Set in the tumblr universe Fall of Equestria, this story follows Dreamy Gaze, a young colt learning to master his magical potential.
Based on the clop tumblr by Smudge Proof, Poprocks, and Non_Creepy_Nickname
Follow the life of Dreamy Gaze as he learns how to harness his magical abilities and fulfill his special talent in the new world order of Equestria!
Now then for a quick recap of the events that have occured in the back story: The ponies in this series are anthrofied, and the kingdom of Equestria has been conquered by a race of caribou. Although males are still allowed to retain their positions in society and live comfortably, females have been enslaved and are considered to be lower in status than wild beasts.
The story is VERY MATURE rated and will heavily include sex, abuse, maybe even a little violence, so if you don't like the idea of seeing ponies in an S&M Roman Empire take over, you have been warned.
This story is purely fan made, and is not in connected with Smudge Proof's tumblr, though it does take place in the same world. Think of it more as a side-story happening off screen from his artwork.
Equestria had changed radically since they came. The caribou warriors riding atop their mighty war beasts. The battle might have gone a different way, but many stallions were seduced by the promise of power and wealth (among other methods), and allied themselves with the enemy. In exchange, they were allowed to keep much of their former status (though not complete equality) in the new world order, but the mares were not so lucky. The Caribou had come from a culture where all males had magic potential and females had none. The females had also evolved to be both physically and mentally inferior to their male counterparts. This caused them to naturally develop a culture in which females were considered less than people, being used as property and slaves. They decided to indoctrinate Equestria into this same form of culture, by enslaving all the mares and fillies in the land.
Pegasi women had their wings plucked and bound inside of constricting sacks. Unable to fly or escape, they become prisoners in their own cloud cities, where one false step could send them plummeting to the ground below.
Unicorn mares shared a similar fate, their horns were cut off, stripping them of their magical powers, leaving them helpless against the physically superior conquerors. Their neglected physical training ensured they were easy prey.
The slaves who were still defiant against the new world order were given black collars, the ones who voluntarily submitted themselves were given red collars and special privileges in society, although they still remained inferior to males. Finally, there were the purple collars, which were given to those who's minds had been broken, leaving them as mind addled fuck toys with little to no form of higher consciousness. The collars were seamless, and resistant to many (if not all) forms of magic, rendering them quite difficult to remove once placed upon the subject.
Pinkie Pie, always a party animal, was given charge over her own bordello, making her fellow mares put on erotic shows for a paying crowd. Occasionally being called upon to work a double shift at the milking facility due to her enormous breasts. Pinkie's random shifts in behavior have since manifested in 3 distinct personalities that shift between Black, Red, and Purple collar.
Twilight Sparkle still held a position at the library in Ponyville, although since the new world order was created, she had become Spike's personal slave. The young dragon had since given into his greed, causing his body to undergo a growth spurt into a more adult form. As an Alicorn, Twilight had to undergo both treatments of having her horn cut off and her wings plucked and bound. All the educational material in the library was also removed and burned, instead new books were placed into the shelves, designed to indoctrinate other mares into submission by teaching them they were inferior to males and deserved to be enslaved. Needless to say, Twilight was given a red collar as a sign of her willing submission.
Even miss Cheerilee was allowed to remain the local school teacher when she willingly submitted, although now her position involved training young fillies to be obedient sex addicts, rather than educated females.
Rarity had apparently got her wish of working in Canterlot, designing outfits for the new Caribou over lords, but there were stories that she had failed to impress the king when he commissioned a cape from her, and was dumped in a landfill with the rest of the slaves who were considered worthless trash. Despite having suffered an emotional breakdown, she is apparently still only a red collar, although having a much lower opinion of herself after learning how easily replaced she can be.
Rainbow Dash is still an athlete, although the races and games she is forced to compete in are now much more sexual in nature than simply running laps or jumping over hurdles. Scootaloo has since become a cheer leader for her, performing erotic dances and cheers when she competes for the crowd. Scootaloo has become a red collar, apparently over joyed by the fact that she is no longer the only pegasus who can not fly. Rainbow Dash, having a strong competitive attitude, was less than willing to become a slave, obtaining a black collar.
The Apple Family retained their position as farmers, although they were no longer in charge of an apple orchard. Instead, they were now used to cultivate monstrous plants which attacked nearby females and molested them with vines, drugs, and tentacles once they sprouted. Applejack was apparently quite upset with her family being used for such activities, and became a black collar, as did Applebloom. Their brother Big Macintosh was now apparently owner of the farm, being the only male relative who lived on it.
Last of the main mares is Fluttershy, who (due to having a strong connection with animals) was placed in charge of overseeing the care of the war beasts the Caribou had used. It is said that she, along with her subordinate mares, attended to the beast's sexual urges, and bathed them with their tongues when need be. Fluttershy was apparently happy with her position just like Twilight and (sometimes) Pinkie, because she was still allowed to work with animals. She willingly submits, having become a red collar, even requesting to be bound and shackled at times even though it is not exactly required to keep her under control.
But this story is not about the main 6, for at least half of them (Twilight, Pinkie, Fluttershy) seem to have adjusted well to their new lives. No, this story is about some new ponies who came several years afterward, being raised into the new world order.
The alarm clock sounding off next to the bed was promptly met with being smacked to the floor in an effort to silence the ringing bell that forced its owner out of their restful sleep. The young pony tried to roll over and go back to sleep under the sheets when their bedroom door opened and in walked their father.
"Wake up, son! You don't want to miss your first day of training, do you?" He asked with a grin. The pony under the sheets paused for a moment, before flinging the blankets off when he remembered today was the day he started magic training!
"Oh crap, I forgot!" he shouted, hurrying to get himself dressed. He started to fetch the outfit he had placed on top of the dresser for today. A pair of dark blue pants, a matching vest, and a white, long sleeved shirt to go under the vest.
The pony was a young colt, roughly 13 years of age. Puberty was beginning to sink in this year, and with it, that meant his magical powers were starting to manifest, so he was now eligible for training at the academy to learn to control himself.
The colt's name was Dreamy Gaze, and he had a dark purple coat, with a silvery white colored mane and tail. Normally, he kept his mane and tail brushed in a way that made it curl at the ends, but as he had just woken up, it was currently a mess.
His father was named Hypnotic Gaze, and his coloration was the opposite of his son's. Having a silvery white coat with dark purple mane and tail. His mane and tail were styled in spiky tufts that pointed downward, rather than smooth strands or curls.
Hypnotic was dressed in a pristine blue suit with a white undershirt and tie, similar in color to his son's outfit. He held a leash in his right hand and at the end of it was his wife, and Dreamy's mother, Hazy Gaze. She was completely naked save for a purple collar around her neck, and the leash attached to it. She was on all fours, her eyes being glazed over as if she were not completely aware of her surroundings.
That had been another issue of the take over. Only males were allowed to freely wear clothing. Females were stripped naked by default, save for their collars. If their masters granted them permission, they were allowed to wear clothing styles chosen for them, but very rarely were these decent garments, instead being used like a form of accessory to heighten their sexual appeal. Some holidays and special events allowed for more intricate fashion designs, Nightmare Night costumes being one such example.
Hazy's cutie mark had been marked out, a red circle with an X being painted over it to show that she had no great destiny or unique talent. She was a stupid mare like all the rest, and was to be a slave for life. Hypnotic's cutie mark were a pair of slanted eyes with green spirals instead of the white color eyes normally were. The spirals represented a hypnotic pattern, and his special talent was mind control spells. Dreamy had yet to obtain a cutie mark, but his father promised that with his powers now beginning to manifest, it would likely appear very soon.
