Twilight's New School of Regression

by debrecen

Rating: mature
Tags: Sex, Twilight Sparkle, Profanity, Random, Applejack, Original Character, Porn, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Fetish, Rainbow Dash, Comedy, Non-consensual, Pinkie Pie
Length: 11306

When an unsuspecting pegasus is lured into an age regression trap by Twilight Sparkle, how will he manage to get out of an awful, and admittedly odd, situation?

When an unsuspecting pegasus named Neo is lured into an age regression trap by Twilight Sparkle, how will he manage to get out of an awful, and admittedly odd, situation?

Done on request for marterik231

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WARNING: This story contains elements of foalcon, age regression, magic, rape/foalrape, and other mature topics. Please be advised if you do not like or wish to read any of these things.

Please do not read this story if you are averse to the topics listed above under "Warning".

All of the characters in this story are ponies and are well above 18 years old in human years; likewise, the topics and content in this story should never be repeated in real life.

Published 2024-08-24 14:50:00 UTC
Last updated 2024-08-24 14:50:00 UTC

Neo & Twilight

Neo trotted down the bustling streets of Ponyville, his orange coat gleaming in the late afternoon sun. His purple mane, usually a bit unruly, caught the wind just right, giving him a somewhat dramatic appearance as he strutted through town. “Not a bad day to be a pegasus,” he muttered to himself, pausing to admire his reflection in a shop window. “Lookin’ good, Neo.”

Just as he was about to continue his casual stroll, a familiar voice rang out from behind him. “Neo! Just the pony I was looking for!”

Neo flinched, recognizing the overly enthusiastic tone that could only belong to one pony. He turned slowly, bracing himself. “Twilight Sparkle,” he greeted, trying his best to sound casual, though a slight twitch in his eye betrayed his true feelings.

Twilight trotted up to him, her wings fluttering slightly as she skidded to a halt. “Neo, I’ve got something amazing to show you! You’re going to love it!” Her eyes were practically sparkling with excitement, which only made Neo’s sense of impending doom grow stronger.

“Oh, uh… amazing, huh?” Neo said, forcing a grin. “That’s… great. Really great. I’m just out here enjoying my day off, you know? No school, no schedules, no—”

“Exactly!” Twilight interrupted, her excitement undeterred by Neo’s attempt to weasel out of whatever she was about to suggest. “And what better way to spend your free time than by checking on an academic development that’s going to change the future of Equestria? I mean, you don’t want to miss out on history in the making, do you?”

Neo chuckled nervously, trying to think of a polite way to say “yes, yes I do want to miss out.” But Twilight was not one to be easily dissuaded. “Uh, well, I don’t know, Twilight… you see, I’ve been out of school for a long time now and I’m kinda enjoying the whole ‘no homework’ thing, you know?”

Twilight tilted her head, giving him a look that was a mix of confusion and disbelief. “But this isn’t about homework, Neo! This is about the next generation of magic users! I just opened a new school to teach young ponies everything they need to know about magic, friendship, and how to save Equestria from the occasional magical mishap. You can’t possibly say no to that!”

Neo’s brain was already scrambling for excuses. “Well, uh, I’m not exactly a magic expert, Twilight. You know, wings and all,” he said, giving his feathers a quick flap for emphasis. “I’m more into, you know, the wind in my mane, flying high in the sky, not so much the whole ‘abracadabra’ thing.”

Twilight wasn’t having it. She narrowed her eyes slightly, as if Neo’s resistance only fueled her determination. “Oh, come on, Neo! It’ll be fun! You might even learn a thing or two. And, you know, Rainbow Dash will be there…”

Neo’s ears perked up at the mention of Rainbow Dash, though he quickly tried to cover it up with an exaggerated yawn. “Oh, Rainbow Dash, you say? That’s… interesting, I guess.” He shrugged, trying to play it cool. “Not that I’m going just because she’ll be there or anything. I mean, what’s so special about a school anyway?”

Twilight grinned, sensing she was winning. “Oh, you’ll see! It’s not just any school, Neo. This place is cutting-edge! State-of-the-art classrooms, an advanced library, and we’ve even got a—” she lowered her voice, her eyes glinting mischievously, “—mystical artifact vault.”

“Mystical artifacts, huh?” Neo repeated, feigning disinterest but unable to suppress a small spark of curiosity. “I suppose it couldn’t hurt to take a quick look around…”

Twilight’s grin widened. “That’s the spirit! Come on, we’ll take the scenic route through the school grounds. You’re going to love it!”

Neo sighed, realizing there was no way out now. “Lead the way, Twilight.”

As they made their way through Ponyville, Twilight chattered on excitedly about all the features of her new school. Neo half-listened, his mind wandering as he tried not to think too much about Rainbow Dash. He could already picture her there, being her usual awesome self, probably showing off some new trick. Neo shook his head, trying to focus on what Twilight was saying instead.

“And we’ve got this incredible magic simulator that replicates real-world magical scenarios!” Twilight was saying, her wings flapping with enthusiasm. “It’s perfect for teaching young ponies how to handle all kinds of situations.”

“Uh-huh, sounds… intense,” Neo replied, trying not to sound too underwhelmed. “So, where exactly is this place?”

“Just a little bit further,” Twilight said, steering them off the main road and onto a newly paved path that led towards the outskirts of town. “We’re almost there!”

As they approached the school, Neo couldn’t help but notice the large construction signs and half-finished walls that surrounded the building. It looked like a mix between a castle and a construction site, with scaffolding everywhere and workers buzzing around like bees in a hive.

“Uh, Twilight, are you sure this place is… you know, ready?” Neo asked, eyeing a precariously balanced pile of bricks that looked like it could topple over at any moment.

“Oh, don’t worry about that,” Twilight waved a hoof dismissively. “We’re still doing a bit of last-minute construction, but the main areas are totally functional. It’s going to be amazing once it’s all finished!”

Neo tried to look convinced, but the sight of a hammer narrowly missing a worker’s hoof didn’t exactly fill him with confidence. “Right… amazing.”

Twilight led him through the grand entrance, which was still missing a few doors, and into the main hallway. The sound of hammers, saws, and the occasional magical explosion echoed through the corridors. The walls were a mix of polished stone and exposed framework, with wires and pipes sticking out here and there like the school had decided to embrace a “half-finished chic” aesthetic.

Neo whistled softly. “Wow, Twilight, this place is… something else. You’ve really outdone yourself this time.”

Twilight beamed, either missing or choosing to ignore the hint of sarcasm in his voice. “Isn’t it great? And wait until you see the classrooms! We’ve got enchanted chalkboards that can teach lessons on their own, desks that adjust to the perfect height for each student, and a library that—oh, you’re going to love the library! It’s got books from all across Equestria, some of them so rare they’ve never even been opened!”

“Never opened, huh?” Neo mused, trying to keep the conversation light. “Sounds like they could use a little dusting off.”

Twilight laughed, clearly enjoying Neo’s attempt at humor. “Oh, Neo, you’re going to be such a hit with the students! I can already see you as a guest speaker, sharing your wisdom and wit.”

Neo chuckled awkwardly, imagining himself trying to give a lecture on… well, anything, really. “Yeah, I’m not so sure about that, Twilight. I’m more of a behind-the-scenes kind of pony.”

