Cruel Curriculum

    *Chirp……chirp……chirp……chirp……*

       This was all that could be heard throughout Ponyville the majority of the morning.  It was Monday, and naturally, Monday meant sadness and boredom all across the community from dawn to dusk.

       Seldom could a pony be seen walking anywhere on the streets unless they were on their way to or from work.  No colts or fillies were anywhere to be seen, since they were all bundled up in their households in preparation for school, which was to start at precisely noon.  However, there was one filly in particular who had something important to do.

       Scootaloo sped by the main road in the center of Ponyville on her scooter, using her tiny wings as an engine.  On a stationary day like this, she didn’t have to worry about pesky pedestrians or stray objects.  The roads were clear, the sky was blue, and the horizon looked ready for domination.  The energetic filly smiled, bit her lip, and accelerated over a parked wheelbarrow.

       She jumped the object like a ramp, soaring through the sky for a brief, blissful moment before gliding back down to the ground.  Upon finishing her trick, she glanced over next to her, and found Rainbow Dash swimming on the air next to her.

       “Not bad, Scoots.  That scooter really takes you places, doesn’t it?”  The grown pegasus remarked.

       Scootaloo gasped.  “Oh, Rainbow Dash!  I need to ask you something important!”

       “Shoot.”

       “Well, I have to be at the schoolhouse in about half an hour, and I got a small request from Ms. Cheerilee.”

       “Shouldn’t be anything I can’t handle, right?”  Rainbow Dash replied, chuckling softly.

       Scootaloo chuckled back.  “Nah, it shouldn’t be.  We were told on Friday that today was going to be the start of our Reproductive Unit, and Ms. Cheerilee wanted me to ask if you and your five friends could attend the lecture.  She knew you guys were famous around here and all, and figured you would be the best candidates for answering questions and giving assistance.”  She explained.

       Rainbow Dash’s ears drooped.  Her smile faded, and her wings folded at their sides.  She glanced back and forth, surveying awkwardly for any listeners.

       “Uh…reproduction?  You do know what that is, right Scoots?”  The mare stuttered.

       Scootaloo shrugged.  “Not really.  Ms. Cheerilee just asked that we be mature about it, and take the subject seriously.”

       Rainbow Dash laughed awkwardly and nervously.  Scootaloo grinned from ear to ear as she looked up at her idol, unaware of the gravity of the subject she was apt to inherit.

       “Uh…sure, Scoot.  I’ll attend your lesson.  If your peers really want the info from the most awesome pony in Equestria, I’ll humor them with my presence.”  She answered sort-of-confidently.

       “Aw, sweet!  You’re the best, Rainbow Dash!”  Scootaloo beamed.  She hopped on her scooter, and flew off to the library to ask her next unknowing victim.  Rainbow Dash sighed in exasperation, and trotted off toward the schoolhouse.

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       Scootaloo continued to ask Rainbow Dash’s friends about the occasion one by one.  Most of them were loyal and trustworthy, and were very open to the idea of helping out the school.  Pinkie Pie was a little too eager, and Rarity was a little less eager.  Nonetheless, they all pretty much agreed to attend.  Scootaloo’s last errand…was to ask Fluttershy.

       Scootaloo chose to ask Fluttershy last because she was the furthest away from the populated area of Ponyville.  Also, she just happened to be the closest in the schoolhouse’s direction.

       After a leisurely ride along the trails, Scootaloo arrived at Fluttershy’s cottage along the edge of the Everfree Forest.  She wore an enthusiastic smile as she jumped off of her scooter and approached the front door.  Of all ponies, Fluttershy was sure to attend the lecture!

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       “You want me to do WHAT?”

       “Attend the lecture for our Reproductive Unit today.  I already asked all of your friends, and they’re going to go to it for Ms. Cheerilee’s sake!”  Scootaloo restated.

       “Oh goodness……reproduction?  I don’t know if I could listen to such a…vulgar subject…”  Fluttershy uttered.

       “What’s so vulgar about it?  Your friends didn’t seem to mind it that much.”  Scootaloo asked in confusion.

       “It’s just so…touchy-feely and…personal.  I get very uncomfortable learning about that kind of thing.”  Fluttershy explained.

       “I don’t get it.  What does that mean?”

       “…Oh, I forgot.  You haven’t learned about it yet yourself.  You’ll just have to see at the presentation.”  The butter pegasus stated.