After Dreamy quickly threw on his clothes, he followed his father downstairs to get some breakfast. It was still an hour and a half before the school day actually started, giving him plenty of time to eat and get his stuff together, but like all young colts, Dreamy was too excited to wait.
A pamphlet had been left on the table since yesterday, and now Dreamy was reading through it while his father prepared a dandelion and hay sandwich for him. Up till now, Dreamy had been attending regular school with the genetic defects known as earth ponies, but today was the day when he could finally be welcomed into the master race and start his training as a proper unicorn. How he had dreamed of the day when he could lord his magic over the other colts who made fun of him in school. He even fantasized about turning them into mares.
"Now remember son," his father spoke up, setting down a plate with two slices of the sandwich he had been making, "magic is a gift, but it is also very powerful and seems to have a mind of its own. You must use it responsibly, or it will backfire on you." He had been giving him this warning every day since he turned 13, making sure the lesson stuck by the time he was to attend his first school day.
"Yes, dad." Dreamy replied, "But finally, I'll be able to go to a real school, not the run down slum we have here." He added, making his father chuckle as he patted the colt's head.
"I'm sorry you had to go through that," he apologized, "But until your magic began to show itself, there was no reason for you to attend the academy. But after today, you'll never have to take a class with those day laborers again. You're finally a true unicorn, magic and all!" The father and son hugged before Dreamy started to quickly eat one half of the sandwich .
The rest of the time spent waiting for the academy chariot to arrive was spent with Dreamy finishing off his breakfast and reading more through the pamphlet. It showed a variety of pictures of the school grounds, as well as young colts with glowing horns, a sign they were using magic. He even read over the types of classes the academy would teach its students.
Magical Combat and Defense appeared to be some kind of athletics program, and the picture displayed colts of various ages engaged in sparring matches against each other. It looked like this class would focus on learning how to use magic against others, and to protect yourself from magical assaults.
Magical Theory and Sciences appeared to be a more academic program with a picture of the class listening to a teacher giving some kind of lecture. The class was apparently used for students to learn about potential new ways to use their magic, and how to apply their knowledge in the field.
Magical History was a class to learn about the various uses magic had throughout the ages of the past, learning the techniques of some of the most famous unicorns in history. The picture showed a large garden with statues depicting some of the most powerful Unicorns in Equestria, apparently being used to inspire the young students.
Magical Arts and Crafts was intriguing to Dreamy because he didn't expect a class to have such a name. The picture in the pamphlet showed students working on various types of jewelery, clothing, wands, and staves. The then realized it was a class for learning how to create magical items! That sounded like it would be a pretty fun class.
Magical Home Economics was the last class advertised, and it was apparently designed to teach students the more practical spells that would be used in every day life, such as telekinesis, or preparing food.
By the time he was done eating and reading, they heard the chariot arrive outside, and rushed to the front door. When Dreamy opened it, he saw two white pegasi stallion harnessed to the chariot, and a blue colored unicorn stallion standing in the vehicle. When he saw Dreamy, he smiled and beckoned him over, the young colt eagerly hopping forward and climbing into the back of the chariot as his father waved good bye.
"You must be Dreamy Gaze!" The blue unicorn greeted him, "My name is Magnificent Brilliance, and I'm here to take you to the first day of school." He introduced himself...
Dreamy Gaze sat in the back of the chariot while Magnificent Brilliance drove it towards their destination. The two pegasi who were pulling it made great time, and the young colt was surprised to see they could actually support the two of them in flight as they soared over the land of Equestria.
"I understand your father had a special talent for mind control spells." Magnificent commented, starting up a discussion to pass the time. "That's a pretty fun skill if you know how to use it properly."
The fellow unicorn was dressed in a dark red suit with a black undershirt. Magnificent had a dark blue coat and bright green mane and tail. In fact, his hair was so bright, it might as well have been neon green! Dreamy couldn't bare to look directly at him for too long at this close up before his eyes started to water, so instead he kept his gaze focused on his chest.
"I'm hoping to share my father's gift." Dreamy replied, "the first time my powers showed themselves, I put one of the earth ponies into a 7 hour trance by accident!" he boasted proudly. The older unicorn chuckled at the accomplishment, patting the younger on the head.
"Quite a feat for a first timer," he congratulated him, "But it's not like those dirt farmers have much of a mind to dominate. Let's see how you fair against a fellow unicorn." he challenged as the academy began to come into view on the horizon.
The academy was located in Canterlot, and had originally be Celestia's magic school for gifted unicorns. However, since the former princess was overthrown, the academy had been repurposed and now trained both unicorn colts and male caribou in the magic arts. Females were no longer permitted to study, nor would they have been able to do so with their severed horns cutting off their magical abilities.
As the chariot came in for a landing, Dreamy started up at it in amazement as he climbed out of the vehicle, followed by Magnificent, then the two Pegasi unstrapped themselves from the harnesses to rest themselves from the long trip.
"Here we are, young Gaze." Magnificent said, clasping a hand on the colt's shoulder and gesturing towards the school with his free arm, "The Canterlot Magic Academy! We teach 4th through 12th grade magic classes, so you'll likely be coming here for the rest of your academic schooling!" He finished.
"I can't wait to get started!" Dreamy said as he was lead through the front doors and was quickly greeted to the sight of dozens, if not hundreds of students roaming around the halls, frantically trying to locate rooms, teachers, and sign up sheets.
"What's going on?" Dreamy asked in confusion, turning to Magnificent for an explanation on why everything was so hectic. The older unicorn looked down at him and grinned.
"Orientation day." he answered, "they're trying to memorize where everything is so they don't get lost tomorrow. Now let's get your schedule filled out, and then I'll take you to your dormitory. After that, you'll have the rest of the day to tour the grounds and get yourself comfortable." he then began leading Dreamy through the crowd towards a collection of tables.
The tables had both unicorns and caribou sitting behind them, papers were laid out and Dreamy soon noticed they were class schedule sheets. All he had to do was fill out which period he would attend each class. Taking one of the sheets he took out the pamphlet he still had with him and quickly skimmed back through all the classes. He decided to accept the following order
1st Period: Science and Theory
2nd Period: Home Economics
3rd Period: Arts and Crafts
4th Period: Combat and Defense
5th Period: History
Handing the sheet to Magnificent who looked it over and nodded in approval, he then handed the sheet to a large caribou who looked over the sheet again and his antlers started to glow with a dark blue aura. A small flash of light appeared and a copy of Dreamy's schedule appeared floating in the air beside the original. The caribou took the copy and handed the original back to the amazed Dreamy.
"Welcome to the academy." The caribou greeted him with a deep, gruff voice, "Classes start tomorrow at 8:30 am. Your dormitory is room number 29 in the East Wing." he added. Finally, he handed him another folded pamphlet, and as Dreamy opened it up, he discovered it was not a pamphlet, but a map of the academy grounds.
"Come on, I'll show you to your room, but then I have to get back to my other duties." Magnificent said, pointing down a nearby hallway with a sign hanging from the ceiling. It read East Wing across it, indicating it was where they were headed.
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The East Wing was quite enormous, leaving Dreamy to stare around in awe. Apparently the entire section of the academy had been dedicated to providing dormitories for all the students, due to the variety of grades that were being taught, and the high number of students that would be attending each class. Finding his room was not terribly difficult, each of the doors had a number emblazoned upon it, along with an indication of which grade the dorm belonged. As a 4th grade student, his dormitory was closer to the wing entrance, while his map indicated the more advanced grade you were placed in, the deeper you had to go.
