Prologue: Are You Serious?
"Sexual Education?!" Ms. Cheerilee screamed as she read the course description given to her by the Superintendent of the school board.
It was a bright morning in March, the sun filled the air with the springtime warmth as ponies ran and played outside, tackling each other and getting dirty on the front lawn around the school. Ponies walked to and fro, avoiding the playing children as they carried various goods from the local shops to their homes. A cute little couple, no older than the 5th grade, sat together by a tree, giggling and enjoying each other's company. It was a beautiful sight, that morning. But Ms. Cheerilee was made to meet with the head of the Equestrian school district, for a personal meeting. She had thoughts that the Superintendent had a thing for her, and wanted to catch her alone, but she still obliged to meet anyway.
Wrong decision.
"Yes, Cherry. Kids today, when going to Jr. High school, just don't know much about their bodies! They're thrown into this huge world with all of these changes with no knowledge of anything! I'm sure that some of your kids are already starting! They have to know early, or else they won't be able to function in the real world!" The superintendent stated as he frowned slightly, disappointed by Cheerilee's disapproval.
"But. . . I never had any sort of talk about this at a SCHOOL!" Cheerilee's voice rose as she increased her stance. "My mom and dad sat down with me and talked about it! I turned out just fine, though! Sure, I was a little bit of a geek in high school, what with braces and all, but I didn't turn out bad because I didn't sit in a class and have someone explain p-. . . p-. . . se-. . ." She fumbled at the words, words that had embarrassed her with even the thought of saying them. Ponyville had always been a very conservative place, where sex was something done by old married couples privately in their houses, never discussed by anyone. However, she knew that in other parts of the world, sex was something that was talked about frequently. She would hear news of her other teaching friends yelling at a student for checking out another female student, while another teacher told a story of a colt that. . . touched himself during class. . . She shivered at the thought.
"Yes, yes, Cherry, I understand your concern. However, you have to realize that these are growing times! We're not stuck living in your childhood now! When we were kids. . ." Cheerilee couldn't help but laugh. The superintendent was about twenty years older than her, and he spoke as if they were the same age. "Hush! Now, when we were kids, they never told us about that stuff. That's because we never thought of that stuff! Girls wore so much covering, none of the newspapers talked about it, and some ponies only knew what their lower body could do well after they graduated high school!" The superintendent blushed a little bit. "Anyways, point being, times are different, and it's more important that with a media that talks so much about sex, and how girls wear so little now, we must teach kids before they learn themselves and do wrong things!"
"We don't usually wear clothes." Cheerilee replied blandly.
"Exactly my point." The superintendent replied with a blank stare towards Cheerilee. There were seconds of silence before the superintendent opened his mouth again. "However. . . you actually look pretty nice. . . without those silly dresses. . ."
Cheerilee glared at the superintendent and slapped him across his face.
"Ah! Forgive me, madame! Ah. . . yes! Anyways, it's important that it is taught in schools so kids can be prepared to enter a world where sex is much more important than in our time!"
"Yes, but I still don't see why the parents can't just do it! I know it's embarrassing, but it's their job!"
"Well, that's also a thing of the changing times. Parents are a lot more busy now! What with womens rights and all, almost everyone's got a job somewhere! Family ties ain't all that strong now, but school ties are as strong and ever. More and more, colts and fillies are clinging onto their school friends rather than their parents. Don't you have kids like that?"
Cheerilee thought to herself. It WAS true, after all, kids weren't so close to their parents as they were before. Back when she was in school, she could go to anypony's house and meet their parents. Kids didn't need to go to their friend's houses because their parents were working, there wasn't really that much need for daycare or after school programs. However, she knew plenty of kids didn't have the same privilege that existed in the past. She had spoken so often with Filthy Rich, Diamond Tiara's father, about how hard it was to be close with his daughter. How would he be able to teach his little girl about sex? After all, it would have been awkward anyways! What, seeing that he's a stallion and she's a. . .
She couldn't remember a lot of kid's parents, now that she thought of it. At Back to School night, there were a good amount of parents, but she couldn't remember seeing Scootaloo's parents, or Applebloom's parents (Sure, she had her grandmother, but she wasn't sure if grandmas were really the kind of people to be telling grandchildren about the secrets of life. Grandparents were mostly there to make cookies and read bedtime stories. However. . . so many things have changed since she was a little filly.). The more and more she thought, the more and more parents that seemed incredibly distant. Some ponies didn't even live with their parents, but in their older sister's house! (Like in the case of Sweetie Belle. She knew for a fact that Rarity would give Sweetie Belle the complete wrong idea about sex, with her obsession of romance novels and finding her "Prince Charming" and all.)
"I see you agree." The superintendent chimed in as Cheerilee went deeper into her thoughts.
"Huzzawha? Oh. Um. . . yeah. . . I see. . . but what's so difficult about it!? It's just. . . putting a. . . pu. . . pe. . . " Cheerilee blushed a deep shade of red as she tried her hardest to say these horrifying words.
