'How to Pony: The gathered first hoof accounts of a non-pony learning how to be a pony.' By Idol Hooves

by KarmaSentinal

Rating: everyone
Tags: Cheerilee, Slice of Life, Alternate Universe, Anthology, Original Character, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
Length: 10292

A look into the popular foal's series called 'How to Pony.' By Idol Hooves

With the Summer Sun Solstice around the corner, it means the time as come to cover one of the most renowned, and culturally important works of the last two decades- 'How to Pony.' By Idol Hooves.

Join us as we follow a class's journey into these renowned books that have helped many creatures around the planet become the best they can be, and how the author's own experiences helped create this wonderous book series.

Note: While this story is listed as sequel to my Idol Hooves Spin off, it will borrow from all the side stories created by Vdrake and fans alike. Think of it as a Breath of the Wild situation were everything is basically canon, but not canon.

Cover art belongs to Vavacung's comic: Changeling-Scout comic.

Published 2022-11-16 19:20:00 UTC
Last updated 2024-11-14 16:36:35 UTC

Chapter 1: A deeper look into the non-pony named Idol Hooves.

Author's Note

This chapter is another look into the events leading our favorite changeling into becoming a world famous author. The next chapter will official kick off a look into several of his more regarded works (ie each chapter will cover a book), and how they influenced a generation.

Cheers!

*Also I would like to thank the Discord community members AbelDuSable and Twilight-Shimmer for coming up with Idol's pen name and the name of his Museum. The of Nowhere is another Idol fan creation that I will be sprinkling in as the story progresses.

Chapter 1: A deeper look into the non-pony named Idol Hooves.

“Every year I like starting out with this book for two reasons: It's Idol’s first book, and the importance of its message.” Cheerilee then grabbed the book, an older copy based on its hardcover nature as many books have switched to the cheaper flimsy paper cover.

“‘How to Pony: Social interactions for the recluse.’ By See Shell. A personal favorite of mine for several reasons, but mainly this one is signed to me!”

The students were silent as they watched their teacher observing the book with a look some of the children had seen their parents give to either them or their sibling- a mother’s love. The book had come at a point in time Cheerilee didn’t know she needed when her social and love life was non-existent, and had been throwing herself into her job.

Cheerilee looked up from her old memories and coughed into her hoof before continuing.

“Last week I mentioned Mr. Hooves is the author of this wondrous series that many creatures around the world have grown up loving…” She held up her older copy of the book to show the class it's rather bland, and worn hard cover with a faded golden outline of the three pony races. “His early editions were under another name meant to signal other changelings what to read.”

Cheerilee carefully set the book on her desk and moved to the magical board on the wall she often used as a projector, and after pressing some buttons on the little pad next to it caused the lights to dim. The foals couldn’t control themselves and started cooing in wonder and excitement knowing they were about to do something other than work. A flash of light, and suddenly the board was displaying the image of the changeling in question, and this time it earned some hushed whispering amongst them.

“I know his appearance is a bit off putting, but let it be known Mr. Hooves is a very kind and well mannered changeling. As a Precursor, Mr. Hooves has to siphon, or feed off the love of others while modern changelings are able to create their own love and share it with others. Somehow he’s been able to manage just fine.”

She waited a moment for any possible questions, or comments the children might have, mostly the nymph Night Shift, before continuing with her presentation. With a simple voice command, the light flickered and replaced the image of a younger Idol to a more current one standing in guard like fashion while his equally older wife wrapped a leg around his, near the shoulder. Cheerilee found herself smiling when the nymph in question began buzzing her wings in excitement.

“I recognize that picture! We were visiting grandma and grandpa for Uncle Kevin’s promotion party! It was really neat and I got to see Aunt Flurry again!” Night Shift’s causal mention of famed Crystal Princess earned her more curious looks from the non-pony creatures that wouldn’t have known about the nymph’s parentage.

Cheerilee nodded and continued.

“You’re correct, Night Shift. As we can see Idol has kept his original appearance far longer than any other changeling known today. It’s hard to consider it nowadays, but children, you have to remember times were different back then, and Idol used to be one of many changelings living among ponies. Early into his life in Canterlot, and close proximity to Princess Cadence, Idol became a leader of sorts to these castaway changelings, and actually wrote the books to help them.”

She said the command once more, and the screen flashed to reveal a set of hardback books similar to the one she brought from home. There were seven total.

“These are the first editions of his ‘How to Pony.’ series written under the pen name See Shell…”

“I know this one too! Mom says we used to use code names so other changelings could tell us apart!” The nymph once more interrupted the presentation, but Cheerilee knew she was just excited to be able to share anything about her family with the class.

“And I’m glad you brought that up, Night. She is right class. Changelings like Idol used to disguise themselves to look like ponies, or any creature around them to gather their love, but it meant they were unable to tell another changeling apart. So Idol used a changeling code word to alert other disguised changelings to his books- ‘How to Pony.’ “

With her reveal, most of the class were whispering among themselves after learning the famed series was literally meant to help a creature become a pony. Cheerilee allowed them the opportunity to process the information so far as she watched the little foals, nymphs, cubs, pup, kid, and zony what sounded like them comparing other titles from the series like a scavenger hunt to find that treasure first.

Only this time, it was to be the first to reach some conclusion only they seemed to be looking for.

“See Shell was the name he chose, and while I don’t know its exact meaning among changelings, it was enough to draw them to his book.” She continued and then once more held up her own first edition of volume one. “This is my personal, and original copy I was given around that time, and one of my most prized possessions as I had the privilege of meeting Idol during a book signing.”

“As I’ve been describing, his books unexpectedly found a wider audience than just changelings and by the time of the seventh book, his books were selling out regularly. This was also the time of his hiatus for several years when the Canterlot Attack happened and his eventual move to the Crystal Empire. Since then, he released the first seven under his own name to the Crystal Ponies before resuming work on the series under his own name.”

Cheerilee paused expecting Night Shift to be clamoring to speak, but when her hoof remained still while a paw was raised instead, she felt surprise before calling on the student.