"Here we are, room 29 - 4th grade." Magnificent said, pointing to the door. "You will be sharing your dorm with 2 other roommates in order to conserve more space. I suggest you start claiming your territory quickly before the other boys get to it!" He informed him as Dreamy opened the door to his room.
The dormitory was quite impressive, it had 3 separate beds, a mini fridge to keep snacks and drinks, a dresser beside each bed for clothing to be stored inside, and even a private bathroom. It looked to be just as comfortable as a hotel in comparison. The walls were painted a crimson red, with matching carpet, and a pristine white ceiling. The last two features he noticed about the room were two separate laundry baskets marked Colors and Whites above them, as well as a trash basket near the doorway. Aside from the mini fridge, the room didn't seem to have a kitchen, so it was more likely they needed to visit the cafeteria if they wanted any cooked foods.
"Your school uniform will be delivered tomorrow. You may where anything you wish in your free time, but you are expected to wear the outfit whenever you are attending classes, so take good care of it." Magnificent informed him before turning and heading towards the door.
"Now then, you may take the rest of the day to explore the grounds, but we have a curfew in effect for 6th grade and lower students. Don't be wandering the grounds after 8:00 pm." He told him before waving good bye and vanishing out the door, leaving Dreamy alone to plan for today's activities, and to scope out the rest of his dormitory.
It had been 15 minutes since Magneficient Brilliance left Dreamy Gaze in his dorm room and he was finally picking out everything he wanted. He chose the middle bed, it being on the far side of the room against the wall. The bed on the right side was the only one with a window near it, and the bed on the left side was directly adjascent to the bathroom wall.
As the young colt opened his dresser, he was suddenly drawn to the fact that he hadn't packed anything for the trip, save for the clothes on his back! He face palmed when he realized that in his excitement, he forgot to grab his bags and made a mental note to ask his father to mail him some additional supplies later.
"I suppose if I really need to, I can just make some new clothes in arts and crafts." He mused, rubbing his chin in thought. He was soon caught by surprise when the door to his room burst open and in strolled a rather loud and brazen young unicorn.
Dreamy went stiff as a board from the unexpected outburst, and slowly turned to greet the newcomer.
"You must be one of my roommates, my name's Spell Slinger, this is my bed, get your own, you can't have it!" He spoke quickly and without pause as jumped onto the bed near the window and rested his head on his hands.
"Uhh, hello?" Dreamy said, "My name's Dreamy Gaze." he tried to introduce himself, relaxing his body when he realized what had happened, "Are you... okay?" he asked, confused by Spell Slinger's rapid method of speech.
"I'm fine, but this is my bed, if you touch it, I'll kick your ass, don't touch my stuff!" The energetic colt replied just as quickly as before, making Dreamy stare at him dumbfounded.
Spell Slinger looked to be around Dreamy's age. He had a bright orange coat and dark brown mane and tail. His hair style appeared frazzled and stuck out in fuzzy tufts as if an electric current were passing through him. He was dressed in a set of what looked to have been robes at some point, but they were charred black and had several rips and tears throughout the fabric. The sleeves were completely blown off, leaving his arms exposed.
"Could you please talk... slower?" Dreamy requested, sitting on his own bed as Spell Slinger sat up and scratched behind his right ear. Dreamy was finding the fast paced student increasingly less comfortable to be around. He hadn't expected someone as loud and energetic as him to be rooming with him.
"Huh? Oh yeah..." The fuzzy colt responded, "I'm just a bit over charged." he explained, pointing to his flank, "My cutie mark appeared a couple weeks ago, turns out my special talent is magic. But I've got too much power stored up, I have to vent it about once every few days or I show side effects." he went on, seeming to have regained control of himself.
Just great, so one of his roommates was a ticking time bomb of magical outbursts, and he already had his cutie mark too! Dreamy was seriously praying his next roommate would be easier to deal with, and no sooner had the thought passed through his mind than the door opened again and in walked another young student. Only this one wasn't a unicorn, but a caribou.
Although he was probably around the same age, his species made him naturally larger than than either of the young ponies. He was starting to show signs of muscle tone, indicating that he was more of an athlete than the academic researcher. His fur was a dusty gray, along with a black mane and tail, and he had a pair of nubs growing from his cranium, indicating his first pair of antlets were growing in with his coming puberty. He was dressed in a red kilt and vest, traditional roman style for many Caribou citizens.
"My name is Stalgar, and looks like I'm your roommate for the year." he introduced himself, crossing his arms over his chest as he looked the two over. Spell Slinger immediately began to respond with the same warning about touching his stuff, but Dreamy stopped him by holding up his hands and gave a more intelligible warning.
"Welcome, Stalgar." His greeted, "My name is Dreamy Gaze, and that's Spell Slinger." he introduced the two of them. "Slinger over there apparently gets agitated very easily if anybody messes with his belongings, so I'd advise against it." He warned. The caribou passed a glance back to the fuzzy unicorn and then nodded slowly before approaching the last remaining bed.
He had been carrying two duffle bags on his back and dropped them on top of the mattress. Judging by how the landed, Dreamy guessed they were quite heavy. Stalgar unzipped the two of them and the first bag contained various wads of clothing. The second bag carried personal belongings.
"Is that.. a sword?" Dreamy asked in shock when the caribou pulled one of the items from the second bag. A shiny steel handle and pommel stuck out of a package that was wrapped in red velvet. Stalgar carefully unwrapped it to reveal a matching colored scabbard. The sword didn't look too large, it was probably a gladius, judging by the width of the scabbard and the shortness being only about 2 feet in length.
"My father wants me to join the military as a battle mage so he made sure to pack some... additional school supplies." He answered, placing the sword carefully on the bed. Dreamy watched as he continued to pull more and more weaponry out of the second bag including an axe, a war hammer, a collapsable spear, and a full suit of reinforced leather armor!
Dreamy decided not to question why a first year student would be allowed to carry a collection of deadly weapons, and instead turned his attention back towards getting to know the school. Rising from his bed, he stretched himself out before heading towards the door, remembering to grab his map on the way out.
"I'm going to have a look around the campus, either of you want to come?" he asked, pausing with his hand on the door handle. Spell Slinger was already up and following within moments of finishing the question. Stalgar passed a glance between his equipment and the door before shrugging and following after them.
" That sounds like a good idea." the caribou agreed. With that, Dreamy opened the door and the three new roommates headed out to explore the grounds together!
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It soon became apparent to Dreamy that Stalgar was much more tolerable than Spell Slinger. The unicorn was giddy and full of exuberence, the caribou was more calm and collected, while Dreamy was a combination of the two. He was definitely excited about learning magic, but at the same time, he wanted to make sure he was leaving a good impression on the faculty. The thought that he might be expelled for failing to measure up to their expectations was constantly present in his mind now that he was finally here, and nervous anxiety was starting to creep its way inside.
The school's architecture was quite beautiful. The 4th grade dormitory hall way had the same red walls and carpet with white ceiling as their room, but when they reached the main hall way, Dreamy noticed that further inside were other color variations for different grade levels. Maybe that would make it easier to tell where he was supposed to be if he ever got lost?
