Advanced Friendship School

Good morning! Today is Thursday, the 4th day of moon 332.

As the first sunbeams pushed their way in through his curtains, the soothing voice over the radio roused Mocha Glaze from his slumber as it did every morning.

The time is 0800. This is your friendly reminder that you have one hour before check-in!

Mocha sat up and stretched, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. Waking up early was the worst, but it was a small price to pay if it meant he was one step closer to getting the assignment he wanted. He’d come all the way from the hills of Saddlabama to Canterlot to get on the good side of the ponies in charge, and there was no way he was going to let some sleepiness get in his way.

Attending the Equestria School for Gifted Ponies was quite the honor indeed. For the stability of future generations, most ponies were locked into taking over for their parents’ jobs, so that there would be no surpluses or deficits in any fields over time. However, Mocha had no intention of taking over his family’s little brick and mortar five-and-ten shop. Getting good enough grades as a kid meant he was given his golden ticket out of there, a one-way trip to freedom: his acceptance into the Equestria School. If he did well enough, he’d be able to choose his own career, he could do whatever he wanted!

Long had Mocha dreamt of the wild frontier, expanding Equestria’s territory, making houses and towns out of nothing but dirt and trees. Now that was the calling of an earth pony, living off the fat of the land and making mother nature submit to pure craftsmanship and brawn. Sure beats sitting behind the counter peddling knick-knacks.

Anyway, all Mocha had to do was go to class, not flunk out and all his dreams would come true; that’s how school worked right? And so far so good; it was only his first year, but he felt like he was doing pretty well. He felt pretty confident on the test he took last week, and that was worth most of the final grade anyway, so he had nothing to worry about.

Gah! Except getting to class on time! Daydreaming about his future, twenty minutes had gone by already. Mocha jumped out of bed, suddenly full of adrenaline and ready to face the day. He threw some cereal and milk into a bowl, scarfed it down, went to shower, brush his teeth and fix his hair.

He grabbed his backpack and bolted out of his dorm room, running to get to his home-room as the school bell tower rang out 9 o’clock. Just as the last clang of the bell was dying down, he dashed through the door and took his assigned spot, quickly getting his notebook and pencil out, as Ms. Celestia addressed the class.

Princess Celestia was quite the home-room teacher to have. She took time out of her busy schedule or ruling Equestria to teach these students, and they were all very grateful; they had to be! Principal Sparkle reminded everyone how grateful she was, and how grateful they should be to Celestia every chance she got. It went unspoken, but insubordination in Celestia’s class was treated almost as harshly as treason by Ms. Sparkle.

Celestia’s experience dealing with other leaders and politicians made her extremely adept at getting her students to do as she said, and she just had a presence that made it clear who was in charge. Not only was her personality indomitable, but being an alicorn meant that she towered over even the tallest stallions in the class. Mocha stood just above chest-height, which he certainly didn’t object to. Although it required a lot of craning his neck upwards, it also meant he was always met with the pleasant sight of Celestia’s breasts which, despite never having been a mother, always looked positively ready to burst out of her royal garb.

“Good morning, students,” she began, looking around the classroom, “So good of you to join us, Mocha, I was beginning to worry you were going to break our class’s perfect attendance record so far.”

Celestia let the quiet shame of almost being late hang in the air as Mocha shifted a bit uncomfortably in his seat, looking down at his desk and then around at the walls, not wanting to make eye contact with the intimidating Princess.

“Well then, I don’t have much news today; just a reminder that your projects on the benefits of friendship and teamwork are due tomorrow, and also that the third floor is off limits to students. You all are the best and brightest of Equestria’s youth, it wouldn’t be good for the school if our pupils needed to be disciplined on such a simple matter. Would it... Inkwell?”

The dark black pegasus sat up straight in his chair, looking straight at the Princess, visibly nervous at being cold-called.

“N-n-no, Ms. Celestia. Certainly not.” He responded curtly.

She smiled a bit mischievously at him before turning back to the class. “Quite right,” she replied after a beat and turned back to her desks.

“Now, I have your exams from last week graded.” Celestia turned around to pick a stack of papers up off of her desk, “You all did very well,” she noted as she ruffled through the papers, pausing at one of them, “Erm, well, most of you,” she noted, before tapping them all together again on the desk and moving out towards the desks. “I would like to remind you all that I will not tolerate poor performance; none of you will be besmirching this school’s perfect record.” Celestia’s voice took on a suddenly more serious tone.

