almost done.”
Rarity soon lost herself in the sensations in her groin as she began rubbing and massaging her folds, occasionally squeezing herself when Nurse Redheart squeezed the bag. Rarity felt her nipples harden and wet sounds that had nothing to do with the water flowing into her began to be heard.
“Oh yes.... mmmm.... so nice... so very very niiiii-ahhhh!”
Rarity felt another cramp and almost rolled off the table. Nurse Redheart put a restraining hand on the girl's hip. “Easy there. Just a few more seconds.”
Rarity nodded and began rubbing her clit harder. She felt so full. The pressure in her bowels was sending little twinges throughout her. Not unpleasant or painful, just odd and strangely arousing. She continued to rub her clit, feeling another kind of pressure build inside her. She lost herself in the feeling. The tingling in her clit, the fullness of her intestines. So much pressure, so much force, all waiting to be released.
Rarity pinched her clit at the moment Nurse Redheart called “That's it!”
“Oh God!” Rarity bit her bottom lip again and focused on keeping the enema nozzle inside her as she came, shivering and vibrating as the orgasm rushed through her body. After a few moments, she calmed down and looked up with slightl dazed, glassy eyes at her friends.
“Thank you, Twilight,” she murmured.
Twilight swallowed hard. I just watched someone masturbate in front of me. I just saw her cum with all that in her butt!
And God help me, I want to see her do it again.
Part Eight: Of Sixes and Sevens
Something has gone wrong. We don't seem to have an archived copy of that chapter. Part Nine: Of Climaxes and Cleanliness
Needless to say, Twilight had a lot to think about when she got home that afternoon.
“Ohhhhhh FUCK!”
… well, maybe not think exactly.
She had decided to take a shower when she had gotten back from CHS. As she washed her hair and let the water flow over her, she had thought back to everything she had seen, focusing especially on the treatments Sunset and Rarity had gotten.
She has surprised herself when she felt her fingers sliding inside of her, the sudden jolt of pleasure surprising her. And once she had started, it was hard to stop.
Not that she wanted to. She leaned up against the wall of the stall, her fingers of her right hand teasing and caressing her folds and clit. Her left hand slid up and over her hip and back down again. She closed her eyes and rested it against the wall as she remembered seeing her friends restrained and being forced to orgasm over and over again. It was weird, it was disturbing how everyone seemed okay with it, it was against all basic reason and common sense.
So why was she now imagining herself on the receiving end of such a punishment?
“Mmmm...oooohh... no, please...” she murmured, lost in the feelings her fingers were creating and her own fantasy. “I didn't mean to talk out of turn.”
She began rubbing her fingers in little circles around her clit, sending zings of current up her spine. Her free hand ran back over her hip, then she smacked herself firmly on the ass.
“Ooooh!” she squealed. “Yes! Yes! I'll take my clothes off! I'm sorry!”
She spanked herself a few more times, letting out more moans of pleasure. “I'm going as fast as I can!”
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
“Yes! I'm sorry for talking back! What? Nine?! No, no, I don't want ten, I'm sorry!”
She paused her sexy imaginings and opened her eyes. She grabbed the removable shower head from the arm on the wall, and adjusted it to the pulse setting. She leaned back against the wall and let herself slide down until she was sitting on the floor. She spread her legs, knees slightly bent, and slowly positioned the pulsing high pressure streams of water so they showered over her crotch.
“OW!” she yelped, before scrabbling to her knees to adjust the water temperature. She gave it a few seconds and ran the water over herself again. Satisfied with the temperature, she resumed her previous position and turned the water on herself.
The reaction was almost immediate. The zings turned into shocks, and Twilight moaned loudly as the pleasure redoubled. She closed her eyes again and let herself get lost in the fantasy as the water pounded her pussy and clit.
“Oh god, please. I'm a good girrrrrllllll-eeeee!” A large shock zapped through her, making her squeal. The intensity of the feelings forced her to pull the shower head away from her pussy and run it over her body. Her free hand began caressing her tits, pinching one of her nipples.
