My Little Pony: Student Six Timeskip AU

The first day in The School of Friendship 8 years later blossomed like a field of violets and other lofty flowers, as Headmare Starlight was back at her paperwork to greet the garden-fresh saplings, aka students like colts, fillies, and extra creatures of different heritage, that enrolled there.

The building showed off with its prime like it used to nigh on a decade ago. Thanks to the dazzling endowments of Prince Blueblood and the foreign rulers some months after the defeat of the nasty trio, The School of Friendship with such good supplies had no obstacles for applying for their status as a public school.

Not only, but also mandatory education for every born creature around the globe. Specifically, the school offered a speech therapy for Yak youngsters, who often manifested a disgusting third-person dialect.

...And that's how the system presented itself.

The orange teenage pegasus watched over her 8-year-old blue griffon nephew, gently giving her way for yak parents of a little calf named Yona, whose reason of being there were actual lisp problems of her tonations.

The chickub quirked an eyebrow, as he stared at the little bovine moving along with her parents in a shared similar pace of movements. Then, he glanced at his right and spotted a little hippogriff hovering above her lavender alicorn mom.

"Scoots? Is this Princess Twilight Sparkle I heard a lot from mommy?"

Scootaloo picked up her attention on the sky.

"No, birdbrain," she chuckled and moved his head forward. "...It's her daughter, Princess Silverstream. Twilight Sparkle is the purple pony right there..."

The young griffon rolled his eyes and looked behind. The green color with a lime outline of head drowned out every part of his eyesight.

"Who ARE you supposed to be?"

"Oh," the green earth pony colt looked above from his books and awkwardly smiled. "It's my game to introduce myself, Sandbar's my name. The only child of Big Macintosh and Sugar Belle, and the great-grandson of Ponyville's founder. And I'm here to make some friends!"

The blue chickub rolled his eyes once more.

"Care to introduce yourself, then?"

The young griffon sighed. "Gallus."

"My family has a lot of those on their farm," Sandbar shook his head. "But only for eggs, we are all herbivores. Eating meat has frowned upon our society."

"It's my name, you dolt."

"Hold on," the wingless female orange dragon approached the duo, visibly snickering.

"What!?" Gallus frowned.

"Y-yy... You are named after A CHICKEN!?"

"I didn't say anything..." the green colt disapproved, wretchedly placing a hoof on his chest. "IN THE HONOR OF APPLES! I PROMISE!"

"Shut your beak, nerd..."

"GAR-GAR I NEED TO TELL YOU SOMETHING!"

The 8-year-old griffon flushed in embarrassment watched the little dragon running and pausing next to the outwardly older red dragon. After whispering something in her brother's ear, he grinned.

"Well, well, well." the red dragon pouted. "My sister is in a school with a chicken? What are those? A cooking class?"

Gallus didn't care much about being called this way... right?

Yep! He shrugged them off. The chickub appeared to be apathetic about taunts and was more curious about two Princesses being here with their own presence, than jagged overcooked shrimp laughing his haunches off on his name.

A mother and her daughter, are equally pretty in their appearances. The school assembly gave the impression of exalted serenity of griffon's mind with their attendance.

He was also proud of the fact that he was to share a class with the Princess's daughter, as a real gentle bird could.

"Umm-my s-sincere apologies?"

Gallus blinked and looked at his left. A frail very small cyan changeling with beetle-like armor on her back stood there accompanied by a larger dark-purple one with antlers. Interestingly, she had a lot of pillows stitched to her neck and chest with hairbands.

"Fluttershy's daughter, I guess?"

"...Y-yes... Y-you?..."

"Rainbow Dash's..." the griffon nodded. "Welcome to the team. It bothers me. Why do you need all these pillows for?"

"Safety reasons, kid," the adult dark-purple changeling replied. "My grubby is very fragile. Her wings are lighter than glass. Her heartless sheltered than a bunker."

"...Changelings have hearts?..."

"Yes, they do!" Sandbar showed off some shade with his knowledge. "From the point of view, they DO look like bugs, but, have genes from equine. Isn't that right, prince Pharynx?"

"Isn't it actually the other way?"

The green earth pony colt was interrupted by a slightly purple friendship hippogriff filly, who in the middle of her flying, bumped into silhouettes of Gallus and himself. For Pharynx's luck, Silverstream avoided getting Ocellus on her way, as the little changeling was fine and unscathed.

"SILVERSTREAM!" the purple alicorn yelled out at the top of her lungs, while Headmare Starlight dwelled with silent chuckles hidden by her hoof.

Twilight Sparkle reddened from anger and pulled her daughter up by her wing.

Silverstream hissed in pain, as she was pulled in immediate eye contact. Her feathery cheeks puffed, trying to find a way to bail out of her mother's magic aura. The adult friendship princess appeared displeased by virtue of all the confusion spawned by her offspring.

This little monster annoyed her more than once.

"Say sorry."

"B-BUT MOMMY! I was just making friends, I..."

"Say... Sorry..." Twilight's eyelid twitched, her look stern. "...Otherwise, you will be grounded for a month..."

Silverstream couldn't stand her pony mother's menacing gaze, but being grounded was like a shocker. She timidly chose to make a wiser decision.

"I'm sorry... everyone... I was just... so excited to meet you..."

As the situation in the corridor eased, Gallus and Sandbar dizzily raised on their quadrupedal positions. Gallus' aunt, Scootaloo, helped her griffon nephew regain consciousness.

"Are you feeling alright, 'llus?" the orange pegasus asked.

"I'm fine, ma'am." the changeling filly nodded.

"Not you, grub. I'm talking to my chicken relative..."

The young griffon facepalmed, but in less than a second, burst out laughing like an idiot. Sandbar still dazed, also let out a very loud giggle.

In the present circumstances, Mr. Sunburst humbly announced to the microphone, that the school assembly took the plunge.