“While I hand these back, why don’t you all work on your projects individually?”

As Celestia started walking around, passing back papers, all of the students took out their folders and continued putting the finishing touches on their presentations and dioramas. The room was nearly silent except for the sound of pencils on paper and the occasional, “Well done,” from the Princess.

When she got to Mocha’s desk however, she looked at the paper in her hand in surprise for a second before smirking, as if something had just splendidly gone her way. As Mocha looked up from his desk, he gulped a bit; any special attention couldn’t be good.

Celestia bent down to get on eye-level with the stallion, looking right into his eyes, a devilish grin still painted across her face. Kneeling over the table, her breasts rested firmly on his forearms, which were previously writing something at the table. Their warmth already excited Mocha, though he dared not move his hands an inch, lest it be misconstrued as an attempt to grope his superior.

“Oh, Mocha,” she said, shaking her head and bringing her hand underneath his chin to brush him gently, moving his head so that she could look right into his eyes.

As she picked the next exam from the stack in her arm, and turned it around to show Mocha, his heart sank as he saw the letter grade on it.

F

7/52

What? But he was so confident, how could he have done so poorly? There was no way, but there it was!

“Mocha, as I said, I cannot tolerate failure in this school, especially from someone from such… humble origins such as yourself.” She set the exam down on the desk before leaning in even closer so that Mocha could feel her breath on his face.

His heart rate raced through the roof, and he was sure that Celestia could sense just how nervous and anxious he was. But despite that, he found himself doing everything he could to suppress a raging boner at the same time.

In the modern era, for casual affairs, students didn’t need to wear clothes; that was reserved for more formal affairs: if you’re on the job, or if you just want to stand out. As such, like most of the students in the class, Mocha was wearing his birthday suit. Erections weren’t rude, per se, they were a natural bodily function and more often they were just taken as a compliment. That still didn’t dispel the embarrassment Mocha felt from having one right in front of his teacher, and a Princess, no less.

Perhaps it was just the feeling of Celestia’s breasts on his arms, or how close she was that if he wanted he could just lean forward and lock lips with her, or maybe it was something deeper; he couldn’t explain it, but thank Celestia for not having transparent desks.

“I will need to see you after class for detention. You clearly need severe counseling to be put back on the right track. Understand?”

Mocha slowly nodded, not breaking eye contact with the Princess. She nodded back, glanced down between Mocha’s legs for a moment, and let out a little chuckle before standing back up, giving the stallion his personal space back.

“Good,” she said simply before moving on to passing back the next exam.

Mocha didn’t move, still gobsmacked at the interaction he just had, blankly staring forward for a few beats before turning and peeking back around to see if anyone else had the misfortune of failing. He wanted to know if there were any other wayward souls he could share detention with. Unfortunately, it seemed like he was the only one who did poorly enough to merit a detention. He turned his attention to the exam, going through the questions, and it seemed as though he’d missed obvious answers. It was all there in his handwriting, but he couldn’t believe he’d made so many simple, dumb mistakes.

As he reviewed his text, still in shock at how bad he did, a folded up piece of piece of paper landed on his desk with the label ‘open me’ as he unfolded it, he revealed the simple note:

you’re F’d

😜

He looked up and around to see who had thrown him the note, but everyone just seemed to be looking down and definitely not making eye contact, so he just crumpled the paper and stuffed it into his back before going back to work, trying not to think about the awful experience that awaited him.

What would detention with a Princess of Equestria be like? Surely she wouldn’t make him write something a hundred times like they did in the old days. Corporal punishment was definitely off the table… right? Or maybe, she’d have him retake the test over again until he got the answers right. Or maybe it’ll just be a slap on the wrist, and a note to do better next time.

Either way, he’d rather not find out. He was much more keen on getting whatever penalty he was going to get in the form of a fine, or in a public setting. Staying one-on-one with the most powerful mare in Equestria was not an experience he wanted to have. So when the bell rang for the end of class, he surreptitiously packed his things and snuck out of the classroom with the rest of the mass of students as Celestia was erasing the blackboard.

Except, as he was just getting to the door, he felt his body stop dead in its tracks and as he looked down he saw the characteristic golden aura of Celestia’s magic holding him in place. The other ponies shuffled by him, not getting in his way or acknowledging him at all.

As the last of the others made their way out the door, Mocha was lifted slightly off of the ground, and pulled back into the room, and the door closed gently after him. The soft click of the lock engaging was unmistakable, and it was absolutely dreadful in Mocha’s ears.

