Off days and On days by VelvetHeart,
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The bell had rung, the first day of that week's school had started, and the class was seated. Well, almost all of the class, Diamond Tiara noticed with a hint of glee, seeing as one of the chairs remained surprisingly-unfilled. As Cheerilee began her roll-call, a little pink forelegs shot up into the air; "Teacher! Teacher! Twist is playing hooky!"
"Ah, no Diamond Tiara," Cheerilee began, laying down her list for just a moment, "Twist has been excused from school for a while." Seeing the filly's confused expression, the teacher addressed the whole class. "You see, students, some fillies develop a little faster than others, and Twist recently entered her pre-heat, so she's been given a few days off to prepare."
"But she has to do the math test next week, right?" Sweetie Belle asked, only to be met by a smile and a quick shake of the teacher's head.
"No, Sweetie Belle, she's excused from all school until her heat is over, even tests. She'll get to do hers a little later, once she's caught up with the rest of class."
"Rainbow Dash can work in her pre-heat!" Scootaloo proudly interrupted, "She doesn't need to prepare, she's got a stallion who can help her with her heat without getting preg- ehm pregen... with a foal!"
"Now calm down Scootaloo. I know you admire Rainbow Dash, but thanks to your latest show-and-tell, I think we all know a lot more about her personal life than most of us would like. Now, how about we focus on learning to be smart fillies and colts? We have a lot of math classes to get through for next week's test!"
In her seat, Diamond Tiara was quietly fuming. After all, why did only Twist get to have two weeks off school? Diamond Tiara didn't bother to pay attention to classes that day: She had some planning to do.
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It had taken an unsettling toll on Diamond Tiara's piggy bank and several forged signatures, but the package had finally arrived. Up in her room, the filly eagerly tore the wrapping, unveiling an almost-insultingly-tiny bottle, inscribed daintily with reams and reams of text. It was the perfect crime. All she had to do was write a letter and fool the ponies at the clinic that her mom was having 'issues' and the medicine simply came in by the mail!
"Could've sent a bigger bottle for all that money, though," she murmured to herself as she looked a the little vial on her dresser. "Well, bottoms up!"
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"Teacher?" Diamond Tiara put on her saddest, most shiny-eyed expression as she approached her teacher at the start of class. With the instinctive acting skills of a puppy, she barely peeked over the edge of Cheerilee's desk. "I think I'm going into heat too."
Cheerilee sighed, and walked around the wooden furniture to wrap her forelegs around the surprised filly. "Oh Diamond, poor thing. Don't worry, I'll write a note for your herdparents and I'm sure it'll turn out alright. Just make sure you prepare, alright?"
Diamond Tiara could barely hold back the urge to stick her tongue out at the rest of the class. Hope you losers enjoy your math test!
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Blah-blah-blah-blah. Her parents just wouldn't shut up about all this stuff she was supposed to do. At least daddy gave her a bag of money to buy stuff with. The 'training cooler' stuff was, of course, nonsense, but the little note that said she had permission to visit the 'special' section in the back of the store where they kept Pink Palette's comics was a whole lot more interesting! Finally she'd get to read the grown-up stuff!
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Lero yawned, eyes blinking blearily as he pulled himself from his bed, gently pressing his face into Lyra's neck to start her day with a ticklish kiss. A quick motion of his hands swept aside the curtains, sending the bright morning sun pouring into the room...
...except where the light was obstructed by a bright pink filly pressed to the outside if the glass like a mosquito after a high-speed meeting with a windshield. Her mane was in disarray, her trademark tiara missing, wild eyes focusing on Lero before forehooves began scrabbling against the glass. A soft whine began, like a puppy with a full bladder desperately scratching at the door to be let out.
"Ehm, Lyra? Twilight? Girls, we've got another one!"