Twilight gave him a playful nudge. “Oh, don’t be so modest! You’ve got plenty to offer. And who knows, maybe you’ll find yourself inspired to try something new!”

Neo gulped as they continued down the hallway, the lighting growing dimmer as they ventured deeper into the school. The sounds of construction faded into the background, replaced by an eerie silence that made Neo’s wings twitch uncomfortably. “Uh, Twilight? Are we supposed to be going this far in? It’s getting kind of… dark.”

Twilight paused for a moment, glancing around as if she hadn’t noticed the sudden change in atmosphere. “Oh, don’t worry, Neo. This is just the, um, quieter part of the school. We’re almost there. I’ve got one more really cool thing to show you.”

Neo raised an eyebrow, glancing at the shadows that seemed to be creeping along the walls. “Cool thing, huh? Are we talking ‘cool’ like in ‘wow, that’s awesome,’ or ‘cool’ like ‘maybe we should turn back before something jumps out at us’?”

Twilight laughed lightly, though it sounded a bit forced. “Definitely the first one! I promise, you’re going to love it. Just a few more steps…”

Neo hesitated, his instincts telling him that this was probably the point where any sane pony would turn around and hightail it back to the well-lit entrance. But then again, this was Twilight Sparkle, princess of friendship, magic, and apparently leading ponies into suspiciously dark hallways. What could possibly go wrong?

“Alright, Twilight,” Neo said, trying to sound braver than he felt. “Lead on. But if we run into any ghosts or spooky magical traps, I’m blaming you.”

Twilight giggled, though the sound seemed to echo oddly in the narrow corridor. “Deal! But trust me, Neo, this is going to be worth it. You might even want to come back for another visit after you see what I’ve got planned!”

Neo swallowed, trying to keep his nerves in check as they ventured further into the darkness. Whatever Twilight had in store, he had a feeling it was going to be a lot more than he’d bargained for.

The sounds from each one of the ponies’ hoofsteps echoed off the cold stone walls, the sound magnified by the eerie silence that seemed to close in around them. The dim light from Twilight’s horn barely pierced the darkness ahead, casting long, dancing shadows that made Neo’s imagination run wild.

“Just a bit further,” Twilight whispered, her voice somehow both reassuring and unsettling at the same time. She sounded almost...too eager, like she was leading him into some sort of grand surprise. The kind you weren’t sure you’d actually survive.

Neo’s wings twitched nervously as he squinted into the darkness ahead. He could make out the faint outline of a large door at the end of the hall, its surface polished and gleaming despite the lack of light. There was something ominous about it, something that made Neo’s fur stand on end. But Twilight pressed on, and Neo, against his better judgment, followed.

Twilight reached the door and paused, turning to Neo with a mysterious smile. “Ready?” she asked, her voice barely more than a breath.

“Uh, ready for what?” Neo stammered, his voice betraying his nerves. His legs felt like jelly, and he couldn’t shake the feeling that whatever was behind that door was something he wasn’t going to enjoy.

Twilight’s smile widened, and without another word, she pushed the door open.

Neo’s breath hitched as they stepped into a massive, dimly lit auditorium. The room was cavernous, the walls and ceiling lost in shadow, and the only light came from a single, flickering bulb that hung from the ceiling in the center of the room. The faint glow barely illuminated the vast space, casting an eerie, otherworldly light on the area directly beneath it.

Neo’s hooves clicked against the cold stone floor as he hesitated in the doorway, peering into the darkness. The silence in the room was almost oppressive, broken only by the distant creaks and groans of the school’s unfinished infrastructure. It was hard to make out anything beyond the shadows, but there was a strange, unsettling feeling in the air—like something was moving, undulating, just beyond the reach of the light.

Twilight stepped forward, her hooves echoing as she walked toward the center of the room. She glanced back at Neo and cooed softly, “Come on, Neo. Don’t be shy. You have to see this up close.”

Neo swallowed hard. “Y-yeah, sure… Why not?” His voice wavered, but he forced himself to move forward, each step feeling heavier than the last. He couldn’t shake the sense that something was wrong, that he was walking into some kind of trap, but the alternative—turning back—seemed even worse. After all, it was Twilight. She wouldn’t lead him into anything dangerous…right?

As Neo ventured further into the room, the dim light from the bulb overhead began to reveal more of his surroundings. The floor was bare, save for a thick layer of dust that puffed up with each step. He could just barely make out the shapes of chairs and desks scattered haphazardly around the edges of the room’s lit area, as if someone had started setting up for a class and then abandoned the effort midway through. But the most disturbing thing was the sense of movement—tiny, frantic motions that he could sense more than see, just at the edge of his vision.

“Twilight, what is this place?” Neo asked, his voice trembling despite his efforts to keep it steady. “I thought you said this was a school. It feels more like a… well, I don’t know what it feels like, but it’s definitely not a classroom.”

“Oh, Neo, don’t be so dramatic,” Twilight replied with a soft chuckle. “This is just one of our…special rooms. We use it for more intense training sessions. You know, the kind that require focus and concentration. The low light helps the students stay calm and centered.”

Neo wasn’t buying it. “Calm and centered? I’m pretty sure it’s having the opposite effect on me.”

Twilight just smiled that same enigmatic smile and kept walking. They were nearing the center of the room now, where the light was strongest, casting sharp shadows across the floor. As they drew closer, Neo’s eyes caught a flash of movement—something bright and colorful standing out against the gloom. He squinted, trying to make sense of what he was seeing.

And then, suddenly, the shape came into focus.

There, standing directly under the lone lightbulb, was Rainbow Dash.

Except…something was wrong. Rainbow wasn’t her usual confident, energetic self. She stood motionless, her wings limp at her sides, her eyes wide and unblinking as she stared straight ahead. Her normally vibrant mane was plastered against her head, and her coat—Neo’s breath caught in his throat—her coat was covered in some kind of thick, white syrupy liquid that dripped slowly onto the floor, pooling around her hooves.

Neo’s heart raced as he took an involuntary step back, his voice catching in his throat. “R-Rainbow Dash? What happened to you?”

Rainbow Dash didn’t respond. She didn’t even seem to notice Neo was there. She just kept staring ahead, her expression eerily blank, as if she were in some sort of trance.

Neo’s mind raced, trying to make sense of what he was seeing. What could have done this to her? Why was she just standing there like that, covered in…whatever that stuff was?

He turned to Twilight, his voice barely a whisper. “Twilight, what’s going on? Why is she like this?”

Twilight didn’t answer right away. She just watched him, her eyes glinting with a strange intensity that made Neo’s skin crawl. Finally, she spoke, her voice soft and almost too sweet. “Oh, Neo. You don’t need to worry about Rainbow Dash. She’s just…helping out with a little demonstration. She’s fine, really. Isn’t that right, Rainbow Dash?”

Rainbow Dash blinked, her eyes slowly focusing on Neo for the first time since he’d entered the room. She opened her mouth, and for a moment, it looked like she was about to say something, but then she closed it again, her expression unreadable. Finally, she managed a small, forced smile. “Yeah… fine. Just… helping out.”

Neo’s stomach churned. There was something off about the whole situation—something that made his instincts scream at him to turn and run. But he couldn’t. His legs felt like they were glued to the floor, and all he could do was stand there, staring at Rainbow Dash, as a cold sweat broke out across his forehead.