“Ow! Oh, please, please, don't force me to cum in front of --” A quick spritz of the water hit her clit hard. “AHHHH! Release! I meant release! Please don't force me to release in front of the whole class!”
She moved the shower head back down and held it close to her folds. The rhythmic pulsing of the water was stimulating her clit and sending jets of water past her lips and stimulating her inner walls, emphasizing the feelings coursing through her. Her hips began to rock up against the water, wanting more, needing more, all while she shook her head back and forth and denied how much she loved it. Her free hand reached down and forced the shower head further in. She felt the pressure building, just leaving her there dancing on the edge. Her brain began making the things she had seen at Canterlot High even more pornographic and obscene. She began begging the unseen authority figure in her imaginary classroom. Her teeth clenched and the words shot out of her rapidly.
“No, no, no, no please. I'll be good! I'll be good! I'll do anything you want! Just don't make me release in front... in front of... oh....ohhhhhhh....in front of everyone! You can bend me over your desk and spank me! Make me stay naked in class! I'll even get under the desk and use my tongue like the perverted little whore I am! But please! PLEAAAAAAASE DON'T MAKE ME --- OH GOD, I'M GONNA CUM! GONNA CUM! GONNA CUUUUUUUUUUUM!”
Twilight's words turned into screams of delight as she came, finally getting relief from the sensations that had been building in her all day. She shuddered and her hips rocked against the water and her fingers. She gasped when she realized the sensations were building again and she surprised herself by the words that flew from her lips through her still clenched teeth.
“Again? No please, not again! Not again! It's so embarrassing! I'm not a bad girl! I'm – oh GOD! Yes! Yes, I'm bad girl! I'm a very bad girl who needs to be taught a lesson! I need to be naked and made to release in front of everyone! Yes! Yes! Yes! I'll still use my tongue under your desk! Yes! Put me on all fours and fuck me in front of everyone! I want them to know what a little slut I am!”
She began rocking her hips against the relentless stream of water in time with her words. Both hands held the shower head in place, not allowing it to stray from its target.
“YES! Yes, FUCK me! Fuck me HARD! TEACH. ME. WHAT. A. BAD. GIRL. I. AM! I don't care! I don't care who knows! I'm bad! I'm so fucking BAD! I NEED to CUM! I need to CUM! ALL! DAY! LONG! YES! HARDER! HARDERRRRR! OH FUCK ME! FUCK MEEEEEEEEE!”
Her words turned into an inarticulate scream as she exploded again, dropping the shower head on the stall floor as her whole body shuddered and flexed. She felt every muscle in her legs vibrate and her pussy spasming. She fought to catch her breath and her eyes rolled back in her head as the shocks soon turned into zings, then back to little tingles that ran through her body.
When she came back to herself, she realized she was now flat on her back in the stall, with one leg extended up the wall and the other folded under herself. She slipped and slid on the tile as she tried to get herself back up. Eventually, she got to her knees, then to her feet. She bent over to grab the shower head. The hot water was running out and she let out a yelp as an errant stream managed to hit her pussy as she stood up. She bit her lip as she used the shower for its intended purpose, cleaning herself up before returning the shower head to its proper place and turning off the water.
She dried herself quickly, then wrapped the towel around her body, and another around her head, to help catch the water from her sodden hair. She grabbed her discarded clothes from the floor. She was definitely going to need a change of underwear at least after everything that happened.
She opened the door and let out a scream. It was coupled with another scream from her mother, Twilight Velvet who was out in the hallway. The two stared at each other.
“Mom!” Twilight blurted, slapping an awkward grin on her face. “What are you doing here?! I mean, not what are you doing here in the house! It's your house! Of course you'd be here! Why wouldn't you be? I thought you were getting groceries!”
“Yes, groceries!” Velvet agreed, grinning almost as manically as Twilight. “I had to come back to get my purse! Yes! Forgot my purse, silly me!”
The two laughed uncomfortably through their grimaces of insincerity. After a moment, Twilight looked at her mom. Her mom looked at her. Both were blushing madly.
“You heard all that, didn't you?”
“Oh, yeah.”
Part Ten: Of Friends and Frenzy
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.
Part Two: Of Rules and Regulations
“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.