“Did you really think you could pull the wool over my eyes?” came the voice he dreaded from behind him.

“I, um, I uh-” As he tried to formulate an answer, he felt himself being flipped backward, and laid down on the ground, looking up at the ceiling as Celestia walked over to him, her heels clicking on the hardwood floor beneath her. As he looked over in her direction, he could barely make out the red shoes underneath her silver dress.

“That’s alright. I understand I can be intimidating. But you must understand that it is all for your own good,” Celestia began, taking slow steps circling around Mocha, “Your grades in this school are no joke. You may have heard the adage that ‘D’s get degrees,’ but I will not tolerate that kind of mediocrity in this school, and especially not in my class.”

“But I-,”

“Don’t interrupt.” Celestia said curtly, looking down at the boy, with a pointed glare, and he immediately closed his mouth. “As I was saying, I know of your aspirations, Mocha. You want to be free of your hometown, you want to go to the frontier and expand it, and you need this school to get there. Well, I’ll have you know that this school isn’t a one-way ticket to all your dreams come true. No, it is a place for me to see what each student is best at and to assign them to their best place in society, as I see fit.”

“Now, as I’ve told you many times by now, this class is to assess your skills, which requires your cooperation and a minimum level of effort and engagement. Clearly, given your poor performance on that last exam you are not giving this class its due diligence. And because of that, you need to be punished. You will have another chance on the next exam to prove your dedication, but if you do poorly again the consequences will be more… severe.”

Mocha gulped at the notion, trying to not think about what he might be about to endure. Though as his eyes darted around the room he realized, the view from below wasn’t too bad. The close encounter with Celestia from before made her now seem cold and distant, but he could now admire her features in all of their glory.

Not only was her bust incredibly… full, but she was very well put together. Perhaps being a Princess meant that she had the power to look however she wanted, but nothing looked a hair’s width out of place. The bulging form of her chest curved down to a sleek abdomen, and the tight shape of her ass was visible even through her dress. The fabric curved down and gave way to show off her silky smooth thighs which came perfectly to rest at-

Wait, how could he see her thighs?

It had happened so slowly over her speech, but Mocha realized with a start that Celestia had been pulling her dress up slowly, and was now up to and past her knees.

“Do you understand, Mocha?” Celestia asked, taking her final calculated steps to stand directly above his head, letting him see up her dress, all the way up, revealing that she wasn’t wearing any undergarments beneath the dress. He could just barely make out the lightly glistening sight of her royal slit just peeking through. Mocha tensed up, nodding his head slowly as all of his mental facilities into not embarrassing himself with another hard-on, especially in such a compromised position.

His mind wandered further, wondering more about what kind of punishment Celestia had in mind, and why she would willingly reveal herself to him.

“Good, and as for your punishment…” she said, stepping over him and turning around, before kneeling down over her victim, standing just inches above his half-hard member, after which Mocha tensed up quite a bit and was clearly desperately trying to hold down.

“Now, Mocha, I know you’re a virgin, but you needn’t be so bashful. I’m the ruler of Equestria, you ought not hide anything from your Princess.”

“I-I’m not a-,” Mocha began, trying to save some sort of face, and regain some sort of control of the situation, squirming a bit in the magical bindings.

“Hush. And furthermore, you mustn’t lieto your Princess.” She cut him off, “Now tell me; do you think you deserve punishment?”

As she waited for a response, she brought one hand down to run softly against his neck, tracing down his chest, sending shivers down Mocha’s spine.

“I, um… I… yes, I do princess,” he stuttered out looking down, focused on her hand as it slowly made its way to its destination between his legs, “Princess, wh-what’re you doing?”

“I’m administering your punishment, dear Mocha. For the next few hours of detention, you are mine, and you will obey your Princess, understand?”

Mocha didn’t know how to respond, it was all so sudden. How could Celestia be so brazenly sexual with him, a student! Surely this was some violation, or against the rules, or he had some say in the matter, but then he remembered. This was Celestia, the god-princess of Equestria; there was no higher authority and if this was her will, there was no one in the world who could tell her otherwise. At a loss for words, he simply nodded again slowly, swallowing nervously and looking back up at her eyes, trying not to think of her hand gently wrapping around his member.

“Good. Now, get this little tool of yours rock hard for me.”