Twilight’s voice broke through the silence, her tone cheerful and almost playful. “You see, Neo, while the upper levels of the school are still under construction, we’ve been hard at work down here. The underground portion is fully operational, and it’s where we’ll be conducting our most advanced lessons. The kind of lessons that push students to their limits… and beyond.”

Neo swallowed hard, his throat dry. “T-that’s… great, Twilight. Really… great.” His voice was shaky, and he couldn’t seem to tear his eyes away from Rainbow Dash, who was now staring at the floor, her hooves shifting uneasily.

Twilight stepped closer to him, her smile widening. “You’re going to love it here, Neo. We have so many amazing things planned, and I know you’re going to be a great addition to the school.”

Neo’s heart pounded even harder, and he finally found his voice, though it was barely more than a whisper. “Twilight, I’ve… I’ve already finished school. I’m not really looking to go back…”

Rainbow Dash glanced up, her expression unreadable, and for a moment, there was something almost pleading in her eyes. “Of course, Neo. We all finished school… eventually. But that’s the thing about this place—it’s not like any school you’ve ever been to before.”

Twilight shot Rainbow Dash a sharp look, her smile faltering for just a moment. “Rainbow Dash, that’s enough.”

Rainbow Dash flinched slightly, her gaze dropping back to the floor. “Sorry, Twilight…”

Neo’s mind was racing. What did Rainbow Dash mean by that? And why was Twilight so insistent on him joining this… place? Nothing about this situation felt right, but he couldn’t seem to find the strength to argue. His legs were trembling, his wings were practically anchored to his sides, and his heart felt like it was about to leap out of his chest.

Twilight stepped even closer, her voice soft and almost soothing. “Relax, Neo. There’s nothing to be afraid of. You’re safe here, I promise. This school is designed to bring out the very best in everypony who attends, and I know you have so much potential just waiting to be unlocked.”

Neo swallowed, nodding weakly. “Yeah… sure… potential.” His voice sounded hollow even to his own ears, and all he could think about was how desperately he wanted to get out of this room, out of this school, and back into the bright, sunny streets of Ponyville.

But he didn’t move. He couldn’t. Twilight’s gaze was fixed on him, intense and unwavering, and Rainbow Dash stood silent and still, a haunting figure beneath the dim light.

The School of Age Regression

Neo’s mind was racing a mile a minute, a whirlwind of panic and confusion. Twilight’s words were still echoing in his ears—something about potential, about making him a great addition to the school—but none of it made sense. He could feel his heartbeat in his throat, and his wings twitched uncontrollably at his sides. He didn’t know what to do, didn’t know how to get out of this strange, surreal nightmare he’d somehow wandered into.

That’s when Rainbow Dash stepped forward, her usually confident and brash demeanor strangely subdued. She looked at Neo with an odd intensity, her eyes narrowed, and her expression… was that sympathy? Or something else? Whatever it was, it made Neo’s stomach twist.

“Hey, Neo,” Rainbow said, her voice unusually soft and a little off-kilter, like she was trying to sound normal but couldn’t quite manage it. “You look… uh, tense. Yeah, real tense. You should, like, totally relax, you know?” She gave him a grin that was meant to be reassuring, but it came out more like a grimace.

Neo’s eyes darted between Twilight and Rainbow, his breath quickening. “Relax? How am I supposed to relax when—when all of this is happening?!” His voice cracked on the last word, and he realized he sounded more like a scared little foal than he ever had before. Not exactly the picture of the cool, composed pegasus he liked to think he was.

Rainbow’s grin faltered for a moment, then she glanced around the room as if searching for something. “You know what you need?” she said suddenly, her voice taking on a strange, almost manic enthusiasm. “A drink! Yeah, that’s what you need. Something to take the edge off.”

“A drink?” Neo repeated, his voice hollow. “I don’t think—”

But Rainbow was already moving, her wings flaring as she zipped over to a nearby table. Neo hadn’t even noticed the table before, but now it seemed like the only thing in the room that wasn’t covered in shadows or dust. A single glass sat on it, filled with a thick, off-white liquid that glistened strangely in the dim light.

Rainbow grabbed the glass and hovered back over to Neo, thrusting it into his trembling hooves. “Here ya go, buddy! This’ll do the trick. Just drink it down, and you’ll feel a whole lot better.”

Neo stared down at the glass, his heart pounding in his chest. The liquid inside looked anything but appetizing—more like something that had been left out in the sun for a few days too many. It had an odd, viscous consistency, like syrup that had started to congeal. And the smell… it was salty, almost tangy, with a faintly metallic edge that made his stomach churn.

But Rainbow Dash was watching him with an intense look in her eyes, and Twilight was standing there too, her expression unreadable. The pressure of their combined gazes made Neo’s mouth go dry. He could feel their expectations, their anticipation, weighing down on him.

“Just drink it, Neo,” Twilight said softly, her voice like silk. “You’ll feel so much better. Trust me.”

Trust her? The thought barely formed in his mind before it was swept away by the rising tide of anxiety. He didn’t trust this—didn’t trust any of this—but he couldn’t bring himself to refuse. What would happen if he said no? Would Twilight get angry? Would Rainbow Dash force it on him? The thought of their disappointment, or worse, their rage, was too much to bear.

So, with a shaky breath, Neo lifted the glass to his lips and took a tentative sip. The liquid was thick and clung to his tongue like glue, the taste overwhelming and unpleasant. It was salty, yes, but there was also a sharp, bitter undertone that made him gag. He could feel it sliding down his throat, heavy and sluggish, as though it were dragging his very soul with it.

“There, that wasn’t so bad, was it?” Rainbow Dash asked, her voice overly bright. “You’re doing great, Neo. Just keep going.”

Neo’s stomach turned, but he forced himself to keep drinking, gulping down the foul liquid as quickly as he could manage. It felt like it was taking forever, each swallow a small torture, but eventually, the glass was empty, and he was left gasping for air, his stomach roiling with nausea.

Twilight let out a soft, almost delighted laugh. “Well, well, well, Neo. I must say, you’re the most willing participant we’ve had yet. Most ponies need a bit more…persuasion.”

Neo wiped his mouth with the back of his hoof, his head spinning. “What… what was that?” he managed to croak out, his voice hoarse.

“Oh, just a little magic potion,” Twilight said casually, as if she were talking about the weather. “Everypony who studies at this school drinks it. It’s part of the process.”

“Process?” Neo repeated, his heart sinking even further. “What process?”

Twilight’s smile widened, her eyes gleaming with something that looked disturbingly like excitement. “You see, Neo, this school is a little different from others. We cater to a very specific demographic—fillies and colts. Young minds, eager to learn, ready to be shaped into the best they can be.”

Neo’s blood ran cold. “But I’m not a foal. I’m not a colt. I’m a grown pegasus. I don’t belong here.”

“Ah, but that’s the beauty of it!” Twilight said, her voice rising with enthusiasm. “You see, I’ve always wanted to teach the brightest minds, the most promising students. But there’s a problem with teaching adults—they’ve already formed their habits, their ways of thinking. They’re too set in their ways to really absorb everything I have to teach.”

