The school started as usual. Well, aside from the classes starting a bit later. I guess teachers were getting ready after their own week of fun, and especially the last night. Truth be told, I could hear moans coming from somewhere. Now they're gone but I know just how sex-filled heat week is.

I started getting more looks from fillies. Like, a lot more. I could even see their tails rising from time to time. Am I that handsome? I mean, I'm certainly not ugly. A tall, slim stallion with a healthy figure... Aside from being tall, there's not much going on. Other colts I see around aren't too bad themselves, and if my sexuality was a bit towards untraditional, I'd absolutely love to get some sexy times with them.

It's not gay to call people of your sex handsome, shut up. And even if it is (which it's not), you should have no problem with it.

Anyway, there's really nothing too special about me that would make me so attractive. Well, my horn's long, but so is my... Ahem, that's not where I want my mind to go right now. I'm walking to my class right now, and I can't afford an erection swinging around for all to see.

I probably can, but no, I'm not into public sex or anything like that. Besides, I remember having nightmares about being nude at school. I think everyone had them at one point or another in their lives. I don't want those to become a reality.

...

Actually, they already did. I'm completely nude. In truth, it's not that bad. Having my dick free from underwear is a strange feeling but it's more comfortable than having underwear. Maybe that's why Scotsmen wear kilts?

Never say that kilts are skirts. I'm not from Scotland but I find kilts quite beautiful in their own way. Who said that men wearing kilts is bad? While they do look like skirts sometimes, they really aren't.

...

Why am I defending Scotland? Those highlanders can take care of themselves quite well, after all.

Anyway, having a boner right now wouldn't be good. I'm not ashamed of my length but the school is for studying, not for orgies. Well, aside from, uh, a couple of porn movies... Whatever. Sex is good and all, but fucking in front of kids would be... well, I don't think I have to explain this.

Hm... Actually, do ponies have sex ed? If they do, I'd rather have it being taught by a beautiful young mare. Someone I can... relate to. Who am I kidding, I just want to pay attention and learn from someone who actually had sex and looks attractive enough to be having sex with.

My school taught me a bare minimum of procreation. Like, penis goes into vagina, rub rub, semen comes out of penis, yadda yadda, impregnation, nine months, and boom — a baby. Kills womens' figures, ruins lives of fathers for a few years... That's what they didn't say. I must mention that the teacher was an overweight woman with temper problems. I'm pretty sure she was still a virgin.

We weren't taught about condoms or any other similar things, and we certainly weren't taught about how to handle our sexual urges. The principal we had was quite religious, and questioning sex with that guy around would be asking for a painful death by burning. Well, at least he wasn't a pedophile. If he were, he'd fit a stereotype of catholic priests quite nicely.

So... I want to attend sex ed class. First of all, I want to know how well ponies know sex. That is, how well they're taught. Second, maybe there's something I don't know. And third, I really want to fuck. I've already had fun with Moonshine today but it's simply not enough and I want more. I'm not sure she can handle my sex drive since it's going through the roof and tearing my metaphorical pants.

Imagine a nuke that, say, North Korea has. That's normal peoples' libido.

Mine is Tsar Bomb.

I guess that's how alicorns hit puberty. It crashes down on them, making them sex machines. I think it can be scientifically explained. Since there are but a few alicorns, my body wants to make sure there are more of my kind. Basically, I want little alicorns to run around. Even though I don't truly want it, my body heavily disagrees. Besides, I'm in a very good physical shape. No health problems, that is. So, my body wants to pass its good genes to as many mares as possible.

I... don't really remember if it's right. I can be wrong, after all.

Trying to control myself, I entered the classroom. The first class we have is History. Well, learning new things is never too bad, especially after a week of learning nothing but sex positions. Besides, what they have here is interesting and useful. We're not forced to remember dates and useless things like that, we actually discuss important historical events, what led to them, and what results they had, the consequences that influenced ponies and the whole world.

Who knew that discussing historical events can be so much fun? It makes things much more clear, too! I didn't volunteer much since I don't like attention, but I do like what they do. They make us think, not just memorize and repeat endlessly. I guess it develops critical thinking, and it's definitely a good thing.

Speaking about attention, I think I should, uh... rethink my position on it. I like how fillies look at me, I like that kind of attention. I want to become a famous musician. So... I want attention. I just want to keep my personal life separated from it. Being constantly watched by haters and fans alike? People trying to dig up everything about me? Stalk me? No, I don't want that. All's fine as long as I can live my life somewhat peacefully.

It's difficult to explain what I think, sometimes even to myself. Attention... Yeah, that's a difficult topic for me.

The bell rang, signaling the start of the lesson. Everyone calmed down as the teacher began to speak about... Hearts and Hooves day? Sounds familiar... I think I've read about it somewhere.

Oh... It's a celebration of love. Kinda fitting to have it in spring. Remember, heat week. It's all connected, after all.

In the corner of my eye, I noticed some suspicious and eye-catching movement. I turned my head slightly and saw a filly wiggling her butt ever so slightly. She was sitting to the right of me, giving me a perfect view of her left flank, her private bits out of my sight. I noticed that she was looking back at me, a smirk on her face.

