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// ...You Get the Horns 
// Story: I'll P.T. You All Until You F****** Die! 
// by Sgt GobSmacker 
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The rambunctious guffawing of the class continued on for what seemed like minutes at best, thanks to Pinkie's rather contagious laughter. Some students were wheezing from how much they had laughed, whilst others were on the ground all together, tears of mirth escaping their eyes like a dam had been burst in their tear ducts. 

Fluttershy's eyes had now turned to pinpricks. Her breath hitched her throat for how ever long her classmates were spreading their howls of mirth. She was literally shaking on the spot. As of now, she was waiting for the oncoming fury of Gunnery Sergeant Hartman.

Rarity wasn't impressed, her face was still beet red after the rather... vulgar choice of words Hartman had used on Pinkie, or 'Clit' as he referred her as of now. She looked down at her feet, embarressed. Not only at herself, but her friends and the entire class.

Sunset wasn't liking this. At all. The sheer amount of anger that was building inside of her over Pinkie's immature nature was mind blowing. Despite her vision going a slight bit red, she managed to keep her face as steely as possible, knowing full well on what was about to transpire.

Applejack was chuckling like crazy, but that stopped as soon as she saw Hartman's expression as he gazed in all directions. Applejack laughed nervously, trying to keep her face as stoic as she could. She succeeded in that, except the fact that she had a small grin tugging at her lips.

Rainbow Dash... Rainbow Dash was on the ground, laughing hard. Oh so very hard. Tears escaped her eyes, sliding down the sides of her face and onto the floor. In all honesty, she hadn't laughed this much in a long time. Rainbow's guffawing continued, along with the rest of the class.

Hartman couldn't even begin to comprehend what he was witnessing. One moment he was yelling profanities at Clit, the next had the entire class laughing their asses off. He turned quickly in every direction, watching as students showed utmost disrespect within his highly authorative presence. Hartman was pretty sure he felt a couple of brain cells pop.

This had never happened once within his time in the Corp or as substitute teacher. A few very short lived laughs here and there, but nothing as bad as this. His rage was at maximum for the first time in years.

"Wh-...y... why-, you-" Hartman stuttered in unadultered fury, his teeth grinding against eachother. "You Intolerant nose pickers!" That shut them up. "If any of you fucking think! That you can come in here! Acting like a bunch o' monkeys, having a gangbang! Then you are all dead-fucking wrong!" His eyes darted back and forth, eyeing each student as they stood stock still. "Now get on your damn faces!"

Nothing happened. A deathly silence fell over the classroom.

Hartman's eye twitched in utmost annoyance. "Are you all waiting for me to hold your hand?!" No one said a word. "Well, are ya!?

"Sir, no, sir!"

"Then do some damn push ups!" He boomed.

"Sir, yes, sir!" The class proceeded to get on their faces. Hartman stormed over to Pinkie, looking down at her as she... surprisingly managed to do some push ups at a quick rate. Her face was still as steely as before, that was if Hartman could see it past that mop of pink hair.

"Don't even think for a second that this class will be fun and games, Clit!" Hartman yelled. "I'll definitely be fucking sure your asshole is sucking buttermilk once I'm through with you!"

Rainbow managed to get a quick glance at the duo. As of now, she did not like Hartman. Not one bit. No one else did either. And Rainbow was going to make that known to him. She got up from her position.

"Hey!" The rainbow haired girl walked feverishly up to him. "What makes you think that you can push others around like this?! Pinkie only wanted to have some fun!" Pinkie smiled at that, admiring how Rainbow was taking a stand against the new teacher. But a very bad thought landed in her mind and the smile vanished instantly.
"Oh no..." Pinkie whispered, now worrying for her athletic friend.

Eric nearly doubled over with rage. This. THIS! Was something he had never experienced before in his entire life. 
"Stepping out of line, questioning my authority and defending Clit." It was more of a statement than a question. Rainbow could litirally see a tiny spark of flame in the man's eyes.

"Everyone has a right to be stupid! But YOU are abusing that privilege!" Hartman shouted, grabbing her shoulder, his eyes piercing Rainbows very soul. "Get back to your position, Labia! Or do I have to drag you all the way to Celestia's office?!"

Rainbow glared at the Hartman. Hartman glared back at her. She turned around curtly and stormed back over to her position, proceeding to do a few push ups.

Hartman snorted. There and then was he trying not to slap her across the face and knock some sense into her. Eric managed to ignore the feelings, but the temptation of it was like suffering withdrawel from some highly addictive drug. A thought popped itself into his head as he began to think about events prior. 'Need to apologise to Trixie after class.' He thought anxiously. 'She'll obviously be angry though.' He sighed, worrying of the outcome. 'No time to be dwelling on that at this moment! I need to focus on the now.'

"Alright! That's enough!" Hartman bellowed. The students stopped the current exercise. The drill instructor darted his eyes over the interior, roughly calculating the width and length of the hall. 'Twenty meters by fifteen meters. This is going to be fun.'

"Now get the hell up, and do ten laps around the hall!" Groans of disapproval were heard. "Don't give me that damn attitude! Just fucking do it!" 

"Sir, yes, sir!"

Hartman's eyes focused on Pinkie. "Ten more laps for you, Clit!" His gaze travelled to Rainbow. "That goes double for you, Labia!"

The pace the students were all jogging at was not satisfactory to Hartman. He was going to make that known. "If you faggots don't pick up the goddamn pace, so help me god, I'm going to kick your asses so hard you'll be shitting prints of my shoe until Christmas day! Get fucking stepping before I call your mothers!"

Eric waited a few more minutes before speaking again, until he could practically smell the sweat in the air. "You will not like me. But the more you hate me, the more you will learn. I am hard but I am fair! By the time your P.E Teacher comes back, you will all be fit and strong enough to be like a marine. Do you all want to impress Spitfire?!"

"Sir, yes, sir!" Some students were smilling at the thought of impressing their former physical educations teacher, but quickly refocused on the task at hand.

"Bullshit, I can't hear you! Sounds off like you got a pair!"

"SIR, YES, SIR!

"That's right! That's the motivation you need!" A ghost of a smile appeared on Hartman's face. It went as soon as it had come. Hartman wasn't one to be carried emotionally away by people, or preferably, a group of possibly horny teenagers. 

Trixie was beginning to cheer up a small bit after hearing those words. She really wanted to impress Spitfire, regain some of the pride she had lost. Of course, she was still quite shaken up after being karate chopped on the shoulder. Trixie felt bad for having this train of thought, what with Hartman helping them improve on their fitness, overall speed and endurance, but Celestia had to be informed of Hartman's actions on herself. 

Afterall, no action is without consequence.