She stepped closer, her eyes boring into his with an intensity that made him want to back away, but his hooves felt like they were rooted to the spot.

“So,” Twilight continued, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper, “I thought, what if I could teach ponies who were already mature, already intelligent, but who had their entire futures ahead of them? What if I could give them the time to learn everything I had to offer?”

Neo’s mouth went dry. He didn’t like where this was going. “What… what are you saying?”

Twilight’s smile turned almost predatory. “I’m saying that I’ve found a way to make mature ponies young again. To give them a second chance at life, but with all the knowledge and experience they’ve already gained.”

Neo’s legs nearly gave out beneath him. “You… you’re going to make me a colt again?”

Twilight nodded, her eyes gleaming with triumph. “Exactly! Isn’t it wonderful? You’ll have so much time to learn, to grow, to become the best version of yourself. And the best part is, you won’t lose any of the knowledge you already have. You’ll be a colt, but with the mind of a stallion.”

Neo’s heart was pounding so hard he thought it might burst. This was insane. This couldn’t be happening. “But… but I don’t want to be a colt again! I’m happy with who I am now! I don’t want to go through school all over again!”

Twilight’s expression softened slightly, but there was still that strange, unsettling gleam in her eyes. “I know this is a lot to take in, Neo. But trust me, this is for the best. You’ll thank me later.”

Neo shook his head, backing away slightly. “No… no, this isn’t right. I didn’t agree to this!”

“Twilight,” Rainbow Dash interjected, her voice oddly disjointed, “maybe we should—”

“Quiet, Rainbow Dash,” Twilight snapped, her tone harsh. Rainbow flinched, her wings drooping slightly, but she didn’t argue. Twilight turned back to Neo, her voice softening once more. “It’s too late to turn back now, Neo. The potion is already working. You’ll be feeling the effects any moment now.”

Neo’s eyes widened in horror. “What? No! I—” But before he could finish his sentence, a strange sensation washed over him.

It started as a tingle at the base of his hooves, a subtle warmth that quickly spread up his legs, making his muscles twitch uncontrollably. The warmth intensified, becoming almost unbearably hot, as if his very blood were boiling beneath his skin. His breath came in short, ragged gasps as the sensation spread throughout his entire body, filling him with a strange, electric energy that made his fur stand on end.

His vision blurred, and he could feel his body beginning to change. His limbs felt heavy, then light, then heavy again, as if they were being pulled in different directions. His bones ached and then shrank, his muscles twisting and contorting as they too began to shrink. He let out a strangled cry as his entire body seemed to collapse in on itself, folding and compressing, the very fabric of his being unraveling and rewinding in reverse.

The sensation was overwhelming, a dizzying combination of heat, pressure, and strange, disorienting movements that he couldn’t control. His mind reeled as he felt himself shrinking, his hooves becoming smaller, his wings less broad. His mane and tail grew shorter, his muzzle rounding out as his entire body regressed into the form of a young colt.

And then, as suddenly as it had begun, the transformation was over.

Neo lay on the cold concrete floor, panting, his body trembling from the exertion of the involuntary change.

Neo felt like he’d been run over by a runaway apple cart—twice. Every part of his newly-transformed body was sore, and when he tried to stand, his legs wobbled like jelly. He looked down at his hooves, now tiny and unsteady, and he could barely believe what had just happened. Was this real? Was any of this real?

“Whoa there, little guy!” Rainbow Dash’s voice cut through the haze, dripping with an exaggerated sweetness that contrasted her early traumatized-looking state with an insincerity that made Neo’s ears flatten in annoyance. “Easy now, you don’t want to trip on your own itty-bitty hooves, do ya?” She crouched down to his level, her eyes wide with mock concern. “Awww, look at you, all teeny-tiny! Isn’t that just the cutest thing ever?”

Neo blinked up at her, trying to form words, but everything felt off-kilter. His mouth didn’t seem to work right, and the room spun around him like he was on a merry-go-round. “Rainbow Dash, I—”

“Shhh, shhh, shhh!” Rainbow Dash interrupted, patting him on the head like he was a toddler. “No need to get all worked up, Neo. We’ve got everything under control. You’re gonna love it here, I promise! We’ll make sure you have the best time ever, right, Twilight?”

Twilight stepped forward, her expression somewhere between smug satisfaction and clinical curiosity. “Indeed,” she said, her tone shifting from patronizing to that familiar, unsettling cheerfulness. “But let’s save the baby talk for later, Rainbow. We have plenty of time to nurture him into his new role.”

She turned to a nearby console, her horn glowing as she activated something with a soft hum. Before Neo could ask what she was doing, the entire room flooded with light. Massive spotlights mounted on the ceiling blazed to life, illuminating every corner of the vast auditorium. Neo squinted against the sudden brightness, raising a hoof to shield his eyes.

When his vision adjusted, what he saw made his stomach lurch. All around him, hundreds of young ponies were tied up, struggling against their bonds. Their tiny hooves kicked futilely at the air, their eyes wide with terror and confusion. Some were whimpering, others were crying outright, but most were just staring ahead in shock, as if their minds had shut down from sheer fear.

Neo’s breath caught in his throat. “W-What… what is this?” he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper.

Twilight beamed at him as if she were showing off a new book collection. “Welcome to your new classroom, Neo! Say hello to your fellow students. Eight hundred bright, promising young minds, all eager to learn and grow under my tutelage.”

Neo felt like the floor was dropping out from under him. He swayed, his tiny legs threatening to give out. “You… you can’t be serious,” he said, his voice shaking. “This… this is madness!”

“Madness?” Twilight tilted her head, her smile never wavering. “Oh, no, Neo. This is brilliance. Imagine it—a school full of the best and brightest ponies in all of Equestria, all given the opportunity to learn from scratch, to absorb knowledge and wisdom from a young age. We’ll mold them into the greatest intellectual elites Equestria has ever seen.”

“But… but they’re all… they’re all just foals!” Neo protested, his heart racing. “They don’t belong here! I don’t belong here!”

Rainbow Dash chuckled darkly. “You do now, kiddo. Welcome to the club. And trust me, it’s not as bad as it looks. Well, not usually, anyway.”

As if on cue, a door on the far side of the auditorium creaked open, and Neo’s heart sank even further. The rest of the Mane Six walked in, each of them wearing expressions that ranged from mild curiosity to downright boredom. Applejack tipped her hat, Pinkie Pie bounced in with her usual energy, Rarity looked around with a mix of disdain and indifference, Fluttershy glanced nervously at the bound ponies, and Spike—dragging behind—just looked exhausted.

“Well, lookie here,” Applejack drawled, her eyes landing on Neo. “Another new recruit. Twilight, y’all sure you can handle this many at once?”

“Of course,” Twilight replied, her voice clipped and efficient. “With all of you helping, we’ll have no problem getting them into shape. This is going to be the most successful academic experiment in the history of Equestria.”

Neo’s breathing quickened. His vision started to blur around the edges, and his legs wobbled even more. “This can’t be happening,” he whispered to himself. “This can’t be real…”

But it was real—horrifyingly, inescapably real. His heart pounded in his chest, and a cold sweat broke out on his forehead. The world seemed to spin faster and faster around him until he couldn’t keep up. He tried to take a step forward, but his legs buckled beneath him, and everything went black.

