Author's Note

Despite coming after the conclusion in chapter order, this chronologically takes place before the conclusion.

Bonus: Sexual Education 1: Night Classes

"Good evening, class," nodded Twilight as she walked into the room.

"Good evening, Princess Sparkle," called her class back.

"Glad to see you all made it, and I'm especially glad to see a few new faces. Today, we're going to talk about stamina."

As Twilight started scrawling information on the blackboard while reciting a lesson from the book, she thought back to what Celestia had said to her just a few days prior. While they had to wait for General Zachar to return, Twilight had been begging for any ideas as to how to make the situation better. Not being able to help fix the problem, however, Twilight had come up with a solution that was a little bit odd.

She could not change the stipulations on the coupon. She could not change the way the zebras used them. She could not change the standard price of brothels being used. But if there were two things that Twilight Sparkle did better than anypony else, it was organise class schedules and lead lectures. She could change her citizens into better-educated versions of themselves. She could teach them how to avoid being coerced by the coupons, she could teach them how to please their zebras, and she could teach them how to recover from the situation.

"So, partners, especially mares, are almost always happiest when you last longer than usual. This is something that can, and should, be practised, within the privacy of your own bedroom. After all, feeling kind of good for an hour and then suddenly really good is a better night than thirty seconds of overzealous friction burns capped off with the disappointment of "now your night is over."" She wrote a six-letter word on the board and underlined it twice. "Who here can tell me what edging is?"

A few hooves and claws went up.

"Spike?"

The dragon stood up. "It's that stuff that goes around the bottom of your walls. It's also called kickboard or moulding."

"No. I mean, yes, but that's not the kind of edging I'm talking about." She pointed to another claw. "Gallus?"

"Applejack just taught me this. It's when you turn your cable trimmer on its side and run it along the side of the sidewalk to keep the grass from covering the walking path and creating a tripping hazard."

Twilight shook her head. "Again, that's correct, but not what I'm looking for. Ocellus, last chance."

Ocellus lowered her hoof. "Isn't it when you're moving closer to something slowly and furtively?" she asked, blushing.

Twilight took a big breath. "That's closer to correct. In fact, we are edging closer to the correct answer. But we're not quite there, yet. Let me just tell you."

She turned back to the blackboard and started drawing a line graph. The x axis showed time, and the y axis showed pleasure. At a point marked "climax" on the pleasure scale, she drew a horizontal dotted line and then a solid curve in orange chalk.

"This is a very standard sexual encounter, unfortunately. As you can see by the graph, it's very clearly a race to the finish line. If you're lucky, this can last a whole five minutes long. Now, let's look at their partner, who asks for more of her lover than just some casual slapping."

She drew a shallower, purple line that came up close to the dotted line, but did not cross. Instead, it just kind of hovered for a minute, then started to drop until it hit zero.

"This line represents a mare who was unable to finish because her partner came before she did, and he wasn't willing to help finish her off, citing that her pussy was full of cum, and it was gross, and he didn't want it in his mouth, and that his mouth and dick don't need to occupy the same space, but he kisses her on the lips before being sucked off, and he refuses to kiss again until the next morning, and requires her to brush her teeth and gargle mouthwash twice an--"

Spike snapped his claws several times to draw her attention back to the lesson.

"Right. You know the type. Anyway, what can we note about the decline on this chart? Cream Heart?"

"It's slow?"

"That it is," nodded Twilight. "Well spotted. As she has pointed out, that decline is slow." She drew another dotted line, about halfway between zero and climax. "This is the blue ball line. Once you rise above this line, unless you achieve your climax, dropping below this line will end in disappointment. Yes, Silverstream?"

"I usually just use a vibrator when it starts looking like that kind of night. It really helps."

The room fell silent as everypony turned to look at Silverstream.

"What?"

Twilight took a deep breath. "Believe it or not, Silverstream is actually pretty close to the solution, here." She took a pink chalk line and drew a recovery line that showed that, despite the downward turn, it was possible to move back up over the climax line. "It is possible to let the pleasure fall just a bit, and then recover with whatever method works. Yes, Spike?"

"What if we don't have vibrators?"

Twilight was about to say something, but didn't want to out Spike for using his tongue on himself when he was experimenting. "The beauty of this technique is that you can use whatever method you would use on your own, or with a partner. All you have to do is try to balance that line."

She drew a wavy line underneath the climax line, but above the blue ball line to simulate what it might feel like to constantly be right on the edge of climax. She managed to make the line itself last three hours, at least according to the chart.

"It would be irresponsible to go on for longer than three hours. A stallion with an erection lasting longer than four hours is a medical emergency, and it's important to know one's limits. Your homework is to try to last an hour. Just try, and you can consider it a passing grade if you can last thirty minutes. Full marks if you can go for an hour and a half. And remember, this is on the honor system; I can't be sure how long you lasted, so if you fail, remember to be disappointed in yourselves, and then try again until you manage. Those of you who partnered up for the project, keep each other honest."

As the last of her class left the room, a zebra approached. "Sorry, I overslept and underate. I'm here for the class; am I too late?"

Twilight nodded. "I'm afraid so. But no worries. I can teach an extra lesson today."