Looking at his map, Dreamy noticed that the North Wing of the academy was for Combat and Defense, Public Showers, Arts and Crafts, and the Doctor's Office. Clearly it was reserved for the extra curricular activities, and he could only guess that maybe the arts and crafts they designed could be used in combat and defense
Meanwhile, the West Wing contained Home Economics, Science and Theory, History, and the Teacher's Lounge. Apparently it served the more intellectual study sessions the academy had to offer, as well as a resting area for teachers to stop and collect themselves when stressed from work.
Finally there was the South Wing which contained the Cafeteria, the Front Office, the exit to the Campus Gardens, Security Officer, and the Head Master's Office. This was apparently where all the administrative duties would be handled, and the students would have little need to come hwere except to eat, or get a bit of fresh air.
He decided that inspecting the North Wing first would be the best step, as it was closest so far and the Southern Wing didn't really interest him right now. He folded up the map and looked for the sign in the main corridor that read North Wing before heading off. Stalgar and Slinger following behind him.
As they walked, Dreamy continued to admire the architecture of the place. It had undergone some renovations since being repurposed, there were no longer any statues paintings, or banners depicting females having attended the school. Instead they were replaced by popular stallions, and any sections that were lacking in a popular idol were instead mounted with famous caribou wizards, a sign that both species attended the academy, not purely unicorns.
At the end of the hallway, they stopped when they came upon a large portrait that had originally been used to depict Celestia back when she ran the kingdom, but now the image depicted a large, winged caribou male sitting on his throne. In front of him him were former Princesses Celestia, Twilight Sparkle, Cadence, and Luna kneeling in submission as he looked out triumphant over the throne room. To call it a portrait was perhaps inaccurate, it was more like a mural. The painting covered from floor to ceiling and spanned the stretch of the wall. Whoever had painted it must have taken weeks to paint something so huge.
"I'm guessing that's the new king?" Dreamy asked, "This is the first time I've ever actually seen him." He commented, his eyes skimming over the painting multiple times to take in the imagery.
"Well Canterlot is the location of the royal palace, maybe we'll see him in person some day." Stalgar spoke up before looking to see that the hall now split left and right.
The right hallway had two signs saying Showers and Combat and Defense. The left hallways had signs reading Arts and Crafts, and Doctor's Office. Of course, they decided to take the right path first and quickly noticed that the sounds of shouting were growing increasingly louder.
Eventually coming upon a set of double doors, Spell Slinger opened them to find that they had arrived at a large gymnasium, the loud shouting was being echoed off the spacious room, making it seem louder than it actually was. Even though it was orientation day, there were already students getting accustomed to the training equipment scattered about.
Some unicorns were trying to lift weights by using telekinesis, with varying degrees of success on their part. Others were trying to fire bolts of magical energy at bulls-eyes lining the far wall. Most of them needed to work on their aiming, they seemed to be hitting the wall more than the targets, but thankfully the bolts weren't powerful enough to blast holes in the wall.
The students also seemed to have been from various different age groups. There was almost nobody from 4th grade practicing on the equipment, which meant the students who were doing so were 5th grade and higher. Already being trained in some form of magic and were now testing their skills from the previous year to see how much thye had improved.
Slinger looked towards the center of the gymnasium and saw who looked like the coach in charge of giving out the lessons. He was a huge caribou, packed with muscle and standing a foot and a half taller than any adult stallion he had seen before. The caribou wore a leather plated kilt, bracers, and shin guards, but left his upper torso exposed as he folded his arms over his chest and watched the students work on their techniques.
Slinger's mane and tail bristled as a jolt of magic sparked between them, taking the image of a violet colored static bolt. Dreamy quickly hopped away from him, unsure of what was going on, and Stalgar turned to him curiously.
"Gotta take care of this." Spell Slinger muttered before striding his way up to the over sized teacher. Dreamy and Stalgar watched from a distance, so they couldn't hear the conversation, but when Slinger pointed to the targets, the coach nodded, and the fuzzy unicorn hastily made his way over to them. What happened next made Dreamy go slack jawed in disbelief!
Spell Slinger stood a distance away from the target as his hair stood up and crackled with more of the static bolts. The other nearby students noticed this and quickly began to back off before Slinger unloaded a high speed barrage of magical bolts from his horn in a sweeping pattern across all the arrayed targets. The bolts of energy peppered both the wall and the target alike, leaving black scorch marks in both by the time he was done.
When the barrage of magical energy faded, Slinger's main and tail began to lose their fluff as the magical build up was drained out of them. His hair now hung limply in smooth strands, and he seemed to slouch in posture, no longer pent up with excess levels of energy. The coach approached him and clasped a meaty hand on his shoulder, obviously very impressed with his ability. After the two of them shared some words, Slinger walked back over to his dumbstruck friends with a pleased smile on his face.
"Coach said I should think about tryouts for the sparring team." he said. This time, Slinger was far more calm and relaxed in his speech, talking like normal instead of the fast paced and jittery way he had been before.
"So that's why you're called Spell Slinger?" Stalgar asked, "You seem to care more about speed than precision." he rubbed his forehead, noticing the large amount of scorch marks that had been left behind Slinger's little display of fire power.
"Uhh, right, we should probably go before we cause any more property damage on our first day." Dreamy suggested as they closed the double doors behind them and continued on their way.
After having inspected the gymnasium, the trio stopped off to take a look at the public showers. The first thing they noticed was that the shows had no privacy barriers on them, everyone was expected to publicly bathe with each other. Considering how the kingdom had been changed since the new world order was in place, that wasn't too big of a concern. There were private showers in their dorm rooms anyways if they really didn't like exposing themselves.
The showers had heads lining all along the walls, save for near the entrance, and also had a row of poles rising out of the floor with shower heads on four sides for those who couldn't take one near the wall. Nobody looked to be using the room right now, so they decided to leave it be and continue onto inspect more of the North Wing.
Their next stop was the Arts and Crafts room. It was very spacious as one might expect from an art room, having plenty of crafting supplies neatly placed onto shelves, tables, and counters. A huge board on the far side of the room had a series of texts that neither Dreamy nor Slinger was able to identify.
"They're runes." Stalgar told them while pointing to the board, "If you inscribe them onto artifacts, it grants them magical powers. But it's said placing them in a certain combined order will produce more powerful effects." he went onto explain.
"That's correct, young one." Said a voice from the corner of the room, causing the three to turn and find what looked to be the teacher for the class approaching them. This one was a unicorn dressed in a white outfit with a heavy brown apron and thick leather gloves. A pair of half rimmed glasses rested on his face, he had a chocolate brown coat and dark black mane and tail.
"The rune magic your people introduced to Equestria is fascinating." He commented, "Your people are awfully tight lipped about how your style of magic is performed, but I've managed to translate a few basic combinations through trial and error. My name is Sacred Relic, and I'm the teacher for the Arts and Crafts here at the academy." He introduced himself, smiling proudly at the board with the various runes styled upon it.
"I'm Dreamy Gaze, he's Spell Slinger, and this is Stalgar." Dreamy introduced the three of them, as Sacred shook each of their hands.
"I chose Arts and Crafts as my first period class, so I'm curious what this place offers." Stalgar spoke up, causing Relic to smile as he motioned around with a sweep of his arms, beginning to explain the situation.
"My class will teach you how to craft magical item which serve a multitude of purposes. We usually start off with something easy, crafting simple accessories and trinkets, but the more advanced students like to craft weapons and armor they can show off in the gym down the hall." he explained before pointing to various facilities.
