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“Open your history books to page ninety eight,” instructed Miss Cheerilee, the afternoon slump beginning to creep into her voice.

Diamond Tiara sat at her desk near the back of the room gazing out the window while the rest of the class complied with her directions. History was her least favorite subject but her lack of enthusiasm wasn't the main issue. She was just wondering what would happen if she fell asleep on a raft in the Everfree River and woke up the next morning. Where would she be? Some place nice or some place awful?

“I'm hoping to finish up the postwar reformation today,” added the teacher. “And then we'll have the chapter test next Monday.”

There came a weak groan of disapproval from the class as Cheerilee began her lecture.
Diamond eyes flicked back into the room when she heard muffled giggling ahead of her. The dopey unicorn, Snips, sat in the desk directly in front of hers. His history book was propped up with what could only be a porn magazine splayed open in its pages. A brazen full page spread of a mare licking up the glistening shaft of a towering dick immediately captured her attention. The pegasus, Rumble, sat at the desk beside his, craning his neck and hoping to catch a peek of more.

“Moron,” she breathed. He actually managed to get his hooves on an adult magazine and here he was flaunting it right in the middle of class, trying to get it confiscated. She could certainly get it taken away from him right now with the simple raise of a hoof but that would only provide a few moments of smug satisfaction. For once her natural curiosity outweighed her spite for idiots. She propped up her cheek on one hoof to blankly stare into the elicit full color dreamland over her classmates’ shoulder.

As he flipped through she witnessed giant cocks plowing mares in every hole and positions she never could have conceived beyond the one and only way presented to them in their health book. The teacher prattled on in the background while she watched the pages turn.

“Holy shit,” whispered Rumble upon seeing an earth pony mare taking it expertly to the hilt from both ends. Surely the stallions had to be almost touching inside her.

Diamond squinted at a full page image of a male POV shot of a mare on her back with a fat dick gushing cum all over her barrel much to her delight according to her elated expression.

She gestated on this one in particular, taking in the features of the engorged phallus, its veins and supple ridges. She'd never seen one in such glorious detail before. So this was what the other fillies were all about now… She didn't really get it completely. She could certainly picture it having its uses but the downside was that it was always attached to a stallion.

Snips turned the page and her eyes widened as she beheld the next lurid scene. A mare was laying back with another mare’s head between her hind legs. The lower mare's tongue was out and sliding up through her slit. Her swooning partner's clit was out and swollen like ripe fruit balanced on the tip of her tongue.

Diamond felt a profound pang of arousal between her legs. This was unexpectedly the single hottest thing she had ever seen in her life. It hadn't occurred to her that two girls could do such a thing. In the midst of fantasizing about how that tongue would feel she heard the distant sound of her teacher's voice.

“Diamond, where is your book?”

Diamond blinked out of her haze of carnal reveries and squeezed her thighs together reflexively. Rumble quickly looked back at his own book so as not to get caught up in the teacher's line of fire and possibly also get Snips busted for the dirty mag.

“Oh, uh, yeah,” she muttered, leaning over to dig through her saddlebag. She slapped her book on the desk and opened it up to the number scrawled on the board. Much to all their relief, Cheerilee continued her lecture without further inquiry.

Diamond peered over the brim of her book to find that the illicit magazine had vanished, likely back into Snips’ saddlebag where it was much safer.A little disappointed, her eyes return to the book where they fixating on the counter space of an arbitrary lowercase d. Cheerilee’s words bounced off of her brain as she wondered what other things ponies could do together in the bedroom that she had ever considered. The stubborn twinge in her loins thankfully wasn't growing but nor was it leaving. Stupid Snips…

The final bell rang and the teacher made her last minute plea of reminders to the departing students. “Don't forget, tomorrow is the field trip to the Golden Oak Library. Bring your signed permission slips, please, if you haven't already.”

The foals packed up their saddlebags and headed for the door. Cheerilee tapped Diamond on the shoulder as she tried to pass by.

“Diamond, can you stay behind for a moment?”

The filly groaned with apprehension. She knew what this was about, well not exactly what it was about but generally what it was about. Silver Spoon cast a glance back at her over her withers before exiting with the rest of the foals.