“Why use his name not first?” It was the lone Diamond Dog pup in the entire school district whose adoptive mother was also a local, and national celebrity- Rarity.

“Another good point, Dusty Belle, and there’s a reason for that. The attack on Canterlot revealed Changelings to the masses…” She noticed how most of the class except the couple of nymphs looked the most uncomfortable already knowing the details of their kind’s past. “...Idol wasn’t spared either, but had proven himself true even if it took time to rebuild his image. The move to the Crystal Empire became another turning point in his life because it exposed him to ponies that honestly didn’t know how to act in modern times.”

She said the command, and the screen flickered. The image changed from the seven books to a picture of Idol in his Guard Dress Slacks, his all but official yet wife Topaz in a lovely emerald dress with a ‘Beehive' style mane, and a disgruntled filly sporting her own ‘Beehive’.

“This picture was taken during his second year in the Empire, and acting as their Guard’s commander. ‘Colonel Hooves, and family did nearly as much for the Empire as the Royal Family did’ one citizen was quoted saying and that is still the feeling today. Books during the first couple of years were scarce, and non-existent to the common pony forcing Idol and Topaz to buy their own printing press to publish the books needed for the university.”

“He later took this a step further and bought the rights to publish his own book in the Crystal Empire under his own name so the Crystal Ponies would be more accepting of it. The bet worked. “Shower and Hooves Publishing is the largest printer/publisher within the Crystal Empire to this very day, and works almost exclusively with learning institutions throughout Equestria to bring them up-to-date textbooks near the cost of printing.”

She said the command, and the picture changed to another of Idol Hooves, and his wife Topaz meeting with King Thorax. Cheerilee waited so the children could absorb everything she’d highlight, and ask questions- they did.

“Yes. Silver Standard?”

“Hao is hat?” The filly was pointing at the picture, but quickly began gesturing to her head on each side, and it was the other nymph, Skittle Pop, that answered it for her.

“It’s Uncle Thorax!” She happily cheered, earning a few questioning looks if she really was related to the King, while Night Shift seemed uninterested.

“All changelings refer to the King as ‘Uncle’ as a sign of endearment, and camaraderie much like we ponies refer to Princess Twilight and High Steward Spike as by their first names instead of titles. It helps bridge the gap between social status, and foster a connection we wouldn’t see otherwise. While not publicly stated, the two changelings are seen together enough to suggest they do respect each other with it on record Thorax asking for advice more than once; what that advice is, no creature knows, but it must have proven fruitful for Thorax has opened several public learning centers in coordination with Idol’s own efforts. The most notable example being Thorax’s School for Labored Arts in the town of Nowhere, next to the Hooves Pottery Center where he houses not only his early works, but the finest collection of potted wares in the world with two dating back all the way to the founding of Equestria!”

What was left of the class continued in much the same way until the bell rang for the children to go home.

After reminding them to bring a pencil for tomorrow, Cheerilee bid them a farewell and looked to her desk where her original copy of ‘How to Pony: Social Interactions for the recluse.’ By See Shell still remained. She could have used her plans from previous school years, but something about this year made her want to change it up just a bit, and she didn’t know if it was because the famed changeling’s granddaughter was present or not, but need to do something different was nipping at her ears like a particularly cold day.

She sighed understanding the work ahead, and that she would be coming home a little late tonight.

Chapter 2: ‘How to Pony: Social interactions for the recluse.’ By Idol Hooves.

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Chapter 3: How to become less of a recluse, and more of a social butterfly.

Cheerilee had spent most of her free time after class ended looking over the students papers, and found herself scratching her head unsure what to do next.

Since she started using the ‘How to Pony’ books as part of her curriculum over a decade ago, nearly all of her classes caught on real quick to the point of the project. This year’s class was looking like they’ve missed the concept entirely based on how simple their responses were- barely statements. This in itself wasn’t completely true, but often enough was proven true.

“I’m Night Shift, and I like bug collecting.” Cheerilee read the statement and found herself slumping into her desk. “You were the chosen one!”

If she expected any creature to have understood the project, it would have been the actual grandfoal of the author himself! Her own mother even ran a friendship club for singles, and that was while running a small hive!

Cheerilee sighed as she placed the paper face down in the growing pile of papers her students had turned in, and after looking at the remaining papers still left decided she’ll save herself the trouble and let her students read them tomorrow as intended. With this declaration, the aging teacher collected the papers into a single pile, placed them in the drawer that didn’t contain her adult juice, and locked them inside- the time was 2 hours over due to be home.

She quickly gathered everything into her saddle bag that included her personal copy of ‘How to Pony’ carefully by putting it back into its protective slip box for transport. Taking another quick count of her belongings, and satisfied she had everything turned everything off before heading for the door. Cheerilee stood by the entrance running through the mental checklist one last time before locking the door for the evening.

“Good morning class!”

“GOOD MORNING MRS. CHEERILEE!”

It was their usual morning greeting, and one they’ve been doing for the past several months. This greeting is an equal routine as is their enthusiasm behind it meant to strengthen their trust, and break the ice before starting the day that hopefully would carry over this habit for many years to come. Cheerilee smiled as she greeted each of the children, happy to see none had missed today meaning the group assignment could continue without delay.

“Alright class, today we’ll be finishing up the group project we started yesterday. I’ll pass out your papers back to you in a moment, but not until every creature settles into their assigned groups. If you have forgotten your group, I have a list so please come see me and I can direct you to your correct partners.”

The students didn’t complain so much as mutter to themselves as they had to say goodbye to their friends once more. They started moving their desks around trying to recreate the sitting pattern from yesterday, but lagged as they didn’t want to leave their friends behind again. Cheerilee only had to step in once to help with reminding some students where they belonged for the remainder of this project. Once she was satisfied everything was in order, Cheerilee retreated back to her desk and quickly sorted the papers into their assigned groups to pass them back to the students.

“Today we’ll be continuing our project from yesterday, but now you’ll be presenting your findings to the class.” She waited for the students to groan and moan at having to do the extra work, but she didn’t mind as it came with the territory. “I know you would prefer to move on, but the faster we present our papers, the faster we can return to our regular seating arrangement.”