“I-I’m... Princess, I’ve never, um... isn’t there a-a-another kind of, uh… way that I could learn?” he said, trembling as he felt Celestia’s warm hand slowly start to stroke up the length of his cock.

“Do not question my methods, delinquent. Do as I say, or else,” Celestia didn’t elaborate on what the else might be, but Mocha was sure he didn’t want to find out if this was the better option.

Mocha tensed up, and his breathing was shaky as Celestia moved her hand up and down his member slowly, this being the first time anyone else had touched him. Mocha had hoped that he might lose his virginity during a nice, sensual evening with another mare, as they both explored each other’s bodies for the first time. Never in his wildest dreams, or nightmares for that matter, did he think he would be pinned down beneath the Princess of Equestria against his will. Fate has a funny way of defying expectations in that way.

Slowly but steadily, Mocha’s member sprang fully to life in Celestia’s hand, filling itself with blood and becoming thicker and harder and hotter by the second. Mocha, meanwhile, was steadily getting used to the new sensations, finding a way to relax just a bit and moan gently under his breath as the strokes started feeling good to him. Once it felt like Mocha was as hard as he was going to get, Celestia stopped stroking, held his cock in place and spoke up again, looking back from admiring Mocha’s length to making eye contact again.

“Hmm, not bad. Are you ready?”

“R-ready for wha-,” Mocha was cut off and before he could finish his response, Celestia sat down the rest of the way and impaled herself on his cock, hilting him within herself in one swift motion.

Mocha moaned out as Celestia shifted around a bit, twisting herself around on his cock. Something Mocha wasn’t quite ready for was the entire weight of the princess to be suddenly supported by his hips. In pure height, Celestia easily outclassed him, but from his angle, all he could tell was that she didn’t skip leg day. Not only did her thighs rival Mocha’s whole torso in girth, but she had an absolutely titanic ass. As it plopped down on Mocha’s lap, he gulped as began to realize his helplessness in the face of the Princess.

“How does it feel?” she asked mischievously, amused at Mocha’s rather cute reactions where most stallions would have been enthusiastically playing along for a while. “It’s your first time, so I really want to make sure you have a good time”

Mocha took a few seconds to steady his breath and get his mind straight about what he was experiencing, breathing a little heavily as the warm pulsing of Celestia’s pussy sent shocks of pleasure though his body.

“It feels… g-good,” he said, biting his lip a bit as he curled up a bit around Celestia, sitting up. Now that Celestia was pinning Mocha down herself, she no longer needed her magic to hold him down, instead bringing her hands forward to push down on his chest.

“Relax, Mocha,” she said in the most soothing motherly voice she could muster. “You’re losing your virginity, this is a big moment; you need to just relax and enjoy it.” She ran her hands against Mocha’s chest gently, then moved her hands up to his shoulders to rub them, giving him a light massage in an attempt to get him to chill.

The young stallion nodded slowly and took a deep breath, which was quickly cut short as Celestia started to slowly lift herself up again, giving all of Mocha’s cock a thorough stroking, letting nearly all of it out of her before sliding back down again, starting to get into a steady rhythm.

Mocha’s cute moans steadily grew louder and more strained as his body reacted more and more to his first experience, and the view of Celestia’s bountiful underboob combined with her pussy, which was somehow still tight after centuries of experience, made it hard for him to even attempt to hold back.

After just a few minutes, Mocha was tensing up again, and was letting out forced moans despite his efforts to bite his tongue.

“Ah, Celestia, I-I’m… close!” He said desperately, closing his eyes and preparing himself as he felt Celestia push him past the point of no return.

“That’s right, cum for me; cum for your Princess!” Celestia responded, speeding up her bounces, letting Mocha get all the pleasure he could, for now.

All of Mocha’s tension was released in an instant as he arched back, thrusting himself hard and deep into Celestia, feeling himself unload into the cunt that felt like it was almost milking his cock for all it was worth. He moaned out a loud, guttural sound as he thrusted a few more times, as more and more ropes of his thick cum filled the Princess’s womb.

Celetia too, slowed down once she let Mocha ride out his orgasm, giggling a bit to herself as she watched his young body twitch as she continued to gently slide along his shaft. She felt his member start to go soft, but interrupted before he could lose too much excitement.

“Well, Mocha, did you enjoy yourself?” she asked, careful to make sure her student wasn’t so tuckered out yet as to pass out; he had a lot more work to do before he’d be allowed to do that.

Mocha nodded slowly, before opening his eyes gently and starting to sit up.