“Over here,” beckoned Cheerilee.

Diamond sighed and followed her compliantly to her desk.

“I'm worried about your attentiveness and slipping grades, Diamond,” she began before sitting down in her squeaky chair. “Your scores in history and science are still flagging. You have missing assignments and that's really dragging on you but the good news is that everything else is solid. I can see that you're very smart, you just have a hard time applying yourself in those subjects particularly. There's a good student inside you and I will bend over backwards to find her.”

She slid a paper across the desk to her. “This is an ‘in danger of failing’ warning. So just show this to your parents for them to sign and return it tomorrow. You can hand it in with your permission slip. I'd really like to get you tested for disabilities but I do need your parents permission and cooperation for that so perhaps another little meeting is in order.”

“Disabilities?” scowled Diamond.

“Yes,” answered Cheerilee. “It's just a catch-all term for anything going on in your brain that might make it more difficult to focus or learn. I'm not saying that you have a disability; it would just be nice to have you diagnosed just in case. Then we could rule that out as an issue or get you help with it if we find something. You have been struggling for a while now.”

Diamond was categorically resistant to the term but she knew her mother would be utterly appalled by it. Performing poorly in school was bad enough but some sort of mental thing or whatever would be treated like a stain on her bloodline.

“I'm sure you don't want to end up going to summer school,” warned Cheerilee.

“Eew, no,” scoffed Diamond.

“So let's work on getting your grades up together,” nodded the teacher affably.

“Fine,” she agreed. Anything to get this over with and leave. Diamond stuffed the warning paper into her saddlebag and nodded curtly to her teacher.

“And please make sure that your parent signs it,” she emphasized.

Diamond paused momentarily, trying to decipher what exactly she was saying. “Of course, Miss Cheerilee,” agreed the filly. She turned away and briskly made for the door. Silver Spoon all but pounced on her the moment she emerged from the classroom, clearly having eavesdropped on the whole thing.

“Ooh, someone's in trouble," she smirked, pulling alongside her in a trot. “Your dad's gonna kill you.”

“Shut up, Silver,” she grumbled. “My dad doesn't care. Well, he does care,” she corrected herself, “but it's my mom who's the real pain in the ass about it.”

Silver cocked an eyebrow. “Need help forging a signature?”

“I can't keep doing that. She's getting suspicious and eventually Cheerilee's and my parents' paths are going to have to cross one day soon and this whole thing is going to blow up in my face. I need to diffuse it now while it's still relatively small.”

“Maybe you should wait until your mom's had her relaxation juice,” quipped Silver.

Diamond rolled her eyes. “It would be harder to find a time when she hasn't.”

“Hey, look,” chortled Silver. She stopped suddenly and gestured in the direction of the tree line at the edge of the school grounds. Diamond looked across the field to see Rumble with Sweetie Belle who was backed up against a tree. She couldn't quite see what they were doing but it was clearly an intimate moment.

“Shouldn't they go a little further into the woods to make out?” mused Silver.

“Does Sweetie Belle make out?” scoffed Diamond. “I'd be surprised.” Her lips curled in a smirk. Rumble was probably super horny after ogling that magazine in class and he wouldn't be getting any relief from his prudish fillyfriend. Unfortunately Diamond was also in the same boat of unsatisfaction at the moment.

The little private meeting appeared to break up as Sweetie Belle went on her way with Rumble tailing her.

“Why are they even together?” muttered Diamond continuing down the path.

“Because they're the hottest ones in school,” shrugged Silver.

Diamond's eyes narrowed with indignation. “Excuse me?

“I mean… besides you of course.” Silver pushed up her glasses, wondering if it was normal to have to reassure your platonic best friend that they were sexually attractive. “He is wasted on her though,” she added. “What’s the point of snagging him if you’re not going to take him for a spin? I mean… if I was her… Anyway, I’m just rambling now,” she laughed awkwardly.

Diamond returned to her palatial home alone and dreading a confrontation with her parents over stuff she didn't care about. As always Cufflink was at the door to greet her with businesslike impassivity.

“Your bag, young miss?” he inquired, pushing the door shut behind her.