Her announcement was met with a few more groans, but it had lit the proverbial fire under their tails to get every creature to review their papers to go over the material one last time before they would present. Cheerilee moved back to stand next to her desk, and opened up the space between her and the students so the presenting student would have the class’s full attention. She waited another two minutes to give them a chance to fix their papers, or whatever else they needed to do before she tapped her hoof on the ground in the old Earth Pony way to get the attention of her students.

“Alright class, that is enough time. We shall start with the first table on my left and work our way down to the right. Skittle Pop, you are first.”

“ME!?” The other changeling nymph in the classroom chirped as she tried covering her muzzle with her hooves.

Of the two major changeling schools of thought, Thorax’s teachings often created changelings with a greater understanding they’re a part of the bigger community. That they themselves are one part in the much greater good, and will often mold themselves to fit into whatever collective they wish to become a part of to better contribute to its success.

Members of Idolism are taught the individual is the one that can bring about the change.

By constantly working, and improving themselves, they seek to become the pillars of their community by becoming the very idea, or Idol, meant to inspire others into mimicking their example. This surprisingly is a leftover teaching of Princess Sparkle where all members of the group need to strive to become a better version of themselves each and everyday in order to support the others when needed. To equally spread the burden so to speak.

Thorax was one drone of many before he met(then young) Queen Cersus, and later Steward Spike that encouraged the changeling to seek a better life for his kind. Idol being Thorax’s antithesis spent years developing himself from an excavator drone, into the famed Colonel of the Crystal Empire. Both changelings have their own friends and families, and have created a noticeable change into their species’ way of life, but both took different paths to reach this peak.

So why does Skittle Pop have problems speaking to her classmates outside her initial friend group when compared to the social butterfly Night Shift? It's because of their beliefs.

Mrs. Cheerilee to her credit understood there was a crucial understanding to how changelings properly identified themselves, but she failed to comprehend how this translated to group projects like this one. Thankfully, she did notice the colorful nymph shaking, and being the wondrous teacher she was, left her desk and casually moved toward the terrified nymph.

The class was watching them with great interest in case it not only involved them, but then could talk about it during recess. Yet, what the conversation was about would continue being a secret as Mrs. Cheerilee leaned close to whisper into the terrified nymph’s ears- low enough to not be overheard. The effect was quick, for the shaking ceased as the nymph’s posture became ridged with a new confidence Skittle Pop only had with her initial friend group, and the young foals, pups, chicks, nymphs, and other young found the nymphs nodding the more intriguing.

“What do you say, Skittle Pop?” Cheerilee asked as she withdrew just enough to meet the shy nymph’s gaze.

The colorful nymph momentarily tried hiding behind her red and blue forehooves to hide long enough to contemplate the suggestion, but she nodded all the same. Cheerilee smiled.

“Night Shift, dear? You would want to accompany Skittle Pop to the front of the class, so the both of you can present your project?”

“Do I have to?” The onyx chitin nymph asked without looking up from her paper, her pencil moving feverishly in the tell tale signs of a student desperately trying to finish her assignment.

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to, but I thought it would be an interesting way to show off the differences between the two changeling hives.” Which was partially true, and would provide a wonderful educational bonus, but was primarily for the benefit of the shy nymph. Her hope being the shy nymph would find the encouragement to present her paper when standing next to a fellow changeling, or so she hoped.

Cheerilee didn’t have to say or do anything, because while feeling guilty about this deceptiveness, she knew Night Shift’s hive still felt, and fed off emotions…

“Alright, fine.” The very social nymph said forcefully, yet nothing was done to correct this behavior in the interest of saving time, and guilt of the manipulation.

Frustrated at the circumstance, Night Shift groaned as she grabbed her assignment before heading to the front of the class while her fellow (if sparkling) nymph timidly looked to her darker looking hive cousin. Skittle Pop then looked to her group mates for a moment before looking around the class to find her other scattered friends; each one were giving the shy nymph their best looks of encouragement they could without shouting her name, and with less reluctance, Skittle Pop shuffled her way up front next to Night Shift.

“Wonderful! Class lets give our two nymphs a quick round of applause before they start.” Cheerileeinstructed, the class followed her lead with some reluctance before the mare gestured to the unchanged nymph to proceed with her report.

“I chose Ortzi as my case study.”

Night then pointed to the puma gryphon cub sitting at her group’s table. The young drake, unsure what to do with the attention being directed towards him, waved back to his class as he’d been taught to do. His actions earned him the laughter of his peers who’d never seen any creature more awkward, but Cheerileewas quick to hamper their laughter.

“Ortzi Goldbeak is almost 6 years old. He is from the Gryphon Mountains. He moved here last year with his parents. They are a pegasus and a gryphon that work for the Princess. Ortzi likes collecting rocks because they are different shapes and colors. He wants to become a guard like the famous Gallus is for Queen SilverStream.”

“Doesn’t he have to marry the queen? It's like a law or something.” One of the students shouted out, but before the little gryphon could answer, Night Shift nodded vigorously.

“THANK YOU! I’VE BEEN TRYING TO TELL HIM AUNT SHINING AND CADY DID THAT TOO!”

“THAT’S BECAUSE YOU PONIES ARE WEIRD!” Grog, the other gryphon cub shouted earning mixed reactions from the rest of the class. Dusty Belle, the lone diamond dog pup actively howled (to the best of his ability) in full support of his gryphon pal.

The primal howl did its duty, and class devolved into the old ways from before the formations of the earliest nations. Cherrilee’s face fell having never seen this happen before in her many years of teaching, with the Cutie Mark Crusaders era being the closest to anything like this.

“CLASS! CHILDREN, PLEASE STOP!” The older mare desperately yelled in an attempt to regain control of her rambunctious class, but her law and order meant little now as the rules of the playground took hold. Only the top foal, cub, pup, nymph, and whatever small creature that was strong enough to come out on top could end the classroom squabble.

Night Shift turned to the shocked nymph standing to her right, and shrugged.

“Ponies are really weird, but I’m thankful my family isn’t like that. The only weird thing would be when Queen Mother Cersus transforms into that pony from those old adventuring books.”

