My Little Pony: Student Six Timeskip AU

The houseplants in the classroom were flooded with mineral water to the brim, imitating the whole room which was filled with all sorts of students, occupying the rightful seats across the sea wave of the sides. The first ones, who arrived at the whereabouts (even before the bell rang) were none other than Sandbar and Ocellus.

The honest bright-minded lads in the school.

The other students took their places minutes after the metal thingy on the corridor screeched louder than anycreature thought.

They sat in their seats as they waited for the teacher, chatting amongst each other and passing notes around. Yona, as the casual yak used to be, was already searching for butterflies in the windows out of boredom. Silverstream daydreamed about going outside and messing around in the river, while Ocellus got rightfully annoyed by her babblings.

“Silence…” the changeling filly said dryly. “Teacher will be in the classroom right on time.”

“Oh, worry not, insect pony,” Yona replied, taking her attention away from the window for a brief moment.

After a few more minutes the teacher trotted into the classroom, directly causing them to quite down. “Hello, my students. Today is a wonderful day.”

The face of the changeling filly told it all, when her dark cyan eyes, gave her a prompt benefit to change into one of the books on her desk. Her mother, Fluttershy sought for her daughter right after opening her eyelids in front of her desk. “Ocellus? My buggy? My dearest little ladybug?”

Ocellus inaudibly begged her classmates to keep shut about her location, but much to her dismay, somescaly already witnessed her object metamorphosis.

“Your ‘dearest little ladybug’ just shapeshifted into a studying exam, ma’am.”

It was Garble, an 8-year-old red dragon with orange fins, who seemed to have a knack for strong taunts and just like his younger sister, teasing his classmates for no reason. Smolder snickered.

Everyone stared and also lightly snickered as the young changeling shaped back into her pony-like form. Poor Ocellus could only flush in embarrassment and fix the pillows on her neck when her overprotective mother approached her desk to give her another foal-like nickname.

“What is wrong, my beloved grub?”

Yep, Ocellus already expected those funny words.

"Nothing, mom. I just wasn't expecting you to be the teacher." Ocellus answered, causing the yellow pegasus to giggle slightly.

Being able to sense her daughter's discomfort Fluttershy leaned and whispered in her ear. "Don't worry my sweet grub, I'll try not to embarrass you."

Fluttershy trotted to the front of the room. The yellow mare pulled down a chart detailing the diet of a brown bear, its Latin name on top as well as what it eats and their most favorable habitat.

Sitting next to the unsettled changeling, Yona brutely glared at Garble and friendly patted Ocellus on the back. “Insect pony not feel sadness. Yona also dislikes red fire lizard.”

“My appreciation Yona.” the bugpony said.

“Does anyone here know what is a favorite food of brown bears?” the adult pegasus gave her speech for a class. “What their diet consists of?”

Fluttershy addressed this question, especially for her daughter, but the latter bizzarelly disregarded it with a murmur. The 8-year-old blue griffon chick raised his claw up instead.

“Taking into account an omnivorous nature of these ursids, they are eating every kind of food, varying from berries to fishes. Just like Harry.”

“Top effort, Gallus,” Fluttershy beamed with joy hearing that. “You seem more present in the subject this time."

Fluttershy went on with her lecture, going over all of the foods these bears love to eat.

Her lecture went on until the bell dismissed the class for lunch Students left the classroom and moved to the cafeteria. As a more carnivorous being like those bears he talked about, Gallus gained for himself a sliced ham sandwich. Ocellus, slightly disgusted by a piece of animal that the little griffon munched on and because of obtaining a more herbivorous lifestyle in comparison to her mother, took hold of a simple salad. It was a little challenging, due to the pillows.

“What do you need sleeping marshmallows for?” the pink hippogriff asked curiously, taking out a plain peanut-butter sandwich. Still better than Sandbar’s meal. A single apple from his farm homeland. Frankly, he didn’t complain as he took a bite of the red fruit.

Ocellus blushed as she put her salad on the table. "They're for me, my parents are super overprotective of me, so they try to babyproof everything."

The female cyan changeling somehow managed to remove all the packaging of her meal and levitating plastic utensils in her magic aura, moved with her lunch. “They are very careful about my well-being…”

“It's a pity your pony mom didn't bring you in a baby stroller,”

The group moved their crooked expressions in a direction of a table some feet away. It was Smolder along with her older brother eating some gems, whilst having some free time to taunt other classmates. Funnily enough, the little changeling wasn’t moved by Smolder’s mocks at all, which wordlessly stupefied the rest of her group. “A baby stroller? Hm, I do not think it is such a bad idea.”

"That was a joke," Smolder said, trying to get some rise out of Ocellus.

“I know, I know!” the little changeling joyfully rose her breath in a situation like this and then grinned. “I’m just messing with ya.”

“You horrid little…!” the young red dragon mumbled through his teeth leaping up from his seat ready to hurt his reformed changeling classmate. “I’m going to change you into a bug powder!”

Such a harsh reaction from a small dragon didn’t really startle Ocellus at all. Uncle Discord taught her really well how to behave at situations like these. Thankfully, before the changeling could prepare her own secret weapon, something else happened.

“Calm down, Gar-Gar!” the younger orange dragoness caught his elbow. “Cool down the scales…”

The 8-year-old red dragon hatchling sighed, scratched his nostrils, and sat back next to his younger sister. “She made us look like fools with her pitiful throwbacks.”

Except for that, the rest of the lunchtime went very calmly.

MEANWHILE, IT WAS A NIGHTTIME IN THE DRAGON LANDS…

The scream of fear echoed through all of the rocky badlands. This one sound assumed a screeching gecko, but one could be said it was one. The screech surrounded nearby areas for thirty seconds, directly before the parents of the little lavender dragon hatchling trampled the door and ran inside.

“IS S-SOMETHING WRONG, S-SPIKEY!?” his mother was adorned with light blue scales and eyes in synonyms of grapefruity eyes. Her husband, a Dragon Lord of all scalies, an albino took matters into his own claws and searched for dangers around.

Dragon Lady Ember wasted no time. She ran to her 4-year-old toddler son and drowned him in her motherly embrace. She instinctively heard him sobbing, while she looked at her other half and the father of her baby, Fizzle.

Spike’s dad sniffed as his pink fins and eyes sharpened in a defensive state. He crawled across the room and then looked under the bed by picking up the covers. He was about to attack but held himself back the moment he saw nothing.

“Na-uh, no monsters around.”

“Mommy, daddy, I-I-I I’m s-s-so s-s-s-scared of those bad nightmares… That b-bad sir is lurking everywhere…” he gulped in distress. “M-make t-them s-stop… I beg you… I d-don’t w-want to have them. N-NO MORE!”

Ember was terrified of how consciously her son was filling gaps in sentences and how terrified he was. Fizzle also stood by his son’s side, firmly waiting and listening by their side.to every of his word.

That meant a sleepless night for them.