When Neo came to, he was lying in a bed, his body stiff and sore. He blinked slowly, his mind groggy and disoriented. The room was dimly lit, just enough light filtering through to reveal rows upon rows of identical beds, each one filled with a small pony, their chests rising and falling in the rhythm of sleep. The place had an eerie stillness to it, like the calm before a storm.

Neo tried to move, but his limbs felt heavy and unresponsive. He groaned softly, trying to lift his head, but it was then that he realized he was restrained. Thick, padded straps bound him to the bed, securing his legs and wings. Panic surged through him, and he struggled against the bonds, but they didn’t budge.

“Hey… hey!” Neo whispered urgently, his voice barely above a hiss. He twisted his head to the side, his eyes searching the gloom for any sign of help. “Somepony! Anypony! Help!”

“Shhh!” A voice from the bed next to his made him freeze. It was a soft, urgent whisper, and it was coming from a pink and teal pegasus filly lying in the bed beside him. She glanced around nervously before meeting his eyes. “You have to be quiet! If they hear you, we’ll both get in trouble.”

Neo swallowed hard, trying to calm his racing heart. “I… I’m sorry. I just—what’s going on? Where are we?”

The filly sighed softly, her eyes filled with a weary sadness. “We’re in the dormitory. They bring us here to sleep after… after everything.” She looked down at her hooves, her wings twitching slightly. “My name’s Garnet Shimmer. I used to be a florist in Cloudsdale. But now…”

Neo’s breath caught in his throat. “You… you’re like me. They… they did this to you too?”

Garnet nodded slowly, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. “Yes. I don’t know how long I’ve been here anymore. The days blur together after a while. But you have to be careful, Neo. They’re watching us all the time.”

Neo felt a chill run down his spine. “But why? What’s the point of all this?”

Garnet hesitated, then glanced around again before speaking in a low, hurried whisper. “Every week, they give us exams. Tests to see how much we’ve learned. The lowest performer in each class…” She trailed off, her eyes darkening. “They’re eliminated.”

Neo’s heart skipped a beat. “Eliminated? What does that mean?”

Garnet shook her head, her expression grim. “I don’t know. But nopony who gets eliminated ever comes back. They just… disappear.”

A cold knot of fear twisted in Neo’s stomach. “This is insane. We have to get out of here! We have to—”

“Shhh!” Garnet hissed again, her eyes wide with fear. “Please, just go to sleep! If they find us talking, we’ll both be punished. You don’t want to know what happens when they punish you.”

Neo’s mind was spinning, but he could see the desperation in Garnet’s eyes. She was terrified—utterly and completely terrified. And now that fear was seeping into him, curling around his heart like a cold, dark vine. He didn’t know what to do, didn’t know how to fight this. Everything felt hopeless.

So, with a heavy sigh, Neo nodded. “Okay… okay, I’ll try.” He leaned back against the pillow, staring up at the high, vaulted ceiling above him. The room was so quiet, so still, yet he could feel the weight of a thousand eyes watching him from the shadows.

As he closed his eyes, he couldn’t shake the feeling that this was just the beginning of something much, much worse. And there was nothing he could do to stop it.

The darkness of the room pressed down on him, heavy and suffocating. Neo tried to calm his racing mind, to focus on anything but the terror gnawing at his insides. But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t escape the grim reality of his situation. He was trapped in a nightmare, and there was no waking up.

As sleep finally began to claim him, his thoughts drifted to the one question he couldn’t push aside: What did Twilight really have planned for them all?

Physics & Consequences--Oy Vey!

Neo jolted awake to the sound of a loudspeaker crackling to life above his head. The voice that followed was one he was already starting to dread. Twilight Sparkle’s magically amplified voice boomed through the room, startling him out of a fitful sleep.

“Good morning, students! It’s 7:00 a.m. sharp, and you know what that means—it’s time to rise and shine for another exciting day of learning at Twilight’s School for Future Intellectual Elites!” Twilight’s voice was unbearably chipper, as if she were announcing the start of a fair rather than another day in her twisted re-education camp.

Neo groaned and tried to bury his head under his pillow, but it was no use. All around him, the other ponies were already springing to life like clockwork. As if on cue, every filly and colt shot up in their beds, their eyes wide and alert despite the early hour. It was eerie, the way they all moved in unison, like a well-oiled machine. Neo rubbed his eyes and tried to shake off the last remnants of sleep, his mind still foggy from the previous night’s revelations.

He glanced around the room, watching as the other ponies quickly bent down to retrieve something from under their beds. Neo frowned, figuring he should follow suit if he wanted to avoid any more trouble; noticing his earlier restraints gone, he got up and lifted the thin mattress of his own bed. There, folded neatly beneath it, was what he could only assume was his uniform. He pulled it out and unfolded it, his eyes widening in disbelief.

It was a school filly uniform.

Neo blinked, then blinked again, hoping that maybe, just maybe, he was still dreaming and that any moment now he would wake up in his own bed, in his own house, far away from this madness. But the uniform remained stubbornly real in his hooves, its green-and-white checkered skirt and matching blouse taunting him with their frilly trim and dainty bows.

“Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me,” Neo muttered under his breath, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment. “A filly uniform? Seriously? I’m a colt, not a—”

But he quickly clamped his mouth shut as he noticed the ponies around him moving with almost robotic precision, each one slipping into their own uniforms without a word of protest. Neo sighed, realizing he had bigger problems to worry about than being stuck in a filly’s uniform. He had no idea what this place was or what these ponies had planned for him, but he knew that standing out was probably not the best idea. He’d just have to swallow his pride and go along with it for now.

With a resigned sigh, Neo slipped into the uniform, wincing as the skirt brushed against his legs. It was tight and uncomfortable, the material scratchy and unfamiliar against his fur. He tugged at the collar of the blouse, trying to loosen it, but it only seemed to get tighter the more he pulled.

“Great. Just great,” Neo grumbled, glancing around to see if anyone was watching him struggle. But the other ponies were too busy straightening their own uniforms and lining up by the color-coded emblems on their chests to pay him any attention.

Neo looked down at his own uniform and saw that it had a small green patch sewn onto the breast pocket. He scanned the room, trying to spot any other ponies with the same emblem. His eyes landed on a group of colts and fillies gathered near the far wall, all wearing uniforms with green patches just like his. Taking a deep breath, he made his way over to them, hoping he could at least blend in with the crowd for now.

As he approached, one of the colts in the group—a lanky, blue-haired unicorn with a perpetually nervous expression—gave him a wary look. “You’re new, aren’t you?” the unicorn asked, his voice barely more than a whisper.

Neo nodded, not trusting himself to speak. He didn’t want to risk saying the wrong thing and drawing any unwanted attention to himself. The unicorn seemed to understand and gave him a sympathetic nod.

“Stick close to us,” the unicorn said, his voice low. “Just follow our lead, and you’ll be fine. The teachers here don’t like it when we deviate from the schedule.”

Neo nodded again, grateful for the advice. He fell into step behind the unicorn as the group began to file out of the room, their movements perfectly synchronized. Neo tried his best to keep up, his heart pounding in his chest as he followed them through a maze of narrow hallways and twisting corridors. The walls were bare and cold, their stone surfaces reflecting the harsh, fluorescent lights overhead.