I averted my eyes, a pink tint appearing on my cheeks. She's teasing me, I see...

No, not a boner. Not now. Besides, I have Moonshine. I mean, I mustn't really look at other fillies without her permission. I know that she likes watching me banging someone else, but I won't abuse her desire. I love Moonshine and only her.

As the teacher continued to speak about this St. Valentine's day knock-off, I tried to hide my eyes behind my mane, adjusting it so I couldn't see the flirting filly. I succeeded... almost. I could still see her eyes looking at me with what I assume is lust.

I must think about something else because I mustn't pop a boner. Hard rock. Music.

My rock-hard dick pene—

No. No. Three times no.

Why the fuck am I so horny? Are there mares in heat here in class? I don't see a reason for me to be so horny otherwise.

*sniff*

Doesn't seem so but I heard giggling coming from the filly who was teasing me.

"You're cute, you know that?" I heard her whispering, barely audible to me. My ear twitched slightly as my blush deepened.

I am cute? Well... Maybe. I mean, that's a compliment from her to me. Some girls like shy guys, after all. And... shy guys are cute? I don't know how girls think about different kinds of guys, really.

Moonshine leaned to me, opening her mouth to say something.

"I heard her." she whispered into my ear softly. "I wouldn't mind a show, if you know what I'm talking about."

Dammit, Moonshine! You're not helping my boner disappear. I mean, I wouldn't mind pinning that filly to a wall and fu—

Ngggh, stop! This is embarrassing...

Think about something else, Flame. You're on a scene, playing a song. A good song. You sing, your voice carried across the crowd as they listen to you. Holding a guitar, you play it perfectly. You swing that big d—

No, that's what Rammstein does. Dick cannon? Yeah, that's easy. Swinging around what looks like a dick, spraying everything with what looks like semen? No problem. BDSM gear? Pfft...

I wouldn't mind making someone bück dich, but hey, not during a concert. Performance is performance, but I won't represent Rammstein. I don't even know if ponies have their equivalent of German. If they don't, playing Rammstein would be pretty pointless. Well, their music is good even if one doesn't understand the lyrics, but those lyrics are fire! Also, they can be very offensive. Not that I care since, well, a satanism-themed band is just as offensive. I don't really care if I insult anyone's religious views and such, so whatever.

Do you know what bück dich stands for, by the way?

Bend down. Or bend over. My German is a bit rusty, unfortunately.

So... Pretty straightforward what the song is about.

Bück dich befehl ich dir...

Rammstein is a really good band. They're pretty controversial, but that doesn't make them bad. In fact, I like how they shake some people up. Politics, sex, they sing about everything, and they do it damn well. Their popularity doesn't come from nothing, after all.

Whew, it feels like I'm not popping a boner right now. Good.

But since Moonshine expressed her desire to see another show, then I'll go at it. If that filly wants me, then she will receive. She's gotta pay for almost making me embarrass myself in public, after all.

I don't think of it as a punishment for her, though. Punishing the willing with sex? What? Unless I deny her orgasm... No, I'm not a cruel person.

She's lucky I'm not.

...

Wait, does it mean school will involve just as if not more sex than what I had during the heat week?

So much for being productive and careful about studies.

...

Now, it's reproductive.

...

I have to pay attention in class.

So, Hearts and Hooves day is a lot like Saint Valentine's Day on Earth. Celebrates love, that is. Heart-shaped everything, like greeting cards (or whatever they're called), cookies, chocolates, and so on and so forth. The symbol for love is the same, a heart that looks like a triangle with a butt. I don't know the exact history of this symbol but I think it has something to do with how real hearts look. Maybe not, actually...

Either way, this holiday is celebrated at the end of March when minds are clear from estrus. True emotions take place, untouched by lust. There was some sort of religion that created this celebration in order to prove that ponies don't need estrus to love each-other. And hey, at least that religion was right. Neither Moonshine nor I have ever had estrus (I can't possibly have it but I thought it'd be right to mention), and we love each-other deeply. We certainly need no estrus for that.

It's a tradition to get married on that exact day. It's believed to bring luck to the relationship and keep it strong through years, keep the fire of love going through the hardest times.

It's rather sweet, really. Maybe I should arrange my own wedding to happen at the end of March? Not this year, of course, and I don't really see a point in big celebrations like that, but I'd propose to Moonshine someday for sure. We're happy together, and marriage will only strengthen our bond once we're ready for it.

Speaking about marriages, one takes place soon enough. Maybe I can attend it to see what it looks like? Ponies have different traditions, and I assume it includes marriage as well. It'd be interesting to see everything in person, definitely.

I looked to my left and noticed Moonshine having a dreamy look in her eyes.

Well, I can only assume we're thinking about the same thing.

Author's Notes:

Finally, a new chapter!

Flame's going through puberty again, and it hit him really hard. Maybe it's more than that but...

Well, I can say for certain that there'll be more clop in the future.