Diamond slipped off her saddlebag and almost passed it to the butler but pulled it back at the last second. “Ugh, hold on.” She opened a flap on the side and dug out her stupid paper and the crumpled up permission slip that had been in there for a week before letting him have the bag.

The somber piano in the air told Diamond exactly where her mother was. She wandered down the hall and cautiously poked her head into the gallery. There she was, the snooty mare, turned away on the bench of the baby grand as she played a nocturne from memory. A glass of her red relaxation juice sat on the polished ebony wood.

And there her father sat, just off to the side behind her, hunched over a mess of financial documents spread out on the coffee table.

“Ugh,” she grunted again in aggravation. She'd have to risk taking them both on at once it seemed. Diamond exhaled and padded silently into the room. She had to nearly crane in front of her father to break his attention away from his work.

“Hey, daddy?”

“Diamond?” his eyes finally connected with hers.

“I need a couple of things signed for school tomorrow.” She set the two papers in front of him, the wrinkled permission slip stacked on top. With a little luck he'd just sign his name on autopilot without even reading and go straight back to whatever he was so engrossed in.

Filthy glanced at the permission slip without touching it and scratched his head. “Alright,” he sighed, gathering the nearby pen in his mouth. He scribbled his signature on the line and then brushed the battered paper aside with one hoof.

“What's this one?” he muttered. “In danger of failing?”

Diamond winced as the music came to an abrupt end on a mashed sour note. Before she knew it her mother was looming over her shoulder. The mare slid the paper to herself across the coffee table as her daughter began to sweat.

Her eyes narrowed with contempt as they scanned down the document. “How very disappointing, Diamond,” she began coldly. “Do you think this serves your pedigree well?”

“It's just those two classes though,” whined Diamond. “Everything else is good.”

Spoiled bent down to sneer in her face. “Those two classes have been mediocre to bad for quite a while now. Clearly further action is needed. I've had enough of your wishy-washy academic performance. You're grounded until you can get your grades up to a respectable level.”

“What?” blurted Diamond in shock.

“Hold on,” cautioned Filthy. “Isn't that a little drastic?”

She turned to face him. “What's drastic about it? Diamond has to stay home alone with her school books. When there's nothing else distracting her from her work I think she'll suddenly find the motivation to do it.”

“I already have tickets to a concert next weekend,” the filly reminded her. “That's too soon to bring my grades up, whatever ‘up’ means. I can still go to that right?”

“I'm afraid not,”she sighed derisively. You should have thought of that and focused on your studies before this conflict arose.”

“Seriously?” She looked to her father for a long shot veto or some kind of curtail of the sentencing at least.

“I'm sorry Diamond,” he shrugged but you've just brushed this off for too long. You really do need to take your schooling more seriously. If your grades drop too low we won't even be able to buy you into a good college.”

Diamond looked back at her smug looking mother but lacked the bravado to shoot her the icy glare she wanted to. “Fine.”

“That will be all, Diamond,” said her mother pompously. “Perhaps we can reassess your grades in a couple of weeks and take you off restriction if you have, at very least, Bs in all classes.”

The filly gritted her teeth, spun around and marched angrily to the stairs as her parents began to quarrel behind her.

“Let's just shoot for no longer in danger of failing for right now to get her ungrounded sooner and then we can worry about being exceptional later,” argued her dad.

“We've been far too soft on her,” retorted her mother dismissively. “If we want her behavior to change we need to lay down the law and she needs nasty consequences for her actions.”

Diamond galloped up onto the landing and flew to her room. She flopped upon the posh comforter of her four poster bed and gnashed her teeth in aggravation. “Evil bitch,” she growled. She'd been looking forward to that concert for months. Her mother knew that. She was always looking for a way to make things harder for her. Life would be so much easier without her.

She rolled over onto her back with a huff. It was then that she became reacquainted with the wetness between her thighs and realized that her unwanted ember of arousal had yet to fizzle out on its own. She let out a defeated sigh and parted her legs before slipping a hoof down between them. Typically she'd fantasize about humiliating someone for moments like this but her thoughts returned to the image of that agile tongue from the magazine as she teased open her slit.