"We have a forge and smelter outside with a variety of molds to choose from. Gemstones and socketing equipment is over there in the back left corner. Rune carving materials are over in the back right corner, and instruction blue prints are in the front left corner. My desk is in the front right corner if anybody needs my assistance." he listed off before remembering to add one more detail.
"Our supplies of crafting materials are carefully supervised and you're only allowed a limited amount depending on your grade level. I will know if anyone tries to sneak out of here with a handful of diamonds, or a gold brick!" He warned, causing Dreamy to stifle a laugh.
"Thank you for the details, Mr. Relic." Stalgar commented before the three young boys left to continue on with their tour. The only thing left to see in the North Wing was the Doctor's office, then they could move onto the West Wing.
It wasn't that difficult to find, considering it had a big red plus sign hanging out in front of the door. Slinger opened the door carefully to see the office was surprisingly close to looking like a real doctor's office, and not just some school clinic. White tiled floors, walls, and ceiling were all visible to show how clean and sterile the room was. A desk in the lobby was used to schedule appointments, and much to the boys' surprised, a mare was sitting behind the desk!
She looked to have been a unicorn, but her horn was cut off. her coat was solid white, and her mane and tail were a cherry pink. She was wearing a red collar, the same bright red as the sign out front. Her clothing consisted off a white, low cut lab coat that was left unbuttoned near the top to expose her cleavage, and a pair of white cotton panties. Her outfit was apparently designed to keep her from contaminating anything, but still make her look like a slut!
"Oh, hello there, sirs." She called to them when she noticed their arrival, rising from her desk to greet them. "I'm Nurse Loving Care. Are any of you hurt?" She introduced herself before asking about their health.
"No, no, we're just touring the facilities." Dreamy answered as the sexy nurse sauntered her way up to them, resting a hand on her left hip and the other on her right thigh. She leaned down to the young unicorn, her breasts seeming even larger up close.
"Oh? You sure you don't want a medical examination, just to be safe?" She asked, using the hand that had previously been on her thigh to massage the colt's crotch through his clothes.
"We said we're fine, bitch!" Stalgar commented loudly, causing the nurse to quickly retract herself from Dreamy's loins and place her hands behind her back and kneeling on the ground with her head bowed
"I'm sorry, sir." She apologized, a tone of complete submission in her voice. Both Dreamy and Slinger looked to their caribou friend to see he was glaring at the lusty nurse before relaxing himself and speaking again.
"We're still touring the school, and walking around with boners is going to look pretty foolish." He said. It was then that the doctor made his way into the scene, having come out of a polished wooden door after hearing the shout from Stalgar. When he saw his nurse in such a position, he strolled over and pinched her by the ear.
"Get back to your station, slut, I'll deal with your punishment later!" he ordered angrily, as she quickly tried to stand up to avoid having her ear tugged before making her way back to the desk with a yelp of pain. "Sorry about that boys, the bitch's will is broken, but she still needs training in following orders correctly. Now how can I help you?"
The doctor was dressed much more proper for his work station. A pristine white suit and lab coat with rubber gloves and protective goggles. His fur was the same bright red as the symbol on his sign, and he had a dark green mane and tail. A protective mask was worn around his neck, apparently having taken it off when he was speaking, and then placing it back on when performing his work.
"We were just investigating the rooms for orientation day." Spell Slinger explained while the doctor rubbed his chin and nodded.
"Well I'm Doctor Healing Touch, and this is my office." he introduced himself, "I've got the proper equipment for just about anything that doesn't require a full team of surgeons to operate on, so there shouldn't be anything to worry about if you get sick or injured." He explained.
The boys decided it was time to go after that, not wanting to risk polluting the clean environment, and thanked the doctor for his time before leaving. Just before the doors to the office closed, they could hear the doctor beginning to turn his focus on his nurse. A quick shout for her to bend over, and then the sound proof doors closed behind them, preventing them from being able to hear anything further.
"I may have to book an examination when we're not so busy." Slinger commented with a perverted grin, absently rubbing at his groin. The others looked to each other then nodded in agreement, it was nice to know there was at least one mare to take the pressure off if they needed any special release.
The next stop on their tour was the home economics class room. The entire class was designed to look like some kind of display house. Apparently the class really was focused on learning the more practical and every day style magic that might be used around the household. However, they were not expecting to see portraits lining the walls depicting fillies and mares of various ages performing lewd, sexual activities.
"What the heck is with all the pictures?" Dreamy asked, pausing to admire one that showed a red collared mare wearing a cum stained cooking apron and mittens, holding a tray of fresh baked cookies. She was otherwise bare naked under the apron, and was smiling into the camera.
"Oh, well this class will help teach you how to properly control any females you may have working in your home. A master of magic should be just as powerful in his own home as he is in public!" The obvious teacher of the class said, coming out from behind a large sofa located in the imitation living room.
The teacher was another unicorn, having a pale yellow coat and fiery orange mane and tail. He was dressed in a night robe that was the same color as his hair, and judging by his bare legs showing out from under it, Dreamy guessed he was completely naked underneath!
"My name is Smooth Player." he introduced himself, "My special talent is, well, let's just say I have a way with getting women to do whatever I want." He grinned before gesturing around to the paintings in a clockwise spin with his arms out.
"My class will teach you all the magic you'll need to use for practical decisions in life, including the always popular Telekinesis." he began to list off the potential of his teachings, "I'm also responsible for teaching sexual education here, and how to keep your bitches in their place around the household. Don't want them running off when you go to work, now do we?" He laughed.
"This class sounds like it would be pretty fun." Slinger commented, approaching a photo of a young filly being bend over the teacher's knee and having her flanks spanked with a wooden paddle. The painting showed a busted vase in the background, so obviously she was being punished for the damages.
"Oh it is." Mr. Player answered, "I've got a special arrangement of slave girls for various age groups I can bring in for the class to practice on." he promised, "I've never had a student slack off in my class before, not after they see what kind of teaching methods I use." he laughed again, this time Slinger joined in too.
As they continued to explore the class room, they found that it was about the size of a comfortable house. It has both a basement and an upstairs level. The basement was for laundry and slave training supplies. The cages, leashes, whips, and restraining devices suggested this was where they were held captive before and after class, or where they were disciplined for failing to behave properly. The floor level was for the kitchen, living room, and dining room, and the upstairs was for the bathroom and bedrooms.
They then left the class, now excited to see what they would be learning tomorrow and headed onto the next stop on their tour, the Science and Theory class room. It was perhaps the largest class room aside from the gymnasium that they had witnessed thus far.
A large set of bleacher type desks sat against the far wall, with not one but three black boards below them where several theories and problems could be worked on without taking up too much space. A couple of podiums stood in between the black boards and the desks, which Dreamy guessed would have been used to debate conflicting theories. The class room looked like it would fit more at home in a college of some sort, rather than a grade school.
Next to the entrance lining along the walls were a collection of book shelves with rows after rows of various books and scrolls. As Dreamy inspected them, he noticed that some of them were simply topical research on magic itself, and others were actual spell books! He was tempted to take one of the books and start reading it, but quickly decided against touching any of them when he didn't know what they might contain.
"The teacher must be out at the moment." Stalgar spoke up, prompting the equines to look around and notice the class was empty aside from themselves. "Maybe we should come back later?" he suggested
Dreamy moved away from the volume of "Lust Spells and the Mystery of Female Orgasm Denial" he had been about to read through, deciding that Stalgar was probably right. The three of them returned to the hallway, leaving the empty class room behind for now.