The air was thick with the smell of bleach and antiseptic, a sharp contrast to the cheerful, pastel colors that adorned the walls. It was as if someone had tried to make the place look welcoming but had missed the mark entirely, leaving it feeling more like a sterile hospital than a school.

As they marched, Neo’s mind raced with questions. Who were these ponies? Why had Twilight and her friends brought them here? And most importantly, how was he going to get out of this place?

He was so lost in thought that he almost didn’t notice when the group came to a sudden stop. He blinked and looked around, realizing they were standing in front of a large wooden door with a brass plaque that read, “Classroom 3B.”

The unicorn from before turned to face the group, his expression serious. “Alright, this is it. We’re in Lecture Hall 3B today. Remember, no talking, no fidgeting, and definitely no falling asleep. Got it?”

The other ponies nodded in unison, their faces blank and expressionless. Neo gulped and nodded along with them, his stomach twisting with anxiety. He had no idea what to expect, but he had a feeling it wasn’t going to be good.

The door creaked open, and the group filed into the room, their hooves clattering against the polished wooden floor. Neo glanced around, taking in the rows of desks and chairs that filled the space. At the front of the room was a large chalkboard, its surface covered in complex equations and diagrams that made Neo’s head spin just looking at them.

“Take your seats, everyone,” a voice called out from the front of the room. Neo looked up and saw a tall, stern-looking unicorn mare standing behind a podium, her mane pulled back into a tight bun. She wore a pair of thick, black-rimmed glasses that made her look even more intimidating, and her eyes seemed to bore into each student as they took their seats.

Neo quickly found an empty desk near the back of the room and slid into it, trying to make himself as small as possible. He kept his head down, avoiding eye contact with the teacher as she began to speak.

“Today’s lecture will be on the principles of pressure and its applications in physics,” the teacher announced, her voice sharp and precise. “We’ll be covering the basics first, but I expect all of you to pay close attention. There will be a pop quiz at the end of the lecture, and I expect nothing less than perfection from each of you.”

Neo’s heart sank. A pop quiz? He didn’t know the first thing about physics! He had barely managed to pass science class when he was a colt the first time, and now he was supposed to ace a quiz on a subject he hadn’t even studied?

The teacher turned to the chalkboard and began writing out a series of equations, her horn glowing as she levitated a piece of chalk with precision. Neo tried to focus on what she was saying, but the words seemed to blur together in his mind, becoming an incomprehensible jumble of numbers and symbols.

He glanced around the room, hoping to see if any of the other ponies were as lost as he was, but to his dismay, they all seemed to be following along without any trouble. Their eyes were glued to the board, their hooves scribbling notes furiously as if they actually understood what was being taught.

Neo swallowed hard, his panic rising with each passing second. He was completely out of his depth. He didn’t belong here, and he certainly didn’t belong in this crazy school filled with brainwashed ponies and impossible expectations.

“And now, for the quiz,” the teacher announced, turning back to face the class with a satisfied smile. “Please clear your desks. Your quiz will appear on your screens momentarily.”

Neo’s eyes widened as he watched a touchscreen emerge from the surface of his desk, its glossy surface flickering to life with a series of multiple-choice questions. He stared at the screen in horror, his mind racing as he tried to make sense of the questions in front of him.

“What is the formula for calculating pressure?” one question read, followed by a list of options that all looked like complete gibberish to Neo. He had no idea which one was correct, and the more he stared at the screen, the more the words seemed to swim in front of his eyes.

He could feel the panic rising in his chest, his breathing becoming more rapid and shallow as he tried to calm himself down. But it was no use. His mind was a blank slate, and he had no idea how he was going to get through this quiz without completely embarrassing himself.

His hooves shook as he reached for the screen, his heart pounding in his ears. He had to at least try to answer the questions, even if he had no idea what he was doing. Maybe if he just picked the answers at random, he’d get lucky and pass.

Neo’s hoof hovered over the screen, trembling slightly. He tapped the last answer with a mixture of dread and resignation. The screen blinked once, twice, and then the word “SUBMIT” flashed in big, bold letters. Neo gulped and tapped it, watching as the quiz disappeared from the screen, replaced by a spinning hourglass icon that seemed to taunt him with every rotation.

He let out a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding, sinking back in his seat. At least it was over. The nerve-wracking quiz, the impossible questions, the stress that made his new, younger heart feel like it might leap out of his chest—it was all over. For now, at least.

Around him, the other students were lowering their touchscreens back into the desks, their faces expressionless, as if taking a pop quiz on pressure-related physics was the most natural thing in the world. Neo couldn’t help but feel a pang of jealousy at how calm they all seemed. He wished he could borrow even a fraction of their composure.

“Alright, class,” the teacher called out, her voice slicing through the thick silence like a knife. “You are dismissed for now. Remember, tomorrow we will cover the dynamics of fluid pressure in closed systems. I expect each of you to review the material we covered today. You are all dismissed. Except for you, Neo.”

Neo froze. His heart, which had just begun to settle, spiked once more as every pair of eyes in the room turned to look at him—or rather, to avoid looking at him. It was like he’d suddenly become invisible, as the students quickly shuffled out of the room, their heads bowed, doing their best not to make eye contact with him. The room emptied in seconds, the click-clack of hooves against the wooden floor fading into an eerie silence.

Neo’s stomach churned as he realized he was alone with the teacher. He glanced up to see her staring at him, her expression unreadable behind those thick, black-rimmed glasses. She tapped her hoof against the floor, a small, steady rhythm that only served to make Neo more nervous.

“Come here,” she said, her voice low and almost too calm. Neo obeyed, sliding out of his seat and approaching the front of the room with tentative steps, his hooves barely making a sound against the polished wood. As he got closer, the teacher moved around him, her eyes narrowing slightly as she looked him up and down.

Neo gulped, feeling like he was being examined under a microscope. His new colt body felt even smaller under her scrutinizing gaze, and he fought the urge to shrink into himself, to disappear completely. He stood as still as he could, every muscle in his body tense as the teacher circled him.

After what felt like an eternity, she finally stopped, leaning down to whisper in his ear. “You failed the quiz, Neo,” she said, her voice barely more than a breath, but every word hit him like a sledgehammer. “By a wide margin.”

Neo’s heart sank. He had known he didn’t do well, but hearing it out loud made it all the more real. He opened his mouth to say something—anything—to defend himself, but the words caught in his throat. What could he even say? He wasn’t supposed to be here in the first place. He wasn’t supposed to be a colt again, taking quizzes he had no idea how to answer.

The teacher straightened up, her face impassive. “I’m going to have to call the headmaster,” she said, her tone as cold as ice.

Neo’s eyes widened in panic. “Wait, no, please! I-I can do better! Just give me another chance!” he stammered, his voice shaky from the fear of “elimination” he had heard about the night before. But the teacher was already moving toward the intercom on the wall, ignoring his pleas.

She pressed a button, her horn glowing slightly as she spoke into the speaker. “Headmaster Twilight Sparkle, please report to Lecture Hall 3B. We have a situation that requires your immediate attention.”

Neo’s legs felt like jelly, barely able to hold him up as he watched the teacher step away from the intercom and return to her desk. He stood there in the middle of the room, his mind racing with a thousand thoughts at once. What was going to happen to him? Would he be punished? Expelled? Killed? Worse?