“That… that felt really good Ms. Celestia, th-thank you,” he said, still catching his breath and looking up at the larger mare. “C-can I go clean myself up now?”

Celestia laughed a little to herself, shaking her head and glaring menacingly down at Mocha.

“Not even close. After all, this is supposed to be a punishment; and I don’t think you’ve properly learnt your lesson yet. Hmm, what do you think, do you think you’ve learned?”

Mocha nodded his head again, “Yes, Princess, I think I’ve learned my lesson, that I need to work harder in class.”

“Tsk tsk tsk,” replied Celestia, “Now what did I tell you about lying. I know you haven’t learned anything yet. Do you know why? Because I haven’t even taught you yet. Shame. That really is quite a shame. Well, at least that has at least one upside.”

“Wh-what?” Mocha asked, though he was quite afraid of what the answer would be.

“I won’t need to hold back.” Celestia laughed a bit more to herself before bringing her hands down to push Mocha back onto the floor, and stabilize herself. “Please, try not to squirm too much.”

And with that, she lifted herself up and started purposefully bobbing up and down on Mocha’s softening cock, forcibly coaxing it back to full size, as the sensitive organ sent waves of spasms and twitches through his body.

“Ah, fuck, oh, Celestia, please stop,” Mocha cried out, grinding his teeth and writhing as Celestia pushed his newly non-virgin cock further than it had ever been pushed before, and gave him his first experience with the dismays of overstimulation.

It was difficult to describe the experience because it was like nothing Mocha had experienced before. His cock, which was only minutes ago begging for attention and release now felt like an open wound that Celestia was unabashedly aggravating. The only way he could think of to deal with the pain was to dissociate somewhat and try to disconnect himself from his penis, and just deal with the rush of pain as he experienced it. But unlike a wound, or just a sore, Celestia’s bouncing up and down constantly brought him back into the moment, a constant reminder of the situation he was in.

“I told you to relax,” Celestia cooed tauntingly as Mocha continued to spew profanities, trying to find any way to cope with the excruciating pain. She continued moving her hips, speeding up and slowing down to keep her subject engaged in the learning process.

As she continued, Mocha felt a strange feeling through the pain; he felt more pressure welling up in his loins and he realized that he was getting close to the edge again. It was more proof of how little control he really had over not just the situation, but his own body.

“Oh, Celestia, please, fuck you’re gonna make me-, ah!” He cried out, his body tensing up again as, against his will, he felt his member release another load into Celestia, mixing pleasure and pain like he’d never felt before.

“Cumming again so soon, Mocha? Hm,” Celestia said, smirking a bit as she continued, slowing down a bit to give the stallion a bit of hope.

“Oh Celestia,” he swore, breathing shakily as he felt her relent slightly, “Oh, I’ve learned my lesson I swear, I’ll study harder, I’ll ace every assignment, I’ll do it all early but for the love of all things holy, please stooooppp~” Mocha cried out, on the verge of tears as the pain in his dick only got worse as he rounded the corner of his second orgasm.

“Oh Mocha, naive child, detention is two whole hours, and you’ve barely made it half an hour so far. And your little friend down there seems to like it. I’ve never had anyone cum again so quickly. Just remember, this is the punishment that bad students like you deserve, you don’t need to do anything but endure. ”

“Oh fuck,” was all Mocha managed to say before Celestia sped up again, making him unable to say anything more than guttural yelps and groans of pain.

Rrrrrriiiiinngggggg.

As the bell signalling the end of the school day, and thus the end of detention, rang, Celestia gave her victim a few more bounces to help him ‘ride out’ his tenth and final orgasm of the day, finally coming to a rest with the whole of Mocha’s sore and abrased member hilted in her dripping full pussy, as it twitched out its last drops of cum.

If Celestia could compare the first and last loads, it’d be proof that she’d milked Mocha totally dry. She was surprised that Mocha had cum so many times, taking a breath herself and wiping the sweat from her brow. Silently, Celestia praised herself for having built up such strong thigh muscles, essentially having been doing squats for the last two hours straight. Though it was more than worth it, she eked out a few out a few orgasms herself and she got the absolutely adorable sight of Mocha struggling to have any agency over his own body. As ruler of Equestria, Celestia loved nothing more than a power trip and the stallion below her scratched just that itch for her.

