"FIFTY MORE WING-UPS. NOW!" Spitfire yelled in my ear, which I am sure made me deaf.

"Go. Fuck. Your. Self," I grunted.

The first peaceful night that I have had in this god damn world was interrupted by an orange hardass before the sun was even in the sky. She threw me off of the most comfortable bed in all of existence and dragged me into a gym-like room with; a bunch of weights, hard mats, mirrors galore, and a door to a shower room. I could tell her manor was big from the outside, but the inside was just ridiculous -- especially the trophy room she forced me through.

"I CAN'T HEAR YOU!" She screamed.

"Go!" I did another fucking wing up. "Fuck!" Two more. "Your!" Last one. "SELF!"

I laid down on my belly on the sweat covered mat glaring at the slave driver. She returned my gesture with a smug look before using her wings to write something on a sheet of paper. As much as I want to murder her in her sleep. I am stuck with her for the time being.

"Good job squirt. That's; 250 wing-ups, 500 crunches, 150 regular push-ups, and 1000 trot-tips," she smirked smugly, "with that much endurance, you might be as strong as me in a few hundred years."

"Go... To... Hell... You... Cheap... Bic... Lighter... " I said through struggling breaths.

"You're already here~" she patted my head in a mockingly motherly tone that made me want to punch her face, but I was too tired from her four morning hours of hell.

"Yay," I halfheartedly fist pumped.

The day went by as followed: I worked out till I collapsed, I ate a balanced meal of salad and got lost in Spitfires oversized trophy room she calls a 'house.' Spitfire left me in the care of one of her maids while she trains with the Wonderbolts for the summer tour. Not that I minded all that much. They were nice. While I learned about the world in her study room, which looked like a mock version of the library in the Sunbutts Castle.

I smiled as a pure white pegasus, with baby blue eyes walked into the study. She had a feather duster cutie mark. Her name was Feather Flight. Her mane was like a fluffy white cloud that was smoothed out in a slutty way over her left eye. I couldn't quite tell what was attractive in Equestria, but that didn't stop my body from blushing like a little school girl at prom at the sight of her.

She carried with one of her wings a silver tray with a steaming cup of coffee. She placed it on an end table beside a pile of books that I was looking through. She gave me a soft smile while looking at what I was reading.

"Science, Geology, History, Mathematics, Art, Weatherology, Architecture, Archology and Music theory 101," Feather mumbled as I took a sip of the brown nectar of the gods. "Miss Rose? May I ask why you are exploring these subjects? They seem to be for a much higher age level than what most foals at your age can comprehend?"

(Did I mention her voice is like liquid chocolate, whip cream, and angel sex all in one?)

"I'm just trying to compare what I already know and what I don't know and not surprisingly," I threw the music theory book onto the pile of books. "I know most of it."

"I highly doubt that Miss Rose," she deadpanned in disbelief. I gave her a cheeky smile and pulled out the math book and opened up to the Rational Quadratics page. If this is a university textbook, then my high school life was my university here. I showed her the page and asked her to make me the hardest question she could come up with while I pulled out a piece of paper, quill and inkwell while I waited. 'Did she just pull out a calculator from her mane?' I thought as she finished her question that she wrote down on the page. She gave me a smirk at what she wrote.

3 plus the square root of 6M - 26 = M. What is the sum?

"Really?" I frowned in disappointment. I already knew the answer because this very question was an example that was used in my school to the point of death.

"Yes, really," she smiled brightly at her accomplishment. I rolled my eyes and wrote down the two possible answers.

0=m squared - 12M +35 or M=5 or M=7

"Too easy," I smiled as her cheeky grin died as her jaw dropped through the world into Prance.

"H-h-h-how? T-that was the final question for my Advanced Mathematics Masters degree?" she said looking at me like she was about to cry that a little filly is smarter than her.

"It's okay for you to be upset but that question was not hard for me. I bet I could make a harder question than that in a few minutes."

"No you can't," she challenged trying to hold onto her pride. 'Time to end it with Rocket Science.' I grinned.