“What books?” Skittle Pop squeaked out, and thanks to Night Shift’s thestral heritage was able to hear her soft spoken classmate amidst the chaos of their rebelling classmates.

“Daring Do. They were a favorite of hers growing up, and what made her want to explore spooky sewers, and caves! Unfortunately, she always had trouble transforming ever since her nymph days, and everytime she tries to mimic Daring Do, she ends up looking like a stallion.”

“Like a different looking stallion?”

“Nope. She looks like Daring Do, but as a stallion. Mother Nighthawk is supportive of her, and likes to comfort her with plenty of kisses. I asked Nana Topaz if there was something we could do to help her, but she told me I needed to mind myself, and wait another decade. Papa Idol wasn’t any better, and made me swear an oath of secrecy to never mention it to Shining or Cady.”

Skittle Pop tilted her head enough to dodge a rogue parchment glider as it soared passed her mane as the owner of the flying contraption ducked under their assigned table to avoid their prowling teacher.

“That is some story. I’m sure your family just doesn't understand what it's like being a changeling unable to properly transform. Have you tried talking to them?”

“Well duh! They told me to not worry about it for another decade. If I didn’t sense their love all the time, I would wonder if it was all an act.” Night Shift slouched her shoulders as the energy to keep them up left her. Skittle Pop, in modern Thoraxian fashion, wasted no time moving closer to hug a nymph in need.

“It’s ok, Night Shift. Remember what King Thorax tells us when we’re feeling down…”

“Turn that frown upside down, and eat a cookie?”

“No. The other one.”

“When in doubt, hide?” Skittle Pop ended her hug so she could look the strangely dull nymph in the eyes to see if she was the end of some joke. She wasn’t.

“Wow, you’re really bad at this. No. King Thorax says ‘When you are feeling down, remember your friends, and the good times will come back’.”

Night Shift found her muzzle wrinkling as one did when they ate a particularly bad bug, but quickly found herself starting to giggle.

“Yea, that does sound like Uncle Thorax. He’s always saying weird things that make no sense.”

“Uncle?” Is that an Idolism tradition?”

“Nope. I mean Uncle Thorax. Mother Cersus and Uncle Thorax know each for a real long time, back when she was starting her first hive back in the Crystal Empire. It’s hard to see Uncle Thorax as anything but his goofy self. He’s just Uncle Thorax that comes to my hatching day parties to give me presents…”

Cheerilee Fought a long and uphill battle with her students, but her determination and towering size eventually won her the admiration of students once to regain control of the class-the students bought her threat of contacting their parents. It was in the final twilight of their revolt when Night Shift stuck her hoof out to Skittle Pop, who began scrutinizing the outstretched hoof.

“Papa Idol says you do this to properly introduce yourself. I’m Night Shift.”

“I am, ah...Skittle Pop.” The slightly less timid nymph extended her hoof so they could touch on the sole, and matching the other nymph’s movement, raised it up, and down.

“Nice to meet ya Skittle. Want to come over to my house some time? Mommy Nighthawk works nights, but that doesn’t mean she wouldn’t like to meet you. Plus she makes a delicious bug & cheese casserole.”

“What kind of bugs?” Skittle asked, finally registering what the other nymph had been saying this whole time wasn’t some word usage, but genuinely meant bugs.

“Crickets mostly, but sometimes we get some big beetles or worms…” Night Shift’s explanation was dying out as her mouth began to water at the thought.

“Worms? Wouldn’t they be slimy to eat?” The now hungry nymph shook her head left to right.

“Not if you fry them real good!”

Chapter 4: How not to be a social butterfly by disobeying the law, but instead discovering the fundamentals of friendship.

Night Shift’s presentation may have ended abruptly due to the sudden tribalistic revolt, but the two nymphs had taken the first steps to becoming friends. Plus, Cheerilee ended up dismissing both nymphs back to their seats meaning Skittle Pop was spared having to present in front of the class, which counted as a win! Happy as a bug under a warm blanket, the two nymphs made their way back to their respective seats, already forgetting the unintentional chaos caused by a single statement.

Cheerilee couldn’t let out an exasperated breath fast enough when the two nymphs were seated, and mumbling something to herself as she pointed at the table in front of her, and then the table behind Skittle Pop’s group.

“Group 2, and Group 4. Which one would you like to present first for your table?” She asked, trying not to sound too irritable after having her perfect record finally broken during one of her favorite lessons. When no creature jumped at the opportunity to present, she chose for them. “Lily Pad, and Slice Bread, you’re up.”

The two foals did what every child not wanting to be called would do, and that was looking to their group for help before looking at their teacher, who nodded they hadn’t misheard her. When none of the class came to their aid, but instead watched them expectantly did the two foals give in, and grab their paper. Cheerilee was beaming as they made their way to the front of the class without any additional complaints, and if their presentation went off well enough hoped it would encourage the rest of her students to follow their example.

The blue coated unicorn filly trotted up with her head tilted down to use her ginger red mane as a shield to hide behind, while her partner for this presentation followed in her wake. His white mane was too short to hide behind, yet his unassuming brown coat wouldn’t draw the eyes of their classmates. The two foals came to a stop just in front of their teacher with their papers floating just behind them-Cheerilee nodded her approval and motioned for them to spin around.

“Class! Let us try this again, and give these two a nice round of applause for our next presenters: Lily Pad, and Slice Bread!”

The class of misfits struggled at first to find the energy to clap at first, but that changed with another stern look.

“Wonderful! Now, which of our two speakers would like to go first?” Cheerilee asked with a returning cheerfulness as the class revolt was swiftly forgotten. Her smiling muzzle shifted between the two unsure foals as they looked at each other trying to figure out who would go first- the young colt eventually stepped forward.

“Hello. I’m Slice Bread.” He timidly blurted out as the eyes of the class fell upon him, and he silently thanked Twilight they weren’t making fun of him. “For my report, I chose Silver Standard.”

He adjusted his posture as he’d practiced the night before with Pound Cake’s help, made one pass of the room with his eyes before turning to the piece of paper in his hooves.