"Putting a penis inside of a vagina?" The superintendent replied calmly.
Cheerilee sighed a huge sigh of relief. "Yes! Yes!. . . That."
"Well, it's actually not. In our time, it was. A stallion found a mare that he loved, they got married, and they had children together. But in these changing times, there's so much more! There's more of a need for birth control, pregnancy prevention, pre-marital sex, homosexual activity, auto-eroticism, group sex, pornogra-"
"PLEASE STOP!" Cheerilee screamed. The superintendent looked back at her and noticed she had turned an incredibly deep shade of red, and was lying on the floor, covering her ears. "I-I-I. . . um. . . " She regained her balance and stood up once again. "I understand. . . the changes, I mean. . . no n-need to list them."
"Good." The superintendent replied calmly. "Anyways, imagine your kids not being informed of these sorts of things, and how to be careful and follow our traditional values!"
Cheerilee went into her mind again, knowing she would regret her thoughts.
"Wow, he's sooo big!" Diamond Tiara squealed as she laid on her bed, an older filly now in her high school years. The bed was filled with incredible luxury, with everything in a matching light-pink color, and only the highest quality pillows and blankets to warm her perfect body. She laid alone staring intently at a magazine, as an incredibly large stallion laid on a grass field, opening his legs as he laid on his back, obviously. . . excited to see the camera.
"I knoooow! Doesn't it just turn you on sooo much?" Silver Spoon exclaimed, rolling on the floor from her deep feelings inside.
"But daddy is SO mean! He found my dildo and took it away! He's soooo stupid!"
"I knooow! Like, you should have TOLD me, I would have brought mine!"
"Gaah. . . I want to feel him inside of me! I'm just so. . . so turned on!"
"Well. . . I think I have an idea!"
"W-Well what is it?!" Diamond Tiara quivered slightly from her discomfort as Silver Spoon got up from the ground and walked towards her bed.
"Well. . . if I just. . . " Silver Spoon giggled as she brought her snout closer to Diamond Tiara's rear end, which was lying in perfectly open view from her bed. She reached in closer, and closer, until she brought out her tongue and. . .
"EEEEEEEEEEK!" Cheerilee screamed, startling the birds near the window. "I. . . Oh, and what about Applebloom! Sweetie Belle! Scootaloo! They don't have their cutie marks yet! What if they. . . Then Snips and Snaps! They're growing boys, and they don't have good judgement at all! What if. . ." Cheerilee fell to the ground, overwhelmed with all of these thoughts of her students in their high school years. She imagined Scootaloo hanging around shady looking stallions, hoping to try some "new positions" to help her get her cutie mark. She imagined Snips and Snaps, grabbing some girl from the street and "playing a game" with her. She imagined Sweetie Belle, the most beautiful singer, using her mouth to. . . She could do nothing but cry as the thoughts would keep on piling in. "P-P-Please m-make them s-s-stoooop!" She screamed in agony.
"I'll. . . " The superintendent patted his hooves nervously. 'W-W-Well if you teach them, they won't do anything bad!"
Cheerilee began to slow down her tears and looked up at the superintendent, her eyes still watering. "I-I-I'll do it." she replied meekly. She sincerely didn't want to, but she had to do something, ANYTHING, for her kids. That was the point of being a teacher, making sacrifices for students.
"Good. Now, the course details are right here." The superintendent calmly replied as she gave Cheerilee a manila envelope, filled with papers on how to teach the class. "And. . . you know. . . " he blushed slightly. "If you ever need help. . . I know a lot. . . I could give you some pointers."
Cheerilee glared at the superintendent once again, still filled with tears from the thoughts of Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon. This was the absolute WORST time to ask her on a date, and especially in such a crude matter! She turned around immediately without giving a proper goodbye, and slammed the door behind her, carrying the manila envelope in her mouth, too flustered to put it in her bag.
She sighed as she reached her house, a small cottage that only she lived in, not too far from Sweet Apple Acres. She opened her door, somehow managing to fish her keys out of her bag with her envelope still in her mouth. She walked inside, threw the envelope at her couch, and sighed, soon placing herself on that same couch.
"What am I going to do. . . " Cheerilee sighed. She didn't know anything about sex! She never had a boyfriend, she never would talk with her school friends about it. . . she was still a virgin. She couldn't help but let out a few more tears. . . the kinds of things that she did for her students. . .
Suddenly, the sounds of a knock flew throughout the house.
"Miss Cheerilee! Ah've got those apples you wanted!" A surly, yet mellow voice called out. She shyly shuffled to the door, wiping a few tears here and there. She opened it and saw a large red stallion standing at her door, carrying a box of apples.
"Oh, you're so kind, Big Mac! Thank you! I've had a bit of a rough day, it's always so nice to have a kind pony like you make it better." Cheerilee smiled upon the sight of Big Mac.
"Mah pleasure, Cherry. What's gotcha down, though?" Big Mac asked, his eyes widening with concern.