I wrote down a half a page question of how much energy it would take to leave the atmosphere with a typical shuttle rocket at the most optimal time of day on the page. Poor Feather saw the question and began sweating like she just ran a marathon, with an anvil tied to each leg. She hesitantly picked up the quill which was trembling like crazy.

I took a sip of her wonderful coffee while I watched her struggle with it like her life depended on it. After a couple of minutes had passed and my cup was empty she wiped away the sweat with a long breath of relief and handed me her work with the snobbiest smile on the planet.

Blaa, blaa, blaa, Its all wrong.

"Feather Flight," she smiled a grin that would make Pinkie Pie proud.

"It's all wrong."

"A-all w-wrong?" she stuttered.

"Yes," I said grabbing a piece of paper. She watched me in silence as I solved the question with ease. Once I was done, I handed her my work where she started to cry and whine that she was stupid and that her student debt was all for nothing.

"Fifty thousand bits of debt for a degree that a filly *Sniffle* can do," she cried. "I'm stupid, my life is over!"

"You're not stupid Feather," I tried to cheer her up, "I just had a better education, that's all." She looked up at me with tears streaming down her face. Her entire world was destroyed with one question that I regret for ever making and solving.

"B-B-B-but? How could you know that" she pointed to the piece of paper, "how can anyone calculate the speed and trajectory of a giant object traveling twenty times the speed of sound from a ninety-degree launching point with a type of fuel that hasn't even been invented yet?" She sniffled some more while she stared at the floor.

"I wish I could tell you, but doing so would cause me to figure out how to make such an object and launching it just to prove it aaaand, I don't have the millions of bits to pay for it,"

"I'm *Sniffle* stupid. Stupid Feather. Stupid, stupid, stupid," she mumbled. 'Okay, now she is starting to scare me,' I thought. I flutter off of my chair and gave the poor mare a hug. "You are not stupid," I said stroking her mane.

"Yes, I am."

"No, you are not and if you keep putting yourself down I won't teach you the stuff that no university would ever teach you," I smiled. She pulled away from me and looked me straight in the eyes. I gave her a smile and booped her nose.

"Okay?" She nodded in response.

Spitfire walked into her abode and was greeted by no one. 'Strange, usually Feather Flight was waiting at the door after a practice?' Figuring that the kid was taking up her time. She decided to look for the two. She searched around her manor in the places that the two would most likely be, but she couldn't find them. It wasn't until she heard a noise of frustration coming from her private study as she walked passed it on the way to the kitchen.

Spitfire walked into her study and saw a strange sight. Sitting at her desk was Feather Flight writing something down on a piece of paper with a couple of her old Clousdale U textbooks beside her. On top of the books was the devil herself wearing a fake pair of glasses spouting numbers and words that didn't make any sense.

She crept closer out of curiosity, listening in on the conversation. "Math, math, math, blaa, blaa, math," Rose explained. Feather wrote it down while still listening in on what Rose was saying. She crept even closer to the point she was leaning over Feather watching what she was writing down. Rose noticed her and took a break from the nonsense she was spouting on about parabolas, frequency and X/Y coordinate plains being used to calculate the speed it would take to achieve zero-gs. 'What the hell is this about?' she thought, trying to figure out the point of all this.

"Oh!" Feather gasped, "Miss Spitfire I didn't see you there. How may I help you?" Spitfire glanced at the piece of paper, littered with numbers, then to Rose smiling away.

"What are you doing?"

"Oh, Miss Rose is teaching me Advanced Calculus. Why?"

"Advanced Calculus?" she frowned, "How is this 'Advanced Calculus?'"

"Simple," Rose smiled, "She is learning how to achieve a sonic rain boom by creating the optimal parabolic pressure bubble around yourself, thus, cutting air resistance in half, improving efficiency by fifty percent and removing drag altogether. In other words. You suck, I rule."

"B-but, that's impossible!" she exclaimed, taking the sheet of paper and looked it over hoping to prove her wrong, but after a minute and relooking over and over again. She looked at Rose, eye twitching in disbelief.

"Sucks to be you. Go back to school scrub," Rose snarked.

"..."

And she fainted... and twitching.