“Silver Standard is an earth filly with an earth mother, and unicorn father. Silver is 5 years old and likes spending time with her dad who works for a large guild. He sells all sorts of neat things, and lets Silver take pictures of them for their magazine. Silver’s mother helps with the pictures by making copies to put into her own book. Silver has three bestest friends, and they all go to the same school.”

Slice Bread concluded his surprisingly well constructed ‘report’ about Silver Standard, and eventually had his ears hit with Cheerilee’s ecstatic clapping which prompted the rest of the class to follow suit. Feeling two parts relieved the presentation was over, and one part anxious to return to his seat, the colt had to fight the urge to bolt back to his table.

He did, and remained next to the red maned filly he’d seen several times in Sugarcube Corner-always studying. It was only by offering her his free cupcake he learned her name, if only under the pretense to ‘open a tab’ with the bakery. Since that day, Slice had done his best to befriend the filly even if it’s taken several months to have a conversation longer then yes, and no.

Yet, the normally shy unicorn studying away at the corner table wasn’t here today. The Lily Pad standing next to him looked as confident as Night Shift had been only minutes before, and using only a little of her magic adjusted her glasses frame to be perfectly centered on her muzzle. The changes were immediately distinct as the somewhat shy filly that would be too worried about making a mess of crumbs at her table stood there looking proud, and that left the colt wondering if he had mistaken the Lily Pad next to him for another filly.

“I’m ready to present my findings, teacher! “ Lily Pad nearly shouted as her eagerness to do well in school, and show off her findings to the widest spectrum of creatures she could.

“Very well. Class! Let us give Lily Pad a quick round of applause to show our support.” With the approving nod from Cheerilee, the class once more followed her instructions, and once the last bit of clapping died off did the filly start.

“Hello classmates! I am Lily Pad, and for my assignment I chose Latherwing.”

“IT LEATHERWING! I AM NOT A BAR OF SOAP, BUT THE NIGHT ITSELF!” The class turned toward her group to see the lone batpony colt in the class sitting with his forelegs crossed. Thankfully, this was the only distraction as the children already learned who was in charge of their classroom, and turned back around to see what their teacher would say and do.

“Next time, please raise your hoof. But Leatherwing is correct, because lathering is what you do when washing your hooves, or claws with soap and water.” Cheerilee pointed out the difference and reason for the outburst before motioning for the filly to continue.

“LEATHERWING is a thestral from the Spooky Hollows region of Equestria, where his parents ,a pegasus and an earth pony originally met. Leatherwing is 5 years of age despite his older appearance…” To the children closest to the batpony, they would have heard a harsh ‘huff’. “...and is really a gentlecolt.”

That got the class muttering as the bat colt sunk further into his desk trying to hide behind his wings. To see the young colt in public, many would be taken back by his very outspokenappearance of bridle chains, and dark colors of makeup, which might have been used to help reduce the glare of the sun. His appearance didn’t particularly scream socialite.

Lily Pad continued with her presentation without any further interruptions which led to the incredible revelation that the brooding colt really enjoyed playing in the sunlight. Little oddities like this became the norm throughout the rest of the presentations, and as Cheerilee hoped it appeared her student’s perception of their fellow classmates had changed. Even after permitting them to set their desks back to the way it’d been before, she found several of the students had switched seats to be closer to their previous group members.

She smiled as motioned for her class to look towards the front towards the projector.

“We started off the project a little rough, but overall I would declare it a success. The purpose of this entire exercise wasn’t for a grade, but to help encourage you to approach your classmates. To talk to them, and learn that they aren’t another body in a seat, but a child just like you with their own friends, and feelings. Minus a few points from the book, its entire purpose was to help new changelings learn some social edict, and manners to better adapt to pony society. Subsequent versions and releases have been altered to better reflect our current societal changes, yet the core concepts remain the same: “Don’t judge others by their exterior forms, and genuine connections make the strongest binding.”

“Now, turn your attention to the projector and I’ll give you a brief idea of the next book before dismissing class for the day.”

Cheerilee waved her hoof over the crystal projector and the lights automatically dimmed in preparation for its use. The screen lit up to display a picture of a newer copy of the “How to Pony” series which could be determined by the professional cover art and newly added volume number of 14. The cover’s style seemed more reminiscence of the traditional art of in the very late stages of Celesita’s reign, but with the added colorful flare that had gained popularity during Princess Twilight’s first decade; unlike the first several books that prominently featured ponies of all tribes, the later ones like this one gradually incorporated a wider range of creatures.

“ ‘How to Pony: Learning to accept Yourself- Flaws and All’ will be the next book of our brief journey into this famed series. A newer book in every sense. The cover art being the first in the series to feature a Kiren, Seapony, Diamond Dog, and to be considered the start of the growing style becoming synonymous with the ideal that encompasses Princess Twilight’s very reign. We’ll talk more about this book in depth tomorrow where we’ll end class with an assignment, but not tonight.”

It took a moment for their teachers' ramblings to come to an end before the understanding of ‘no homework’ finally settled into their minds.

“REALLY!?”
“YES!!!”
“Thank YOU!”

There were other forms of expressing their happiness like a griffon screech or a young pup’s attempt at howling this time wasn’t forced to stop as Cheerilee said nothing but let them express their happiness for a moment longer. After a couple more minutes of listening to them did she finally make an effort to quell the noise for one final announcement before dismissing them early.

“While you don’t have a written assignment tonight, I do want to encourage each and everyone of you to remember what was said today, and apply it to your life outside of this classroom. I’m not suggesting you make friends with every creature in the world, but just understand to not judge a book by its cover. Class dismissed.”

Author's Note

OCs in this chapter are as marked.

Chapter 3:
Ortzi Goldbeak- anunenka

Chapter 4:
Slice Bread, Leatherwing- AbelDuSable (COTG Discord)
Lily Pad - OhShitAnElite (COTG Disdord)

Chapter 5: Was it Fight Club or Flight Club?

Author's Note

With a nice break behind me, I'm going to resume writing chapters for this shorter story. I'm not sure how, or when it'll conclude, but I do plan at least another five chapters minimum before making any permanent decisions.