"Nothing. . . it's just. . . it's about. . . " Cheerilee's voice went down to a low whisper, that she herself struggled to hear. "sex"
"SEX?!" Big Mac screamed, jumping back from the door.
"EEEP! DON'T SCREAM IT LIKE THAT!" Cheerilee yelled back, turning even redder than before (An accomplishment to the visible light spectrum for that to be possible).
"Ah'll tell ya hwhat, Cheerilee, yer a sweet gal and all, but ah am a pony of integrity, and ah ain't gonna be doin' none of that sex stuff with a mare that ah ain't married with, ya hear?" Big Mac explained, still forcefully but thankfully much quieter.
"Oh! No no no no no! Not like that! I didn't mean it. . . to you. . . having . . . and all" Cheerilee's tone continued to weaken out of fear. After all. . . Big Mac was a nicely built stallion. He was big, strong, faithful, conservative, helpful. . . and there must be a reason why they call him Big Ma-
Stop Cheerilee.
Cheerilee shivered in her thoughts of Big Mac. This sex ed stuff was really getting to her! She had admired Big Mac and all, but she never thought of anything. . . like that. It just felt so wrong to say "I don't want to have sex with you.", because in all honesty. . . she did.
"It's just that. . ." Cheerilee stated, trying her hardest not to lose the trust of Big Mac. "They're making me teach this class about it at school. . . and I don't want to! It's just that. . . they're making me! Think of what would happen if they didn't learn about it! Like, I know it's a job for parents but still! Like, what about your parents! They didn't have time to teach you, right?!"
Big Mac and Cheerilee stood in silence. His lips quivered as his eyes widened, his strong gaze loosening to a helpless look of fear.
"Oh Celestia. . . I forgot. . . I'm. . . so sorry." Cheerilee meekly stated, seeing Big Mac's weakening state.
"It's fine, Miss. But yeah. . . ma and pa left us before ah got to. . . that age. Granny Smith probably wouldn't wanna teach that, and AJ and I. . . well. . . you know how. . ."
"Shy?"
"Soft spoken" Big Mac corrected Cheerilee, biting his lip once again. ". . . soft spoken I am, 'specially 'bout subjects like that. AJ's a big girl too, but she's still just a kid. She doesn't know much bout that, and she definitely can't be teachin' our lil' sis about that stuff." There was a moment of silence as Big Mac pondered on the issue. "Ya know. . . maybe this class thing ain't so bad. It's a good thing you're doin' fer us. Most folks ain't got no time to be talkin' bout that with their kiddos."
"I guess, but Mac, it's so embarrassing! We never learned about this when we were in school! Sure, you're a little bit younger than me, so maybe you found out some stuff, but I never really learned that much about it! Plus, using such. . . language around the kids! They'll start using it too, and then everyone will start using it! Parents will hear "Oh, Little Applebloom said p. . . p. . . "
There was an air of tenseness and awkwardness as Cheerilee attempted to state the word. She was expecting Big Mac to say the word for her, but he stood silently, probably too nervous to say those kinds of words either.
"Paperclip. That's the word. They'll say "It's your fault that our little daughter has such a desire to eat paperclip!" Cheerilee belted out in frustration.
Big Mac flinched, knowing what Cheerilee was trying to say, and imagining little Applebloom, the sweetest filly in town. . .
"Oh no, I'm so sorry! It's just that. . . it's so hard to be calm! They're putting all of this pressure on me!. . . I need help."
"Ya. . . ya wanna come over and. . . ah'm sure AJ and I could help. You could even practice teachin' Applebloom." Big Mac stated nervously. His tone implied that he would rather Applebloom only think that her rear end was used for the bathroom, but he knew that things had to be done. Applejack had to go through the same experience as a child (Except most of her teachings were given by Rarity, with her romance novels, making AJ think of sex as a "girly pretty foo foo thing"), and Applebloom would have to do the same.
"Oh, that would be lovely!" Cheerilee stated, relieved by his offer. She ran back inside and placed her manila envelope in a bag, and ran back out to meet the large red stallion.
An awkward air filled the two of them, as they walked away from the small cottage and towards Sweet Apple Acres. Both of them were thinking now heavily about this weird institution. . . sex. They made sure not to get too close to each other as they averted eye contact.
She's an awfully pretty mare.
He's an awfully handsome stallion.
They reached the barn after an uneventful walk down a dirt road filled with nothing but apple trees.
Cheerilee sighed, looking back to her small manila envelope. She hadn't even really opened it and seen the contents, but she knew that she was in for an adventure.
"IS THAT MISS CHEERILEE!?" Applebloom's voice screamed from inside of the barn.
"Someone kill me" Cheerilee sighed to herself, knowing that this would probably be her worst moment in life. She had to get it over with, though. She walked inside after Big Mac opened the door and sat down with him on the small couch.
"Now, let's get started. . ." Cheerilee shyly spoke as she opened the manila envelope, and pulled out the contents.
Author's Note
This is currently self-edited. However, I will work on getting a dedicated editor if people like this. If not, then the story will fizzle out :(.