"The only class left to check out is History." Slinger said as they looked on the map again to find out if they missed anything. The unicorn pointed to the final class room they had yet to explore. Dreamy folded up the map, determined to finish off the tour before heading back to the dormitory.
"Right, let's get this over with." Dreamy said, leading the way...
The final class on the tour, Magical History, was quite impressive to say the least. As with the Home Economics, this class room had pictures lining over the walls, but rather than focusing on the domination of various females, it showed images of famous magic users (all male, of course) throughout Equestria's history both prior to and after it's fall.
This was the first class room since Combat and Defense that seemed to have a crowd of students checking it out at the same time. Most of them were colts, fellow unicorns but there were about 8 Caribou as far as Dreamy was able to count. He had heard that the Caribou were actually far smaller in number than would be expected from a race that conquered the whole kingdom, so it was probably expected that most of the students would be from his own kind.
Stalgar, Spell Slinger, and Dreamy Gaze were surprised to find that the class had not one, but two teachers that would instruct the class. One was a unicorn, the other a caribou. Dreamy could only guess that they would both be needed to provide a detail account of the two races' magical history.
The unicorn had pale white fur and a deep blue mane and tail that had been brushed into curly locks. He was wearing a bright green robe and pointed hat with dark green gloves, along with dark green belts around his waist and hat. The caribou teacher were a pair of dark black pants and a battle tunic exposing the upper left side of his torso. A pair of matchinb black boots and gloves completed the outfit and it looks like the whole thing was lined with white fur, as if it had been fashioned out of animal pelts, or perhaps used for cold habitats.
Both teachers had name plates on their desks, the unicorn was named Grand Druid, the caribou was named Dromuk. As he read the name and turned to Stalgar, he suddenly realized that the names of the Caribou he had met were much less intricate or flashy than Equestrians. He decided not to question it, in case it seemed rude and instead turned to see Slinger was busy admiring a picture of a stallion laying siege to a Changeling hive, spraying a fountain of roaring flames from his right hand while holding what looked to be a magical staff in the left. A plaque underneath the picture read the identity of the stallion.
"Fiery Purge, the purifier of 19 changeling hives!" the plaque read as Slinger fantasized about the level of magic that would have had to be unleashed to accomplish such a feat. Dreamy quirked a brow when he noticed that Slinger's hair was starting to fluff up once again, evidence that his drained magical energy was beginning to refill itself. So far it was just a few loose strands, though, nothing that warranted carpet bombing the gymnasium to clear up.
"You may want to calm your enthusiasm." Stalgar said, placing a hand on Slinger's shoulder and drawing him back to reality. He shook his head to clear his mind, but the added fluff remained in his hair style. He nodded to Stalgar before moving away from the image and back to his two roommates.
"Well I think we've seen everything we need to see, unless you guys want to check out the cafeteria and the offices." Dreamy said, holding up the map. Neither of his new friends could think of anything further to explore, but then Dreamy noticed something very odd he hadn't looked at before.
In the eastern wing where all the dormitories were stationed, there was what appeared to be an extra hallway, but it wasn't labeled by grade. All the other halls were listed from 4th grade up to 12th, but the mysterious 13th hall way had no such listing.
"Hey guys, look at this!" He pointed out to them...
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"Honor Roll Dormitories..." Stalgar read out loud after they had arrived at the mysterious hall way. It spanned both left and right, taking up the entire stretch of the wing. "Looks like this place is reserved for the best and brightest." He mused.
"But why wouldn't they have it listed on the map?" Slinger asked, "It's just blank." he began to head down the left section of the hall, curious to see what these special dorms had to offer. Stalgar began to follow after him, and shortly after, so did Dreamy.
Most of the rooms they came across were locked, with signs on the front that said Vacant, indicating they had no currently assigned students. However, they eventually came to a door that was cracked open, and had a different sign on the front.
Cursed Relic, 7th Grade the sign read, and as the three boys approached the door, they heard what sounded like fighting coming from the slightly open door. Curious, as to what was going on, Slinger opened the door to see a colt in the middle of having his way with a young filly on the bed.
The colt had a deep fiendish purple coat, along with a midnight blue mane and tail color that snaked about in wild strands. The filly had a creamy yellow coat with green mane and tail that seemed to be clumped and matted with sweat, among other fluids.
The filly's arms were bound behind her back and a gag ball was fastened in between her jaws. She was moaning and squealing into the gag, while sitting with her back pressed against the male while he fondled her chest and thrust himself between her thighs. She also had a blind fold on, preventing her from seeing her surroundings, and a black collar was around her neck. She didn't seem to have a missing horn, or bound wings, so she was most likely a dirt pony.
"Louder, you little slut!" The colt ordered, "Why do you think I left the door opened?" he asked before looking to see the three unexpected visitors. Despite being caught in the act, he didn't stop, but instead smiled to the three of them.
The colt gave a few more thrusts before grunting as he released himself into her, the filly moaning at the sensation before he unceremoniously shoved her off him, falling face first onto the mattress. He pulled himself out of her and wiped his cock clean on her rear before getting off the bed to address the new arrivals, who were noticeably surprised, judging by the tents forming in their pants!
"Ah, you three look like first years." he guessed, "Couldn't stop yourselves from checking out the Honor Roll Dorms?" he asked, paying no more attention to the filly he had just fucked in front of an audience.
"I thought females weren't allowed to attend the academy." Dreamy asked curiously, "Why is she your roommate?" He asked, wanting to know more about what was going on here.
"Oh, she's not my roommate." The colt answered, "She's my fuck toy. Every member of the Honor Roll gets their own private room, as well as a temporary slave to use however they please. Once the school year ends, however, they go back to being school property, so I plan to enjoy her while I can." He explained.
"Besides, she's just a dirt pony anyways, not like she has the brain to use magic even if they'd let her." he went on, "isn't that right, slut?" She asked, yanking her off the mattress by the hair of her mane as she yelped out a quick 'Yes, Master' before being released and dropped back down again.
"Wait a minute, your name is Cursed Relic?" Slinger asked looking back onto the name plate on the door. The colt nodded before clapping his hands as he moved closer to the doorway.
"Yep, Sacred Relic is my older brother." he explained, "But just because we're family doesn't mean I get any special treatment in school." He went on, "I had to work hard, but I've been on the honor role since 5th Grade." he bragged.
He then moved away from the three and began approaching the filly who seemed to have recovered from their session.
"Now while I'm sure the grand tour has been eye opening for you, I'd like to get back to teaching this dirt pony her place." he said, "I'm hoping to turn at least one of these slaves into a red collar before I graduate." He laughed.
"Of course, we'll leave you to it." Dreamy replied as they left the room, leaving the door slightly cracked open like they had found it. The moans and squeals from the room were now unbridled screams, a sign that Cursed had removed the gag in an effort to make her louder.
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"We have got to get on the Honor Roll!" Slinger exclaimed as they made it back to their dormitory, the three of them having seen all the needed to see and were now looking for a place to rest for their first big day of school tomorrow.
"That's going to be difficult as we don't know the first thing about controlling our magic right now." Stalgar commented, stripping out of his clothing to get more comfortable, Dreamy and Slinger beginning to do the same.
"Stalgar is right," Dreamy spoke up, "We probably won't even have a chance of getting on there until next year at least." the tone of his voice made it clear that even while he said it, he didn't believe it. His excitement and eagerness wanting to earn the privilege just as much as Slinger.