I have a few ideas for book titles, but if anybody else has suggestions, and what the book is about, I'm more then open to them. I'll even credit you in the chapter if its used.

Peace!

Chapter 5: Was it Fight Club or Flight Club?

The weekend came and went for the foals, cubs, pups, nymphs, and all the other students of Ponyville, but even faster for those under the mentorship of the venerable Cheerilee.

As each student took their respective seats it became apparent something about this Monday was different, yet no amount of looking around, or asking their neighbors could come up with an answer. While this mysterious change preoccupied the attention of most students, a very small group had rejected this hunt in favor of listening to the lone Diamond Dog pup in the class recount a chilling encounter from the weekend…

“There’s no way that happened! My dad kicks clouds and saw nothing!” The golden eagle, puma griffon cub challenged his friend, confident that if his father had seen anything he would have heard of it by now. The pampered pup wasn’t amused.

“Is to, Ortiz! I saw it with my eyes and ears! That thing was shining so brightly it hurt my eyes, and then it made this loud sound…”

“Dusty, you're my best friend, but I don’t believe you saw an alien.” The pup was taken back by this admittance, ears standing up in shock before hitting the table with his paws.

“You're my friend Grog, and are supposed to believe me!”

Dusty Belle was now pleading with the two griffon cubs that rightly so, believed his strange story too absurd at best for their boring town of Ponyville. Growing up with his (very busy) mother had instilled certain mannerisms in him, but during charged moments he often reverted to the more instinctual habits of his species: crossing his arms while lowering his tail, or giving off slight yips were the more common gestures, but teeth baring was another level.

For Grog to see his best friend act like this wasn’t too much of a surprise, even expected.

Yet, for others of their class such as Ortiz, this would be one of the first times he would see his peer act like a true Diamond Dog from the older stories, and not as a pony. For each cub, the view meant different things, yet it added another layer to the pup’s strange tale, and it would be Ortiz Goldbeak to take the proverbial bite first.

“So, what did it look like? Was it made out of rocks like that one creature in the comics?”

“NO! The Clobbering Stallion would never leave comic books when he’s making more bits than my mother.” Dusty defended his favorite character, if too earnestly.

The two griffon cubs shared a look that wasn’t missed by Dusty, but said nothing as he waited for them to make some remark or criticism- he never got that remark. Instead, the diamond pup almost began wagging his tail when the two cubs tried leaning in closer to keep their conversation from being broadcasted any further than the three of them. Accepting their willingness to hear of this incredible encounter( fact or fiction pending) , Dusty began recounting from the beginning his extraterrestrial encounter that actually happened, and wasn’t a dream inspired by those scary comics his Uncle Spike lets him read.

While the two drakes and pup withdrew their focus, the rest of the class had forgotten their earlier fascination with the classroom, and equally fell into a similar group dynamic with three large groups.

The group closest to the three boys had become particularly interested with the conversation to the point the bookish filly Lily Pad in the group felt prudent to address their misguided belief, and spoke up against it. Taken back by this sudden intrusion,the soft spoken filly receives their full attention and accompanying ire of being called a bent feather even if it makes no sense. But the three colts saying it meant it was a bad thing else why would they call her one? The disagreement would have ended right there if not for the intervention of the rest of her group.

“At least she can read you mole rat!”

The class fell silent as they turned to see Night Shift smirking while leaning back in her chair, her rear hooves crossed on top of the desk. Her little fangs peaking just under lips only served to anger the Diamond Dog more than the comment from his on and off rival.

Dusty could only guess why the sight made his fur bristle the way it did, and worse was the changeling knew how upset it made him, and still did it anyway. In another rare public display, the pup bared his own little fangs causing the two griffions to jump back from the unusual aggression, but recovered enough to put themselves between the nymph and pup.

Night Shift further escalating this matched his lead and transformed into a similar looking Diamond Dog, and leaped off from her chair.

“YOU AND ME! AFTER SCHOOL!” Night Shfit challenged the riled up pup, her bat pony heritage egging on the old changeling blood in veins.

“FINE BY ME BUG!”

As suddenly as the tension escalated, it vanished once the two broke eye contact in favor of returning to their seats with the sparkling flame washing over Night Shift, and revealing her changeling self yet again. Dusty took to his seat with his whipping tail the only sign of his earlier aggression ever an issue. His best friends and the two colts protecting the bookish Lily Pad were left standing in the center of the gathered class wondering what had happened when the door began rattling. The entire student body turned to greet this strange phenomenon when the door was opened and stepped through the door was their missing teacher.

“Sorry children about my tardiness! I was stuck in traffic.” Mrs Cheerilee declared as she hurried into the room with her laden saddlebags. The students muttered a quieter ‘hello teacher’, and said little else as they realized her disappearance was what made today so unusual.

The older mare didn’t acknowledge their greeting as she quickly placed the heavy bags on the floor by her desk, and sighed with relief to be rid of the extra weight. Kicking the buckle up allowed her hoof to plunder its contents, and with little effort was withdrawn to reveal its prize- another book.

The more predatory students caught the signs marking this book as another original of their teacher, the partly ripped and faded dust jacket being the obvious tell tells followed by her careful handling of its placement on her desk. The rest of the class only saw a book being placed on the desk with her other hoof taking out a strange wooden box with a tight fitting lid to enclose whatever was inside being set next to the lone book.

“Today's class will be a quick, but important lecture over the 8th book in the ‘How to Pony’ series, ‘Learning to accept yourself- flaws and all’.

By reaction alone the class started to groan their disapproval, but with a quick accusing glance from Cheerilee stopped the outburst entirely leaving the mare satisfied enough to begin her lecture. Clapping her forehooves together, the automatic lighting dimmed enough that only the natural morning sunlight was the sole option for illumination making note passing extremely difficult to read when their hoof, claw, or horn writing was pitiful at best.

The exception being Dusty since his mother, the famed Element of Generosity, forced the young pup to practice his penmanship enough that it rivaled Mrs. Cheerilee’s own.