       “Oh c’mon, Fluttershy!  It wouldn’t be the same without you!”  Scootaloo pleaded.  “It can’t be that bad!  All of your friends will be there, too!”

       “Oh…I just don’t know if I could…”

       “Pleeeaaase?  For me?  For our class?  For your friends?  For Ms. Cheerilee?”

       Fluttershy swallowed a heavy load.  She took a deep breath to relax her anxiety, and responded calmly, “Oh…fine.  I guess I could go for this one thing.”

       “Yay!  Thank you so much, Fluttershy!  You rock!”  Scootaloo cheered.

       “Okay, let’s try to be modest.  Show me the way to the schoolhouse.”  Fluttershy said timidly.

       “Alright, then!  Try to keep up!”  Scootaloo warned.  She hopped on her scooter, started up her wings, and took off at high speed.  Fluttershy yelped, and took off after her as fast as her wings were able to take her.

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       By the time Scootaloo had arrived with Fluttershy, the bell on top of the schoolhouse had begun to ring.  It was officially twelve o clock noon.  Ms. Cheerilee stood outside the classroom door with the entirety of the class, who talked curiously amongst each other in a wave of sound.  Twilight, Pinkie Pie, Rainbow Dash, Applejack, and Rarity stood off to the side with Applebloom and Sweetie Belle, talking about their weekend.  They gasped when Scootaloo and Fluttershy came into view.

       “Scootaloo, there y’all are!  What took ya so long, exactly?”  Applebloom asked.

       “I just had to convince Miss Timid Hooves over there to come to the lecture with us.  I don’t know why reproduction is such a scary subject to everypony.”  Scootaloo responded with a shrug.

…

       Twilight greeted Fluttershy as soon as she arrived at the schoolhouse.  The group of friends crowded around with her, sharing the details of their weekends with each other before the lecture was to start.

       “I don’t know, guys.  I’m just…really nervous about this ‘Reproductive Unit’.  I never learned it back in high school, and I’m sure it’ll be very unnerving to me to learn about how ponies…do it.”  Fluttershy mentioned.

       “Oh, don’t be so worried, Flutters.  Reproduction is nothing to be shy about.  It’s something all of us do, like digestion or respiration.  It’s part of the organizational structure of nature.”  Twilight explained.

       “True, but it does have that personal aspect to it that I guess just…doesn’t get talked about among folks like Fluttershy.”  Applejack added.

       “I have to admit; it caught me by surprise when Scoots told me about it.  But I think this’ll be cool to see.  Gonna be good listening to somepony else have to explain it!”  Rainbow Dash smirked.

       “Rainbow Dash, you do realize that we were all called here to HELP explain it, right?”  Rarity asked with concern.

       “…Uh……you sure?”  Rainbow Dash stuttered in response.

…

       Right then, Ms. Cheerilee trotted up to the group.  They turned to face her, and they smiled at each other professionally.

       “Alright, ladies, are you ready?  I’m just about to let these young ones into the schoolhouse.”  The magenta teacher announced.

       “Ready as we’ll ever be, Ms. Cheerilee.”  Twilight replied.

       “Yippee!  What a neat rhyme!”  Pinkie Pie gleefully exclaimed.  Rarity rolled her eyes.

       Fluttershy whimpered quietly.  “Can…can I get a bathroom break?”

       Groans of impatience were shared amongst the group.  Applejack and Rarity implanted their faces in their hooves.

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       Ms. Cheerilee unlocked the doors, and the mob of excited students rushed inside the schoolhouse.  They set their backpacks on the floor by the door one by one, and proceeded to their seats to begin the day.  Applebloom, Sweetie Belle, and Scootaloo were the last of the students to enter the building.  They were followed by Ms. Cheerilee and the Elements of Harmony.  Upon being the last one inside, Applejack closed the door gently behind her.

       Applebloom reluctantly took her usual seat next to Diamond Tiara.  Diamond Tiara smirked at her hostilely.

       “Hey there, Blank Flank.  Sure you can handle an ADULT subject like this?”  She taunted.  She laughed with Silver Spoon, who was sitting next to her on the other side.

       “I reckon I know more ‘bout reproduction than you ever will in your entire life.”  Applebloom replied sternly.