The silence that followed was thick and suffocating, stretching on for what felt like hours. Neo’s heart pounded in his chest, each beat louder than the last as he waited for Twilight to arrive. He shifted his weight from one hoof to the other, trying to keep himself from collapsing under the pressure.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the door creaked open. Neo’s head snapped up, his eyes locking onto the figure standing in the doorway. Twilight Sparkle stepped into the room, her expression unreadable behind a pair of thin, square glasses perched on the end of her nose. A few thick books floated around her, encased in the soft, purple glow of her magic.

“Hello, Mrs. Moonstone,” Twilight said, nodding to the teacher before turning her attention to Neo. “And hello to you too, Neo. I hear there was an issue with the quiz?”

Neo swallowed hard, his mouth suddenly dry as a desert. He nodded, unable to find his voice.

Twilight’s eyes softened, just a little. She adjusted her glasses, the books floating down to rest on the podium. “I see. Why don’t you tell me what happened?”

Neo took a deep breath, trying to steady himself. “I—I didn’t know any of the answers,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. “I tried my best, but…I’ve never studied physics before. Not like this.”

Twilight hummed thoughtfully, tapping her chin with a hoof. “Hmm, that is quite a predicament. You know, Neo, this school has very high standards. We expect our students to excel in all subjects, especially those that are fundamental to a well-rounded education.”

Neo nodded again, his head bobbing up and down like a bobblehead doll. “I understand, but I didn’t have any time to prepare. I was only brought here yesterday, and—”

Twilight held up a hoof, silencing him. “I’m aware of your situation, Neo. And I understand that this is all very new and confusing for you. But that doesn’t change the fact that you failed your first test. And we can’t have our students failing, now can we?”

Neo shook his head, his heart sinking further into his chest. He was sure he was done for. Twilight would probably expel him right then and there, or worse, send him to whatever place those other ponies went when they got “eliminated.”

But to his surprise, Twilight’s expression softened even more, a small smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. “However, I’m not without mercy. This is, after all, a school of learning. Mistakes are part of the learning process, wouldn’t you agree, Mrs. Moonstone?”

Ms. Moonstone nodded, her face still as stern as ever. “Yes, Headmaster Twilight.”

Twilight turned back to Neo, her smile growing just a little wider. “So, here’s what we’re going to do. You’ll be given another chance to prove yourself, Neo. A second quiz, after you’ve had some time to study the material. But I want you to know, this is your one and only chance. If you fail again, the consequences will be much more severe. Do you understand?”

Neo nodded vigorously, relief flooding through him. “Yes, thank you, Twilight! I promise, I won’t let you down!”

“That’s Headmaster Twilight.”

“I promise, Headmaster Twilight.”

Twilight’s smile remained, but there was something in her eyes that made Neo’s skin crawl. “I’m sure you won’t,” she said, her voice almost too sweet. “Now, Mrs. Moonstone, if you would be so kind as to escort Neo to the library. I think some extra study time is in order, don’t you?”

Mrs. Moonstone nodded again, her horn glowing as she levitated a stack of books from her desk. “Of course, Headmaster. Right this way, Neo.”

Neo followed Mrs. Moonstone out of the room, his heart still racing but a small spark of hope kindling in his chest. He had another chance. He just had to make sure he didn’t blow it.

As they walked through the empty halls, Neo glanced over at Mrs. Moonstone. “Thank you,” he said quietly. “For giving me another chance.”

Ms. Moonstone didn’t respond, her expression as unreadable as ever. But Neo thought he saw a flicker of something—compassion, maybe—in her eyes. He hoped he wasn’t imagining it.

They reached the library, a vast room filled with towering shelves and stacks of books that seemed to go on forever. Mrs. Moonstone led Neo to a small table in the corner, depositing the stack of books in front of him with a thud.

“Start with these,” she said curtly. “I’ll be back in an hour to check on your progress. And Neo, remember what Headmaster Twilight said. This is your only chance.”

Neo nodded, swallowing the lump in his throat as he sat down and opened the first book. The pages were filled with equations and diagrams, words he barely understood, but he was determined to learn. He had to. He wasn’t going to let this place break him. Not yet, anyway.

Neo buried his head in the book before him, squinting at the jumble of words and symbols. His head was spinning, his brain feeling like it had been dunked in cold soup. He flipped to the next page, hoping for a miracle, but the new page looked even more complicated.

The equations seemed to taunt him with their complexity, the diagrams looked like they were sketched by a mad pony on a sugar rush, and the words seemed to twist and dance just out of his understanding. Neo sighed heavily and rubbed his temples, trying to focus. He’d read the same sentence at least five times and still had no idea what it meant. He glanced at the clock on the wall.

“How can time move so slowly?” he muttered to himself. “It’s like these books are sucking the life out of me.”

As the hour ticked by, the library remained deathly silent, save for the occasional rustling of pages and Neo’s own groans of frustration. The silence, normally something that he would’ve found comforting, only added to his stress now. Every tick of the clock echoed in the vast emptiness, reminding him that time was running out.

Just as he was starting to feel the weight of exhaustion pressing down on him, the door creaked open, and in walked Twilight, her expression somewhere between cheerful and disappointed. She looked around the empty library, her eyes finally settling on Neo, slumped over the table in front of him.

“Well, Neo,” Twilight began, adjusting her glasses with a slight tilt of her head. “How’s the studying going?”

Neo looked up, his eyes wide and slightly bloodshot. “Uh, not great,” he admitted, trying to muster up a sheepish grin. “I think my brain is about to explode.”

Twilight chuckled, though there wasn’t much humor in it. “I understand, but that’s the thing about learning—it’s supposed to challenge you.” She stepped closer, peering down at the book Neo had open. “Let’s see if any of this has stuck. I’ll ask you a few questions.”

Neo gulped, his heart skipping a beat. “Uh, sure,” he said, though he wasn’t sure at all. He hadn’t retained much of anything from his frantic studying session.

Twilight floated one of the books off the table, flipping it open to a random page. “Alright, first question,” she said, her tone suddenly becoming formal, like a teacher addressing her class. “What is Bernoulli’s principle, and how does it apply to fluid dynamics?”

Neo blinked, his mind drawing a complete blank. “Uh, Bernoulli’s principle… Um, it’s… about fluids? And, uh, pressure? Or was it something about… air?” He trailed off, his voice becoming smaller with each incorrect guess.

Twilight sighed, shaking her head slightly. “No, Neo, that’s not quite right. Bernoulli’s principle states that an increase in the speed of a fluid occurs simultaneously with a decrease in pressure or a decrease in the fluid’s potential energy. It’s one of the fundamental principles of fluid dynamics. Let’s try another one.”

Neo nodded, though he already knew he was going to fail. It was like being stuck in a nightmare where no matter how hard he tried, he just couldn’t get anything right.

Twilight turned to another page. “Alright, what is the equation for calculating the buoyant force acting on an object submerged in a fluid?”

Neo’s mouth opened and closed a few times, but no sound came out. He had no idea. Not a single clue. “Uh… F = ma?” he guessed, wincing immediately.