For the rest of the student body, they either had to wait until recess or try to catch one of the few rays of light with any hope in deciphering the terrible writing, leaving many with nothing better than to turn their attention to the projector. By many, it was every foal save the changeling, and diamond dog who continued to take disparaging glares whenever the opportunity presented itself, which was often since their teacher was more focused on the crystal projector.

“...was written later into his semi-professional career, which means post Canterlot. In a later interview he stated the book was written more for his daughter then a targeted audience during the first draft. The second and third drafts changed it into the current rendition we have today, though the first print like the one on my desk do have extra passages that were later removed to help give it a wider range of appeal. Like all books in the series, there is a wondrous amount of good vibes to be had, and I highly encourage all of you to give them a read on your own time. We have permission to access the School of Friendship’s Library if needed because of Princess Twilight’s ‘No foal left behind’ decree.”

Cheerilee waved her hoof, and the image on the board changed. The board now showed a (older) colorful illustration of a changeling nymph looking themselves over in the mirror as the old way of a transformation turned half of them into a pony. For the non-changelings, this depiction of a changeling usually comes off as wrong since the integration of the main hive, and comes off more of a ling trying, but failing to come off as cool. To the two nymphs in class, it's a reminder that the Big Bad Queen wasn’t a foal’s tale, but an actual monster most parents experienced.

Night Shift only knew of the stories from her grand sire, and even those presented the Old Queen positively for the most part.

“We had a home, order, and a job. That was all a ling needed back then.”

“But King Thorax says…”

“We don’t talk about him.”

It was how most conversations usually went before Nana Topaz, or Grand Nana VIVI would step in and correct him… sometimes. For Skittle Pop though? Her parents were young nymphs during her reign, likely the last clutch of the old hive, and though young, remember somethings, but mostly recounted the stories of their forebears.

Mrs. Cheerilee didn’t notice any of this as she waved her hoof to summon another illustration upon the board, this time of the same nymph surrounded by various foals, and other children admiring her wings and the holes in her legs.

“Each of our characteristics, and flaws are what make us unique. No two creatures are the same, and what one might see as a flaw, or advantage, another could see it as the opposite. I’ll use myself as an example. For most of my life, including the early years of my teaching profession, I’d considered being an earth pony a hindrance. All my of foalhood friends were unicorns, and being the only earth pony of the group meant I was left out often when it came to certain activities or conversations. Even being an earth pony didn’t mean I was blessed with the strength we’re often depicted with- I felt worthless.”

The mood was different. No student felt like talking as they heard (or felt) their teacher trying to hold back any sorrow before leaving them unsure what to say, or do, if at all. The two changelings especially were uncomfortable with this intimate display of emotions since King Thorax declared passive reading of another creature’s emotions invasive. Well except Night Shift’s Grand sire who sees it as his parental right, but that's an argument for another day.

Mrs Cheerilee regained some of her previous composure to continue with her story, recollecting how she was a yearling pressing her first year of adulthood when she saw the book in a store window. Fate is what she called it. Surprised by the discovery of this sole book sent their teacher down a path of collecting the rest in the series until the idea to become a teacher was suggested during a foal reading event at the Canterlot Library.

Now here she was before them about to force a group project upon their weary hearts just before class will end. Whenever Cheerilee turned her attention away from the class, those nearest the two feuding children would begin trying to hype up their sanctioned match, earning some less than enthusiastic responses.

“... which is why I want all of you to grab a sheet of parchment and pencils, and write at least three things you like about the foal sitting to your left and to your right…”

‘There it is.’ Came a collected chorus of mental anguish as the entire class nodded their understanding of the assignment.

Waiting until they were some distance away from the school, and off the main road in one of the alleyways, the two were surrounded by their peers itching to watch this fight…

“You ready to settle this fleabag?” Taunted the larger of the two changeling nymphs in their class, her purple head fin fanning out in conjunction to her mood as ready and willing to scrap. In today’s Equestria, and changeling dynamics, Night Shift was one of three left that could be mistaken for changelings of old. A boon for the nymph’s appearance.

Still, this did little to stop pup being pressured into this fight.

“Whenever you stop talking rollie pollie!” Growled the diamond dog pup, flicking his nose with a thumb like his griffon buddy showed him. The fillies around him giggling only fanning his ego while the colts with him cheered.

This exchange went on for another three minutes, with the students who already chose a side adding to the round of name calling and taunting. With the situation winding down, and the fight looking unavailable at this point, the nymph and pup were sizing each other up one last time for good measure when one of the neutral onlookers having enough of the waiting finally vented his frustration.

“Just start already! I have to be home in about 11 minutes, else I have to explain myself, and I’m not very good at that!”

The comment was an honest one, and likely a reflection of most children’s early lives when dealing with parents and their imposed curfews. To the rest of the spectators and actual fighters, it was enough to give them some pause and consider the actual repercussions of their fight for the first time today. Yet, the main drive for this thought was simply because no creature didn’t want to be the only one not to see it.

“Should we postpone it then? I’ve never fought before, and I don’t know how long this could take.” Dusty asked the nymph before him. Her own concerns became evident as her head fin slowly began falling back along her neck.

“I’ve fought before… It could take quite a while.” Night Shift fibbed. Her first fight had involved little fighting, and more running away from some crazy Crystal Ram in the Crystal Empire. Still her words were taken for face value by her peers who quickly began inputting why a certain time, or day didn’t work for them until Friday was suggested.

“We can’t. It's the Cutiemark Crusaders meeting.”

“Oh Twilight, I forgot about that.” A foal said aloud, and was quickly supported with mutterings of ‘Can’t miss that’ or “Oh yea!”.

Availability of time in their busy little week was what ultimately killed the fight. The class agreed to call it off in favor of declaring it a draw between the two fighters, but an innocent Dusty mistook the declaration as a shift to another activity, and offered his peers the use of his colored pencils and crayons should his mother be alright with company which was met with some acceptance, Night Shift included.

The rest of the children said their goodbyes quickly enough to not linger around this back alley, leaving the few left alone.

“What were we fighting about anyways?” Night Shift suddenly asked the small herd as they followed the alleyway behind the row of older houses. The five with her said nothing as they tried recalling what had started the fight.