       The truth was, Applebloom knew nothing of the topic.  She simply used that as a response to Diamond Tiara’s constant harassing.  At the rate of which she was setting herself up, she would have to be on her top game in case any questions got asked.

…

       Diamond Tiara just laughed again.  Their quarrel was interrupted, however, when Ms. Cheerilee stood up in front of the class, and cleared her throat.

       “Alright class, are we ready to begin?”  She asked happily.

       The class responded with a loud, simultaneous, “Yes!”

       “Alright then!  Today begins the first day of our Reproductive Unit.  Now, I know you all are very young, so this will not apply to you for many years.  But I just need to teach it to you so you know more about it when your time comes around.”  Ms. Cheerilee explained with a smile.  “Now, who knows the Elements of Harmony?”

       Hooves all over the classroom shot up in the air all at once.  Big grins coated the faces of the young ponies who were affiliated with the six famous Bearers.  If one looked around the room, they would see that not a single hoof was down.

       “Well, I actually have them here with us today to help me teach this unit to you!  They’re standing in the back, and they’ll be there throughout instruction to answer any questions or add comments.  Come now; let’s welcome them!”

       All of the students in the schoolhouse turned around in their seats to see the six ponies standing in the back.  Rapturous applause erupted in the building as the six stood modestly on the receiving end.  They smiled casually, and waved their hooves.

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       “Okay, now let’s have one of them help me pass out papers here for note-taking.  As I teach, I’ll have you all fill in your papers with little summaries and reminders to help you on the test this Friday.  For you lazy ones out there, don’t worry.  I will not be checking or grading these sheets.  These are simply for you to keep track of information and organize it clearly for yourself.  Write, draw diagrams, doodle, whatever.”  Ms. Cheerilee instructed.

       A couple stray giggles could be heard around the room.  Twilight Sparkle stepped forward from the back, and grabbed half of the paper stack with her magic.  Then, she proceeded to pass them around the room with Ms. Cheerilee to get the lesson started.

       As the papers were distributed to the desks, the students picked up their writing utensils and began to jot a few things down on them.  Twilight was satisfied to see all of the young, eager ponies jumping into the opportunity to learn.  If only they knew what they were about to get into.

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       “Alright, I see that everyone looks ready, so I’ll get started.”  Ms. Cheerilee began, clearing her throat.

       Twilight walked back to the room to join her nervous friends.  It was time for an interesting afternoon.

       “Okay, let me start with a simple fact.  All of you, the six in the back, and I entered this world as just teeny little foals.  Would you agree?”

       The class nodded in unison.  Some students were already writing notes.

       “This unit teaches how we were all given life.  It is accepted as a process by nature, one that was designed to keep a species like ours running.  The process requires one mare, and one stallion.  This is why all of you have a mom AND a dad.  No one is born without one of each.”  Ms. Cheerilee began.

       Twilight stared around the room as students began frantically jotting down bits of information.  She was thoroughly impressed by how dedicated and advanced the class seemed.  The alicorn expected Ms. Cheerilee to talk slow, and with simple words so the class could understand.  Instead, the teacher taught her class with more a complex structure, and they surprisingly understood.

…

       Ms. Cheerilee continued after giving the class a chance to copy down the info.

       “Now usually, when a mare and a stallion love each other and get married, what do they decide to do?”

       A student raised her hoof, and was called on by Ms. Cheerilee.  “They have foals and start a family?”

       “Exactly!  Good answer!  So, as she said, married couples are the ones that produce foals, not cabbage patches.”  She joked.  The class giggled softly.

       Rainbow Dash leaned in toward Applejack.  “A lot of NON-married couples seem to have foals, too.”  She whispered.  Applejack nodded solemnly.

       The teacher resumed.  “When broken down anatomically, the female and the male have different roles to play in producing a foal.  The basis of these roles lies in a subject known to scientists as sexual reproduction.  Has anyone heard this term before?”

       The class became deathly silent.  No one raised their hoof.

       “Okay, I expected this.  This is probably your first time ever hearing about the subject, and that’s perfectly acceptable.  We’re going to start this topic off with the anatomy of the female reproductive system, so if you want, you can make a branch for it on your notes.”

       Almost everyone in the class obediently followed Ms. Cheerilee’s orders.  To be honest, most of the adults in the room expected the students to slack and decide not to do their notes.