Twilight let out a soft groan, massaging her temples with her hoof. “That’s Newton’s second law of motion, Neo. Buoyant force is calculated using Archimedes’ principle: the upward buoyant force that is exerted on a body immersed in a fluid, whether fully or partially submerged, is equal to the weight of the fluid that the body displaces. Alright, last question. What is Pascal’s law?”

Neo didn’t even bother trying to think. He just shook his head, looking down at the floor. “I… I don’t know,” he admitted, his voice barely a whisper.

Twilight closed the book with a sharp snap, making Neo jump. She looked at him with a mixture of disappointment and frustration. “Neo, this is very bad. Very, very bad. You’re not grasping even the most basic concepts. We can’t have this kind of academic performance here.”

Neo’s heart sank further into his chest, and he looked up at Twilight, desperation clear in his eyes. “I’m sorry, Twilight. I really tried, I swear! I just… I don’t understand any of this stuff. It’s all so confusing, and I don’t have any background in physics or… whatever all this is!”

Twilight sighed again, her expression softening just a tad. “I understand, Neo. I really do. This is a lot to take in, especially for somepony who’s just been brought into this environment. But I have to uphold the standards of this institution. However…”

Neo perked up slightly, his ears twitching. “However?” he repeated, hope creeping back into his voice.

Twilight’s lips curled into a small, knowing smile. “However, I’m willing to overlook your academic failings for now. But only if you do me a little favor.”

Neo’s eyes widened. “A favor? What kind of favor?” he asked, immediately suspicious. Nothing about this place or its teachers seemed normal.

Twilight’s smile grew a bit wider, her eyes twinkling mischievously. “Oh, nothing too difficult,” she said in a light, almost playful tone. “You see, I spend many hours every day bent over my desk, reading, studying, and writing. It’s a lot of hard work, and it tends to make my back quite sore.”

Neo tilted his head, unsure of where this was going. “Uh, okay…?” he said hesitantly.

Twilight continued, ignoring his confusion. “Now, with your new, smaller hooves, you could really help me out. My hooves are too big to reach some of the tighter knots in my back. But yours are just the right size. So, I’d like you to give me a back massage. It would really help me relax after all the stress of running this school.”

Neo blinked a few times, trying to process what she was asking. “Wait, you want me to… give you a back massage?” he asked, his voice full of disbelief.

Twilight nodded, her expression completely serious. “That’s right. If you do this for me, I’ll overlook your poor quiz performance and give you more time to study. It’s a win-win situation, really.”

Neo stared at her, his mind racing. On one hoof, this was incredibly weird and uncomfortable. But on the other hoof, he didn’t really have a choice, did he? If he refused, who knew what kind of punishment he might face? He swallowed hard, trying to keep his voice steady.

“Okay… I’ll do it,” he said slowly, hoping he wasn’t making a huge mistake.

Twilight’s smile widened, and she clapped her hooves together in delight. “Wonderful! I knew you’d see reason, Neo. Now, let’s get started, shall we?”

She turned around, laying down on a nearby mat that she’d summoned with a flick of her horn. She stretched out, letting out a contented sigh as she got comfortable. “Alright, Neo, just start with the shoulders and work your way down. And remember, use those small hooves to really get in there.”

Neo nodded, his face heating up with embarrassment. He moved closer, lifting his front hooves and placing them on Twilight’s shoulders. He hesitated for a moment, unsure of what to do, but Twilight let out an impatient huff.

“Come on, Neo, I don’t have all day,” she said, her tone slightly annoyed.

Neo took a deep breath and began to press down, kneading her shoulders as best he could. Twilight let out a pleased hum, her eyes closing as she relaxed under his touch. “Ah, yes, that’s the spot,” she murmured. “You’ve got a good touch, Neo. I think this arrangement is going to work out just fine.”

Neo forced a smile, though he was still feeling incredibly awkward about the whole situation. “Yeah… glad I could help,” he said, his voice strained as he tried to focus on the task at hoof.

As he continued the massage, he couldn’t help but wonder how he’d ended up in this bizarre situation. A day ago, he’d been a full-grown stallion with a normal life. Now he was a young colt again, stuck in some strange school with even stranger teachers, giving back massages to a princess.

“Well,” he thought to himself, “at least things can’t get any weirder.”

He quickly regretted the thought, knowing all too well how often life liked to prove him wrong.

"You have talented hooves," Twilight murmured, her eyes closing under the pleasurable assault.

"Thank you," Neo replied, his voice barely above a whisper. "But I think your mane is in need of some attention too."

Before Twilight could protest, Neo's hooves were threading through her purple locks, massaging her scalp with a tenderness that made her shiver. The sensation was intoxicating, blurring the lines between comfort and desire.

As Neo worked, Twilight felt a growing tension within her, a yearning she had never experienced before. She turned to face him, their eyes meeting in a moment of unspoken understanding. "Neo..." she breathed, her voice thick with emotion.

Without waiting for a response, Twilight leaned forward, capturing his lips in a passionate kiss. Neo responded immediately after Twilight Sparkle maneuvered herself to lay on top of the much smaller colt, his short hooves moved up to rest on the sides of her flanks, pulling her closer with his limited strength. The world around them faded away, leaving only the heat of their bodies and the intensity of their closeness.

Breaking the kiss, Twilight looked into Neo's eyes, her own filled with a fierce determination. "I want more…way more than a massage," she whispered, her voice commanding yet vulnerable.

Twilight positioned herself above him, her legs straddling his waist, her tail swishing nervously.

“Wait…no, please don’t do this, I just want to go home!”

“Oh, Neo, I don’t think you are in much of a position to protest…” Twilight said as she moved a hoof and slid it under Neo’s checkered schoolfilly uniform.

“Just play along and everything will be just fine. For starters, I want you to follow my lead,” she said suggestively.

"Are you sure?" Neo asked, his voice a little hoarse (pun intended).

Twilight didn't respond with words. Instead, she lowered herself onto him, feeling him fill just the first fraction of her waiting cunt with his small member. The sensation was honestly a bit underwhelming, but the taboo nature more than made up for it. Slowly, she began to move, finding a rhythm that matched the beating of her heart.

Neo's hooves instinctively gripped her flanks, guiding her movements, his breath hot and ragged. “Mmmmh," he murmured, his moan an entreating plea for her to stop whereas his vocal chords protested to say such a line for fear of spoiling this incredibly hot moment.

Twilight quickened her pace, her body responding to the primal urge, her mane flying wildly as she rode him. The world narrowed to this moment, this act.

Sweat glistened on their bodies, the sounds of their heavy breathing mingling with the occasional moan. Twilight felt her climax approaching, a tidal wave of sensation that threatened to consume her. With one final, powerful thrust, she surrendered to it, her body arching as waves of ecstasy crashed over her.

Neo followed soon after, his own release marking the end of their intense journey as his young body produced admittedly little in the way of ejaculate. Exhausted yet fulfilled, Twilight collapsed onto Neo, their hearts racing in unison.

"That... was incredible," Neo whispered, his voice weak with disbelief.

Twilight chuckled, nuzzling his neck. "It was just the beginning," she replied, her tone playful yet serious.

Amidst all the fear, all the worry and writhing in the heat of the undoubtedly odd and uncertain moment that Neo just experienced…some part of him actually liked it.

“You know what? Maybe this whole school thing won’t be so bad after all…”