“I think Night Shift said something mean, and Dusty didn’t like it.” Grog backed his friend only to have it challenged by prim and proper Silver Standard.

“I believe it was the other way around. Dusty said something about Lily Pad and Night Shift stepped in to stop it.”

“Lily Pad? Na that doesn’t sound right. That filly’s muzzle is so far into those books, I’m surprised she isn’t wearing ink as makeup.” Completely missing the irony of her comment, but earned their unanimous agreement anyway. Whoever started the fight might have gotten away with it, but it was them that finished it on good terms.

Grog came to class the next day to brag how his parents had put his drawing up on the fridge.

Chapter 6: How to Pony: Sun up to Sun Down. How to navigate a Pony dominated society and not look like a youngling.

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Chapter 0: An introduction to one of the most popular foal's book series "How to Pony."

“Alright class, today we’ll be transitioning into a section that has proven very popular in all my years of teaching- ‘How to Pony’ By Idol Hooves.”

The moment Cheerilee announced their newest topic for the month, the class erupted in cheers, and cries of disbelief since many of them had grown up on the famed book series. Especially the mix of non-ponies who have immigrated to the small, but growing city of Ponyville over the past decade that would eventually grow up to attend the famed “School of Friendship’ as the books highlighted many pony characteristics one had to spend years watching for.

These books were even popular among the colts and fillies as well for their simple to read nature left little room for confusion were aided by the colorful and often foalish stick drawings- it felt like a foal had written the books for another foal, and this appeal drew them in.

Cheerilee allowed them to vent their happiness for a minute longer since she learned it made them easier to handle for the rest of the scheduled class time. Over her long and distinguished career in teaching, Cheerilee had the wondrous privilege having seen her little school house grow to encompass an area the size of the old Ponyville mayor’s office with three floors, and being the most senior teacher naturally took the Superintendent Position; this meant a great many things for the graying teacher ranging from updating courses, hiring former students, transition from one princess to three, to four, and back to one princess again.

“Please settle down, children. I’m aware many of you are familiar with this wondrous book series, and a few might be familiar with his grandfoal.” She smiled when a few of her students turned in their seats to excitedly whisper to the embarrassed blue and purple nymph.

“His story is equally as fascinating, and goes on to serve as the catalyst for what would become his most popular(and only) book series. For a quick introduction, Idol Hooves is a changeling, but not the ones we know of today- he’s a precursor. The last precursor, who is known to speak of King Thorax with not so nice words, not malicious in nature mind you children…” Cheerilee pointed an accusing hoof at a group of three in the back. “...His words, and actions are often seen as a big brother teasing his little brother.”

A hoof that Cheerliee recognized went up once she had finished, and waited until she pointed to the filly.

“Yes, Silver Standard?”

“I hward scwad of twins?” The foal in the face of her proper upbringing still struggled with her pronunciations. She was slowly learning, and with her help Silver Standard would eventually overcome her speech problem.

“Trains, dear. Twins are what you’ll call the earth foals in Mr. Snips class, but to answer your question, yes. Mr. Hooves was and still is deathly afraid of trains. It's the reason why to this day he solely travels by air or special carriage unless it is the utmost urgency. Mr. Hooves’s early years in Equestria, and career in the guard can be heavily seen in the early volumes of his books, but gradually shift into their more recognized adaptations we see today.”

Another colorful hoof shot up, and was promptly called on.

“Yes, Night Shift?”

“Mom says granddad is being a foal, and that grandma encourages it.”

This earned a chorus of snickers and laughter from the other children, and even a small chuckle from Cheerilee herself before taking charge once more and motioning them to settle down. The class did so, and resumed with a more relaxed feeling as teacher and students continued having fun discussing the famed guard and author and which is their favorite book.

Class for the day was scheduled short to allow parents to pick up their foals in time for the broadcasting of Summer Solstice located in the Crystal Empire; every creature would be either attending or watching as the young Princess Flurry Heart would raising the moon while her Aunt raised the Sun for the first time together. Cheerilee stopped their discussion earlier to summarize their next class the following week.

“Next week will mark the official start of our session exploring not only the literary works of Mr. Hooves, but their social benefits to the development of a growing child… I mean how it helps you be a nice creature!” She clarified when the blank looks began appearing among their muzzles or beaks.

“Please remember to bring a pencil to take notes as they can be used on any surprise quizzes or tests. Take care and enjoy the Summer Solstice!”

The young creatures screamed in excitement at the idea of leaving class early, and in their haste many forgot their supplies on the desk as they dashed out of the room toward their waiting parents or to meet up at the park. Cheerilee was thankful as the Superintendent she could lay claim to any room within the school, and so was afforded the luxury of organizing her classroom much the same way she used to during her first years of teaching.

The supplies were gathered, and placed into their owners bins where they’ll wait until the following week ready to be used once more.

Cheerilee loved her job very much, but it was always around this time of year that her favorite lesson of all could start, and like all the times before she would lead the lesson off with her most favorite book from the series. The one she credited to saving her life and steering it to where she was today, and was kept safely locked up back at her home.

Just out of the reach of her grabby foal, and klutz of a handsome husband.

Humming to herself, Cheerilee made one quick lap around the classroom picking up what few pieces of trash were left behind, throwing them away, and then hurriedly ran to her desk to gather her own belongings. Her intent was to leave to watch the Summer Solstice with her family, but years of teaching kept her movements slow and deliberate to allow the graying mare time to process the next day’s curriculum.

By the time her hoof went for the last of her belongings, but kept grabbing air, Cheerilee jolted herself back to reality, zip up her bag, and turned off the lights.

Author's Note

Hello people!

This story will be a side story of short chapters to express an idea the COTG Discord has about Idol. I've waited long enough for someone to take up the task of writing the story, but it seems I must be the one to do so. The idea behind this is, Idol wrote these books to pass out to Exiles to help them better adapt and integrate into society.

Eventually, his books made it to mark, made a bunch of bits that he never wanted, but became beloved by children and adults around the planet as the books were seen as self help books meant to teach. The rest is history.

RIP Idol's bank account.