       Rarity leaned forward a bit to observe a male student’s note page.  At the top, he had the intro information mentioned earlier.  Then, he had a T-chart drawn, with one side headed as “female”, and the other side as “male”.  It was a pretty good form of organization.

…

       Ms. Cheerilee pulled down a prepared diagram of the female anatomy in front of the chalk board.  It showed a transparent outline, with only the brain and the reproductive organs showing on the inside.  Some students displayed confusion on their faces.

       “Now, the female’s role in reproduction is to receive genetic information from the male, and use it to create a foal directly within her.  This is done with the organs you see here.”  Ms. Cheerilee explained, pointing her hoof to the lower abdomen of the diagram.  “The process is commonly known as pregnancy.”

       Ms. Cheerilee intentionally started her lecture off very vague.  Her purpose was to start small, and work her way into the more “detailed picture”.  As a result, many hooves went into the air.

       “Would you six in the back kindly help me out with questions?”  Ms. Cheerilee asked the Elements.

…

       Twilight, Pinkie Pie, Rarity, Applejack, and Rainbow Dash split up to answer some of the students’ questions.  Fluttershy stood quivering against the back wall.

       Rainbow Dash trotted up to a filly with her hoof up by the side of the classroom.  She leaned down, and smiled at the student.

       “Got anything to ask?”

       “Um…could I have Fluttershy answer my question?”  The filly asked shyly.

       Rainbow Dash sighed, and turned toward the back of the room to face Fluttershy.  Fluttershy looked up at her with fearful eyes.  Rainbow Dash gestured for the mare with her hoof to avoid disrupting the lecture.

       Fluttershy trudged nervously toward the filly’s desk where Rainbow Dash was standing.  Rainbow Dash signaled for Fluttershy to go ahead once she had arrived.  Then, she walked away to answer a different question.

       Fluttershy took a deep breath, and leaned down toward the filly.  “Y…yes?”

       The student continued with her question.  “What does Ms. Cheerilee mean by, ‘genetic information’?”

       Fluttershy swallowed hard.  “Well, y…you see, the information is produced by the…uh…male, during their ‘special time’.  It’s contained in a certain, um…fluid.  You’ll hear more about it later.”  She stuttered.

       Although Fluttershy had no formal education on the subject of reproduction, she had picked up a lot of the details from observing the behavior of her animals.  It wasn’t the prettiest sight to observe, but it was one she took responsibility for.  After all, it was all part of care.

       The student nodded, and began to scribble some of it down on her notepad.  She still looked a little confused from Fluttershy’s vague explanation.  Fluttershy shivered, and slowly stepped backwards toward the wall where she had been.

       Rainbow Dash slapped her on the back, causing her to yelp in surprise.

       “Nailed it, Shy.  First egg in the basket.”

       Fluttershy chuckled nervously.  This wasn’t going to look like a fun afternoon.

…

       As these events unfolded, Ms. Cheerilee advanced with her explanation.  At this point, to her surprise, the class remained calm.  It was only a matter of time, however, until she had to start using words and explanations of discomfort.

       “The different organs of the female reproductive system are included in this list, which you might want to copy down.”  She began.  The class got their utensils ready.  “The ovaries, the fimbria, the fallopian tubes, the uterus, the cervix, the vagina, and the vulva.”

       Several pairs of eyes widened.  Ms. Cheerilee bit her bottom lip as she surveyed the class, checking for any lost minds.  So far, her class remained intact.  However, a couple hooves went up with questions, to which the Elements standing in the back split to go answer on cue.

       “The process begins here in the ovaries, where egg cells are produced.  Egg cells contain half of the information needed to create a new foal.  Often during a month, a cell will travel through the fallopian tubes toward the uterus.”

       Ms. Cheerilee continued her explanation in thorough detail.  A few ponies found themselves cringing, while a few found themselves grinning.  It depended on the mind of the student.

…

       More questions arose, and were prompted by the assistants.  Without having to stop for questions, Ms. Cheerilee carried on with the lecture.  She covered everything in the curriculum, from the menstrual cycle to fertilization to pregnancy.  To her astonishment, everything went perfectly routine.

       She finished up with the last statement.  “And thus, after the approximate ten-month period, a new foal is born.  This, of which, wraps up the female portion of today’s lesson.  Does anyone have any last-minute questions?”

