The Rise of Passion

Trixie set down her picnic basket on Gallus and Sandbar's dresser. She opened one side, pulled out an apple, and put it in her mouth, biting down on it. From the other side, she pulled a large book. "Trixie wasn't expecting to be the one to give you all this class," she said, taking a large bite out of the apple, "Especially during dinner time."

"We weren't expecting Gallus to be so insistent that you be the one to teach us," replied Ocellus.

"Yeah," agreed Silverstream. "He seemed really excited when I suggested that headmare Twilight should teach us about sex."

Gallus shrugged and forced a smile. "I spent a lot of time with Trixie and Starlight over the break. I know she has firsthoof experience in this field."

He had wanted Twilight to teach them. He wanted her to teach them with practical aid. He wanted her to teach him with practical aid. He wanted to mount her and ride her until it was time to go to class tomorrow morning. But then he heard Cozy's voice in his head, telling him it was not yet time. How long would it take?

Trixie took another bite of her apple. "Are we all sitting comfortably, here in Gallus and Sandbar's bedroom? We can't really do this in any of the classrooms, yet."

"It's a little cramped," admitted Yona. "Are you sure we'll have enough room, Ms. Trixie?"

Trixie nodded. "It might be a bit cramped at first, but once we come into the swing of things, Trixie is certain that you'll all be much more comfortable. Now, who can tell Trixie what this book is?"

No hooves or claws went into the air, with the exception of Gallus, who had already seen the book in Trixie's things while moving from the Crystal Empire. It was Cozy's.

"Since most of you are unaware, Trixie will just tell you. This is the Kamasutra; the Book of Love."

Ocellus's mouth began to water a bit. "There's a book for that? I thought that before the reformation, we could only feast on other creatures. I didn't know there was a vegan option."

Trixie shook her head. "This is not a book filled with love. This is a book that shows you how to make love."

Ocellus's jaw dropped "You can make it?!"

Trixie smiled and nodded. "After applying the techniques detailed in this book, the excess love will fill the recipients, causing good feelings between them, though its effects are untested among most of your kind, so a lot of this will be experimental."

Silverstream clasped her claws together giddily. "We're going to learn something no other research team knows!" She clapped and giggled excitedly. "When can we start?!"

Trixie turned to Gallus and gave him the book. "Gallus, why don't you find the position you took with Sandbar, first? There are plenty of pictures, so it should be easy to identify. The rest of you, if you would please share with each other any special mating habits of your species? It will aid in understanding each other better."

Yona stood up. "As far as I'm aware, which isn't exactly the most comprehensive guide, yak mating begins when the male mounts the female. He sticks his thingy into hers, and after a few minutes of rocking back and forth, they separate. And that makes calves."

Sandbar nodded along. "The same is true for ponies, but instead of calves, we make foals. But what does mating have to do with this?"

"I'll tell you in a minute," nodded Trixie. "Silverstream?"

"I only know the seapony form," she admitted. "The female lays her eggs in a male, and then he deposits them in a milt sac, which he then carries around until the little seaponies hatch!"

"Wait, the male carries the babies?" asked Yona. "That's weird. With yaks, it's the female."

"The same with ponies," agreed Sandbar.

"Who cares who carries the eggs?" cut in Smolder. "As long as they make it safely to the next nest, what does it matter which parent carries the eggs?"

Yona shuffled in her seat. "Well, Yaks don't lay eggs."

Smolder folded her arms. "Now, that's weird."

"Ponies don't lay eggs, either," interjected Sandbar.

"Gryphons do," said Gallus. "We hatch, and then discard our shells."

"We wear ours when we hatch," chimed Ocellus. "We can't really take them off." She knocked on her carapace.

"We don't have shells," added Silverstream. "We're all soft and squishy when we hatch."

"You're all weirdos," smirked Smolder. "Except perhaps Gallus, there." She bumped her claw against his. "Dragon mating rituals start with a fierce battle. The winner then climbs on top of the loser and makes all the decisions. His wang comes out of its slit, and fills her up, then she lays the eggs. It's very important to win that fight, because it determines the outcome of every disagreement until the offspring is grown up enough to go off on their own."

"That's barbaric," trembled Ocellus.

"That's pretty normal, actually," argued Gallus. "My parents didn't even keep me that long, whoever they were."

"We all know who our mother was," sighed Ocellus. "Changelings reproduce in batches from the queen, though without a queen, it's unclear how we will advance. That said, we females have ovipositors, so I think that might play into it."

"Found it!" said Gallus, giving the book back to Trixie. "It's called "Mating Press: Anal Variant.""

Trixie smiled. "Trixie may not need to tell you why I brought up the subject of mating at all." She turned the book so every creature in the room could see. The ponies in the picture, a stallion and a mare, were in a very similar position as Gallus and Sandbar, but not quite. "As you can see, it's a perfectly natural process between a stallion and a mare."

"But they're both male," blurted out Silverstream. "Neither of them is a mare. Is it still natural then?"

Trixie nodded. "There has been some debate, but without the goal of creating offspring, there's little issue with it. As long as the two participants are both consenting adults, it's perfectly harmless."

"But we're not quite adults yet," noted Ocellus. "Does that mean we're not allowed?"

Trixie shook her head. "Under current law, you're not allowed to have sex yet. Gallus and Sandbar did make a mistake in that. But the generous and benevolent Trixie is not going to send them to the dungeons for that. Instead, she's going to teach you, all of you, all about sex. That way, you know better, and you'll be better prepared when you reach adulthood. This isn't really sex, after all. It's just practising."