"Besides, we've got Home Economics to help relieve that problem if you really need it." Stalgar commented before climbing naked into bed, laying with his arms behind his head as he started to relax. He didn't bother covering himself with the sheets, unlike Dreamy and Slinger.
"My own slave..." Slinger muttered as he drifted off to sleep, followed by Stalgar and lastly Dreamy...
Dreamy Gaze looked around, confused by what he saw. He seemed to be in a grassy field full of rocks and trees and armor dressed manikins. He tried to inspect the figures to see they were modeled after various other races from griffins, to changelings, and even diamond dogs. They wore various colored uniforms and armor styles, but as he tried to inspect them further, they suddenly began exploding into a shower of magical energy!
"Wahahahahahaaaa!" shouted a maniacal laughter from above, causing the young colt to look up in shock and see none other than Spell Slinger levitating in the sky. His eyes radiated with magical essence as bolts of energy rained from his hands down upon the fake soldiers, obliterating them into debris.
"More power, more power!" Slinger shouted, his voice having a booming echo as he released a massive explosion from his body. Dreamy cried out in fear as the blast was coming straight towards his location and held up his hands to shield himself.
Just as the blast made impact, however, Dreamy soon found himself flung up to a sitting position in bed, sweat dripping off him as his breathing was heavy. It took several moments for him to realize he had been having a nightmare. But just as he regained his senses, he heard Slinger muttering in his sleep.
"mmph, more power...nff..zzz" The fellow unicorn rolled over in his sleep, a happy grin on his face. Dreamy looked at him in shock, listening to his muttering for a while longer.
"Was I... did I just enter his dream?" the confused unicorn asked himself in disbelief. He rubbed his head and recoiled when he touched his horn and found it was warm, as if it had just been using magic.
Dreamy looked out the window to see the sun was beginning to rise and climbed out of bed. He hadn't take a shower all day yesterday and figured he might as well get it over with now that he was awake. He passed another glance at Slinger as he headed for the private bathroom and then shook his head, continuing with his task.
Dreamy had never heard of any magic that would allow someone to enter another's dreams. Perhaps he had heard Slinger in his sleep and subconsciously made his own dream based on it, whatever the case was, Dreamy didn't know how to duplicate the effect right now.
The bathroom had a toilet, but no bath tub, instead only having a walk in shower with glass doors and walls. He yawned the grogginess out of him as he turned on the water and set it for a warm enough temperature to be comfortable without scalding. The water splashed down on his face, as he rubbed it in his eyes to get whatever remained of his sleepiness out of his system before he started reaching for soap and shampoo.
It didn't take long for Dreamy to finish his shower, shaking his mane and tail to get rid of any excess water before stepping out to grab a towel and properly dry off. When he was comfortable with his mane, he wrapped the towel around his waist and began to fetch a hair brush. As he did so, he walked back out to the bed room and saw his friends were still sleeping. He looked over to Stalgar who was still sleeping above the covers in the nude, and was now sporting a full hard on!
Dreamy stifled a laugh as he saw the caribou grinning in his sleep, his body shifting slightly to rub at his shaft. Dreamy almost didn't notice when his vision started to grow hazy from staring at him, and he felt a sensation run through his body as his horn started to glow with magical energy. By the time he realized what was happening, his vision began to come back into focus and he now found that he was once again in a different setting than the dormitory room.
"Wha-?" Dreamy gasped, looking around to see he was in a what looked to be a bed chamber of considerable size. Along the floors and walls were shackled females both pony and caribou alike. Most of them had red collars, but every 4th or 5th member wore a purple. The shackles were fastened around their collars, leashing them to their designated spots like pets.
As Dreamy glanced towards the large, circular bed, he found Stalgar laying on the bed with not one, but four women! He had a caribou girl sitting on his lap, bouncing up and down his cock, while a pegasus lay between his legs, sucking his balls and lapping up whatever juices flowed out from between the moose's legs. The last two girls were a unicorn and caribou who were fondling and kissing each other while Stalgar watched.
"I really am in his dream!" Dreamy gasped, realizing the situation, but in doing so, he attracted Stalgar's attention who quickly snapped his attention to Dreamy, looking at him dumbfounded by his presence.
Suddenly the dream world became hazy and distorted again before coming back into focus to reveal they were back in the normal world, and that now Stalgar was very much awake and sitting up in bed, looking at Dreamy with the same expression on his face.
"What was that?" Stalgar asked, unsure of what had just happened. Slinger yawned and stretched as he was just waking up, before noticing Stalgar was looking very confused and staring right at Dreamy.
"Guys..." Dreamy said hesitantly, "I think I can enter people's dreams!" he exclaimed, sounding both excited and scared at the same time. Slinger was now looking at him with the same expression Stalgar had been using, although now the caribou was fully awake and climbing out of bed.
"How did you do that?" Stalgar demanded. It was obvious to see he was upset with the idea of someone entering his mind without permission, but he noticed Dreamy seemed just as surprised as he was, if not more so.
"All I did was stare at you for a while and next thing I know, I'm watching you have a private orgy." Dreamy tried to explain before turning to Slinger, "and you almost blew me up in your dream!" he exclaimed.
Slinger wanted to try and recreate the circumstances, but Stalgar decided to get himself ready for school while he had the chance and walked into the bathroom.
"I've never heard of anyone being able to enter dreams before." Slinger said, "You think it might be your special talent?" He asked excitedly. Dreamy perked up at the idea that he had such a gifted ability.
"Only one way to find out!" he answered, "Try fantasizing about something, I'll see if it works." he requested. Dreamy nodded and closed his eyes, allowing himself to grow lost in thought while Dreamy began to do his work.
He stared at the daydreaming colt intensely, but nothing happened. He tried intensifying his glare, but that only gave him an eye strain. Sadly, he exhaled the breath he had been holding and allowed his eyes to relax, preparing to give up, before once again his horn began to glow with power and his vision blurred!
Dreamy now found himself standing next to Slinger on what appeared to be a raft in the middle of a lake. When Slinger noticed his presence, he smiled and patted him on the shoulder.
"It was all I could come up with at the moment." Slinger commented as Dreamy looked around in surprise. He really was inside Slinger's mind, he really did have the power to enter people's dreams, and not just when they were awake!
"This is awesome!" Dreamy exclaimed, reaching down to scoop a handful of the water. The water felt wet and cool, as though it were actually real, and it was crystal clear. He took a sip and felt the cool, refreshing taste sliding down his throat.
"I found my special talent!" Dreamy cheered, and the moment the words left his mouth, the dream faded and both unicorns were brought back to reality to find that Dreamy's flank was now glowing with magical energy!
There was a bright flash before the magic faded, and in it's place was Dreamy's newly acquired cutie mark! Similar to his father's, it too was a pair of eyes, but they were different in style. The eyes were half closed, as if weary with fatigue or deep in thought, and a hazy, white blur surrounded them, making it appear as though the eyes were dreaming.
"Finally!" Dreamy exclaimed as Slinger patted him on the back. The other unicorn then leaned on his side, showing off his own cutie mark, which Dreamy realized he still hadn't seen yet, despite Slinger telling him he already had one.
Slinger's mark was -unsurprisingly- a torrent of magical energy. It depicted the silhouette of a unicorn's head charging their horn with magic, but 7 bolts of energy were being launched from the horn instead of just one. The bolts scattered in a fan shaped pattern, attempting to blast an entire area.
"Congratulations, Dreamy, you're a proper pony now!" Slinger laughed before a knock at the door interrupted them. Dreamy, being the only one with something covering him up, decided to answer, while Slinger worked on getting himself ready for school.