       The class was completely silent.  A few jaws hung open slightly.  The Elements in the back stood awkwardly in suspense.  The male portion and the intercourse portion haven’t even started yet.

       Diamond Tiara chuckled rudely again.  Applebloom glanced at her in suspicion.

       “What’s so funny?”  She whispered.

       “Oh nothing, Blank Flank.  I just think you or your friends have nothing to worry about.  This won't be happening to you anytime soon.”  She insulted.

       “Hey!  What makes you think you can say something so rude?”  Applebloom shouted.

       Everyone in the building directed their attention to the bitter enemies to see what the commotion was about.  Ms. Cheerilee raised an eyebrow.

       “Excuse me?  What’s going on over here?”  She asked assertively.

       “Diamond Tiara said I’ll never be able to have kids!”  Applebloom blurted.  Multiple peers in the classroom cooed amongst each other in shock.

       “What’re you talking about, Applebloom?  I’d never say something so cruel!”  Diamond Tiara countered.

       Ms. Cheerilee glared suspiciously at Diamond Tiara, who grinned innocently.

       “You’d better not be saying anything hurtful, Diamond Tiara.  This is a very unstable subject for some ponies, and I certainly don’t need you making it worse for anypony.  I’ll be watching you from here on out.”  She scolded.

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       After an intimidating moment in the classroom, Ms. Cheerilee began on the male portion of the Reproductive Unit.  The Elements in the back squirmed uneasily, readying themselves for the difficult part of the topic.  Learning about their own sex was one thing, but witnessing the other one was going to be tough.  Especially for someone with an overly-sensitive libido.

       Fluttershy covered her eyes as Ms. Cheerilee pulled down another diagram from the chalkboard.  The diagram showed a cutaway image of the male reproduction system, focused directly on the pelvic area.  Once the class could figure out what the figure was showing, it became silent again.

       “Now, as I mentioned earlier, females cannot get pregnant without first receiving genetic information from the male.  The information is stored in a cell called sperm, which is produced by the testes right here.”  She explained, pointing to the corresponding area on the diagram.

       Applejack nudged Fluttershy.  “Pay attention, sugarcube.  You’re going to need to know this to be able to help.”

       “I…I can’t…”  She muttered in response.

       “C’mon, Fluttershy, are you gay or something?  Seein’ a dick cannot be the end of Equestria!”  Rainbow Dash whispered firmly.

…

       This caused Rarity to impulsively slap Rainbow Dash across the face.  Rainbow Dash interjected, obviously, at a rather concerning volume.  Ms. Cheerilee stopped her lecture, and the entire class turned around.

       “Ladies, I thought this wasn’t going to be a problem.”  She chided.

       “Hey, it wasn’t my fault!  I didn’t decide for Rarity to go and HIT me like that!”  Rainbow Dash whined.

       A few giggles could be heard plaguing the atmosphere.  Apparently the scene was causing entertainment for the group of focused scholars.  Ms. Cheerilee stared at the group sternly, and raised an eyebrow.

       “Rarity?”

       “Yes, Miss?”

       “How about you come up here and teach the rest of this Unit?  I’ll stand back here and observe quietly with the rest of the Elements.”  Ms. Cheerilee suggested.

       “I would really not like that, ma’am.”  Rarity stated boldly.

       “Well I’m sure the entirety of this class did not enjoy getting rudely interrupted by your shenanigans.  I’m also sure Rainbow Dash did not enjoy getting slapped for making a simple comment.”  Ms. Cheerilee replied.

       “It wasn’t exactly a simple…”

       “That does not matter.  It’s your turn to teach.  Please make your way up here.”

…

       A massive blush coated Rarity’s face as she trudged up to the front to replace Ms. Cheerilee.  Twilight covered her mouth with her hoof, and gasped.  Rainbow Dash did the same, trying with every fiber of her being to not burst out in hearty laughter.

       A frightened chill ran down the unicorn’s spine as she glared at the diagram on the board.  She now found herself in front of her friends, a certified teacher, and two dozen young students.  They were all expecting to hear a sex lecture.

       She swallowed hard, and trembled before beginning.

       “Um…hello, students.  I guess…I will be teaching you from here on out.  My name’s Rarity.”

       “Get to the point.”  Ms. Cheerilee interrupted.

       “So…as your teacher previously mentioned, females have to……receive genetic information before they can get…um…pregnant.  As you now know, that is the male’s job.”  She began.