She smirked as she looked down at the softly breathing form of Mocha on the ground below her. He’d passed out somewhere around orgasm number 6, but Celestia was much more focused on getting herself off at that point for her to pay any attention. It made it a little less fun, but watching him twitch and squirm in his ‘sleep’ was almost just as good.

What a cute one, I’ll have to remember him. Celestia thought to herself. As she looked around, she also noticed a few slight cracks in the floor. Maybe she overdid it a little bit as she worked her queen-sized hindquarters; but it was fine, Mocha didn’t break any bones, some bruising, sure, but nothing daddy time couldn’t fix.

Celestia stood up slowly, unfixing herself from Mocha’s quickly retracting member. As she did so, it was like the cork was being removed on an upside-down bottle of wine and she felt a gush of cum run out down her legs and drip onto Mocha’s chest, adding to an additional few splotches that had been splashed from earlier fun and had already begun drying.

Once she stood up completely, she stretched a bit, and leaned down to pick up the all-tuckered-out student, holding him under the arms. She looked down and noted the outline of Mocha in little cracks in the floor. Celestia made a mental note to fix the cracks before class tomorrow; or rather, to tell someone else to fix it.

She held out the boy and gave a quick visual inspection, noting some bruising around the loins, and clear red irritation where there was the most friction, but all in one piece and nothing broken.

“Hm, lasted better than the last one,” Celestia said to herself, fondly remembering the stallion she put in the hospital during the last detention.

She took one more admiring look at him before bringing him in close, closing her eyes and locking lips with the boy. As she did, though, his body again began to move with a mind of its own, his member slowly rising again from what could only be a Pavlovian response because he was anything but aroused. In fact, just the act of getting hard again was painful as the more blood flowed through his beleaguered cock, the more sensitive to the soreness it became.

Mocha’s eyes opened with a start from the sudden return of pain, widening fully as his brain processed what happened over the last few hours, the pain in his loins, the fact that it wasn’t all a dream and the situation now of the Princess of the Sun forcing her tongue into his mouth.

Immediately, he tried to pull away, but Celestia’s hand held him firmly in place, and as he was given more time to contemplate the situation, he decided that the best thing to do was to just let it happen, so he tried his best to relax, regain his breath and let Celestia do whatever heinous things she wanted with his mouth. Soon enough, thankfully, Celestia broke the kiss and set Mocha gently down on the floor, leaning him up against the desk as he looked about to collapse.

“Well done Mocha, you survived detention; fairly well I might add. I hope you learned something,” she said, looking at him up and down again, waiting for a response.

Mocha’s legs were trembling as he did his best to keep himself upright, not having any response to the Princess, looking back up at her in some amount of desperation, hoping that she really did mean it was over. After a few moments, Celestia spoke up.

“Well, you’re free to go, but if you want to stay,” she moved closer and gently ran her pinky finger along his pulsating shaft, “I’d be happy to give you some extra lessons,” she said with a devious smile, looking into Mocha’s eyes.

Immediately, Mocha sprang into action, turning around and stumbling towards the door. “No thanks,” he managed to croak out as he ignored his bag and unlocked the door, swinging it out and tripping as he fell out of the doorway, much to the amusement of the teacher. He quickly regained his balance and Celestia listened to his unsteady hoofsteps running down the hall.

She chuckled a bit to herself at how fast Mocha regained his mobility, and made her way back to her desk.

Nngg, she involuntarily moaned to herself, bringing her hand down between her legs to feel cum still flowing out of her womb, bringing her hand back drenched with the stuff. As much as she would never admit it, she was just as tired as Mocha, though in his state, he would never notice it. She grabbed her water bottle and took a long swig as she raised her dress again, looking down at the streams of semen flowing down her two legs and the puddle on the floor of the classroom with a trail following her around. She casually put her finger in her mouth and sucked the moisture off of it as she thought.

That must be an academy record, she thought to herself, for pure volume if nothing else. It wasn’t even breeding season and he had outperformed everyone in recent memory. She thought some things over in her head, surprised that he was able to keep producing, even when he was forced to. As she mulled these things over, she pulled a piece of paper out of her desk, an exam, with Mocha’s name on it; this one a perfect score. It was so much fun making students think they actually failed; forgery and a bit of magic persuasion was all it took to put any one of those little bookworms at her mercy. She looked the papers over for a bit, chuckling to herself before putting it back into her desk, right beside the real exam of the last unfortunate soul to get detention.

“Looks like I picked the right one this time,” she said, as a million scheming thoughts ran through her head.