       Rainbow Dash was in silent hysterics.  Twilight stared at her dear friend with a look of frightened concern.  Applejack and Fluttershy just stood with their mouths open.

       “So anyway, the information is produced here, in the…uh…t…testes.  During…you know…sexual intercourse, the sperm cells containing it travel through these…tubes, and exit out the……the……t…the…”

      Rainbow Dash’s face was red.  Her smile was so massive; her hooves were unable to mask it.  She practically rippled in place trying to keep from laughing with thunderous magnitude.  Fluttershy’s face was also red, but for an entirely different reason.

…

       “The what?”  Ms. Cheerilee demanded.

       “The……penis?”  Rarity stuttered.

       Rainbow Dash couldn’t do it.  Suddenly, to break the agonizing awkward silence, she exploded with monstrous laughter.  Her hooves flew away from her face, and she crumpled to the floor with gasps for air.  Once again, the entire class turned around to survey the commotion.

       Rarity’s face was redder than Big Mac when working out in the field during July.  She covered her face with her hoof, relieved to be out of the spotlight for a precious few minutes.

       Ms. Cheerilee was not happy.  “Well, Rainbow Dash, apparently you have proven yourself to lack self-control as well.  And here I thought you six were going to HELP me with this Unit.”

       “I’m sorry Cheerilee, I just…pfft HAHAHAHA!!!”  Rainbow Dash babbled before cracking up once again.

       “Rainbow Dash, please go stand up there next to Rarity.  I want to see what you know, too.”  She ordered.

       Rainbow Dash stopped suddenly.  “Wait…what?”

       “Go.  Impress us.”

…

        With a sudden unexpected defeat over her head, Rainbow Dash began to waddle to the front of the room.  The remaining four, Applejack, Fluttershy, Twilight, and Pinkie Pie, huddled close together in the back with fear of having to join them.

       Rainbow Dash arrived at the front next to Rarity and the diagram.  She planted her hooves on the floor, and breathed heavily.

       “Go on.  Repeat what Rarity just explained.”

       The pegasus breathed again, and began boldly.  “Sperm, containing the genetic stuff needed for the foal, travels through those tube-thingies during sex and through the di…er, I mean…penis.”

       Ms. Cheerilee nodded her head once, very slowly.  Rainbow Dash sighed lightly, relieved to be done.  But then, Ms. Cheerilee spoke.

       “You forgot something.”

       “…What?”

      “What has to happen before the sperm can exit the penis?”

       Rainbow Dash suddenly began to sweat.  She stuttered inaudibly, trying desperately to formulate an intelligent response.  This was like test-taking all over again, except there were tons of witnesses.

       Applejack signaled for Rainbow Dash from the back of the room.  Rainbow Dash squinted to get a view of her farm friend from the front of the room.  Applejack mouthed a few words, and made a rising motion with her hoof.

       Rainbow Dash’s face tensed up when she caught Applejack’s message.  She looked back at Ms. Cheerilee, who was staring at her sternly.  Rarity was staring at her, too.

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       “Uh…the male has to get a boner?”  She uttered.

       The class erupted into laughter.  The atmosphere was immediately lightened as the humor of the moment surged through the students.  Applejack even covered her face with her hoof, trying to conceal a sudden smile.  Ms. Cheerilee groaned in exasperation.

       “Settle down, class!”  She turned to Rainbow Dash.  “What’s the scientific term for it?  We don’t use slang in here.”

       A pit began to form in Rainbow Dash’s stomach.  Her sweating intensified as the entire class stared at her with anticipation.  The answer was not coming to her, and she knew if she didn’t say something, she would be a Ponyville laughing stock.

…

       “Um…pass?”

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       Suddenly, Rainbow Dash sat up in her bed with a sudden jerk.  She rubbed her head, and groaned groggily.  What the hell just happened?

       She looked around, and saw the interior confinements of her bedroom.  She looked down, and saw herself lying in bed, drenched with perspiration.  Her sheets and covers were rather damp.

       “Oh, thank Celestia.  It was just a nightmare…”  She breathed.

       Her stomach gurgled.  She regurgitated a bit, and placed a hoof up to her mouth.  Gagging, she got out of bed and sprinted to the bathroom to go throw up. Next Chapter: Much-Needed Rest (Solo) Estimated time remaining: 13 Minutes