As Dreamy opened the door, still excited by his newly discovered ability, he was greeted to the sight of a pegasus mare with a cart of wrapped packages with name tags on them. She was holding three in her arms which had Dreamy Gaze, Spell Slinger, and Stalgar on them.
"Here are your first year uniforms, sirs." She said as Dreamy accepted the packages and looked at the mare. She was an adult, not like the young filly Cursed Relic had been using the day before. A red collar indicating her willing submission. She had a bright orange coat with strawberry colored mane and tail. Aside from her collar, and the wing covers, the only other piece of clothing she wore was a tight red and white thong, covering her sex, and riding high up her ass.
"I'm the first year Cart Bitch, and I'm to ensure the 4th grade students have everything they need to perform their classes." She introduced herself, "If you need any supplies, I go around at 7:30 am, 12:00pm, and 8:30 pm with my supply cart." she explained.
Slinger heard a female by the door and came over to inspect the situation, still fully nude, and he didn't seem ashamed to be naked in front of a crown woman. Dreamy handed him his packaged uniform, while setting Stalgar's on his bed.
"Oh, and what's your name?" Slinger asked, reaching up and squeezing one of the mare's exposed breasts. she didn't pull away, but instead bent lower to give him a better reach.
"Call me whatever you like, sir. I'm just a dumb cunt here to service you." She answered before Slinger groped her other breast, now kneading them with his hands and making her wiggle her hips fro the sensation.
"I'm sure you'd service me real good." Slinger commented, "I think I'll be seeing you again after your shift tonight." He mused, "Now get back to work, I have to get ready for school!" he ordered, giving her a slap to the face.
"Ah, yes sir!" She answered before quickly grabbing her cart and continuing on her way down the hall to deliver the rest of the uniforms to the students who had yet to receive them.
"Oh I'm going to have fun with her!" Slinger said, shutting the door as Stalgar began to emerge from the bathroom, allowing Slinger to take his shower. When Stalgar noticed the uniforms had been delivered, he approached the package and began to open it while Dreamy did the same.
"Nice cutie mark..." Stalgar commented, "Too bad the uniforms are going to cover it up." he added, pulling away the paper wrapping and seeing what his outfit for the school was was going to look like.
The uniforms were the same color as the room's theme, a mixture of red and white. For Spell Slinger and Dreamy Gaze, the uniforms consisted of a set of sleeveless robes with a white undershirt and pants, along with red gloves and white hoods. For Stalgar, his uniform consisted of red boots and gloves, red pants and chest armor which had been lined with white fur around the edges of the gloves, boots, and armor.
"Not bad at all!" Spell Slinger admired himself, getting a feel for the uniform. It was light and flexible, and looked to be comfortable to wear. Stalgar had just finished strapping on his armor when it was time for them to begin their first day of classes.
"Well I suppose this is where we split up." Dreamy said, "Maybe we'll have certain classes together." he added, retrieving the schedule sheet he had gotten the day before. He looked over it and remembered that he had chosen Science and Theory for his class.
Slinger explained that he had chosen Combat and Defense, hoping that it would be best if he managed to expel his pent up magic early in the day. Stalgar had chosen Arts and Crafts first, as his people's form of magic differed from that of Equestrians.
"Well I suppose it's time to get started." Dreamy said opening the door and the three of them headed out for their designated classes of the day.
Later....
Dreamy sat in the class listening to the teacher give a run down of the basic principles of magic and how it functioned. The teacher was a unicorn with emerald green coat and dark orange mane and tail. He was dressed in a solid white pair of robes and hard circle rimmed glasses on his face. Dreamy thought he looked some kind of magical scientist! His name was Leyline Nexus, and he had introduced himself as a specialist on focal points where magic was much easier to harness.
"You see, class, unicorn magic happens for a reason. Normally you need to focus on a specific goal in mind before casting anything. But young and inexperienced colts like you are known to subconsciously use magic without knowing how or why." The teacher explained, bringing Dreamy to focus on the lecture. "As first year students, I'm going to help you understand the reason behind your magic activating in the way that it does. I understand most of you are only just recently earning your cutie marks and some of this may be rather confusing for young magic users like yourselves."
There were noticeable murmurs from the class involving talk about their newly discovered powers, but Dreamy couldn't really get a sense for what they were saying beyond the jumble of conversations.
"Over the rest of the week, I want you all to record a log of any time your magic activates. Take notes of the situation in detail and see if you can figure out what is causing your magic to function. Once you learn that, you'll be on your way to mastering your abilities." He instructed. "At the end of the week, we will examine your notes and see if you managed to discover the source of your powers." He added as the bell started to ring, signalling it was time for the next class.
Dreamy perked up, having failed to notice the passage of time as his thoughts were drifting back to his newly discovered power. He saw other students beginning to collect their things and file out of the room, but not before receiving a journal from Leyline on their way out. As he passed by the desk, he collected the journal and looked at it, it was a simple leather bound cover and didn't look very thick. If he guessed right, it was just to help first year students better come to understand their magic.
"I'll get started on this tonight." He promised himself, eager to see what else he could do given proper time to practice, but for now, he had to move on to his next class, Home Economics.
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Smooth Player's class room was even more lively than Leyline's had been. A door that had not been present earlier was fashioned into a wall on the side of the room. As the door was opened, it revealed a class room with desks and a board for giving lectures.
"The model house is for class experiments!" Smooth explained, "This room is where you'll be learning your lessons." He added. Dreamy looked around the class and noticed that all the photos that had previously been in the model house were now moved into the classroom and were lined around the walls.
Dreamy took a seat at the front of the class room while other students filed into their own desks before the teacher approached the front of the class and began to give his lessons. He was still dressed in only a night robe, but this time it had changed from it's previous bright orange into a dark red.
"The first thing I'm going to teach you in my class room is how to use Telekinesis!" Smooth explained, "This is an extremely basic spell that all Unicorns know how to do. It will allow you to manipulate objects from a distance." He explained. Dreamy watched as Smooth turned to the teacher's desk and his horn began to glow with an orange aura.
Soon, the aura spread to a book that had been left out and it levitated into the air slowly, causing several of the less experienced students to watch in amazement as the book floated over to their teacher and landed neatly in his hands.
"This is my book on rudimentary spells." he explained, "You will all be receiving a copy of it, and it will teach you the basic house hold magic. You'll have to wait 'till you're older before learning anything more advanced." He went on before flipping the book open and sitting back down at his desk to read it.
"Now then, in order to use this spell, you have to focus on the object you want to manipulate and imagine your magic flowing around it." he explained, opening a drawer in his desk and pulling out a two stacks of books. "Once you do that, try to imagine your magic is like a third arm and lift the object into the air. Like this." He went on as the stacks of books started to float into the air and scattered gently about the room. They appeared to be copies of the teacher's book.
"Be careful not to use too much energy or the object will become difficult to control. But once you get the hang of it, you'll be using it almost every day of your life." He finished, as the books landed on the student's desks, giving them each their own copy of the rudimentary spells.
Dreamy caught his book before it could fully land and flipped through it randomly. Some of the pages had text, others had strange pictures and symbols, some even had both. The symbols would probably be required for simple rituals. He flipped back to the front where it gave more details on telekinesis as Smooth told them their first lesson would be to get the book to float at least one inch above their desk. Many of the students began to work on it, but they all unsurprisingly were having difficulty.
Dreamy closed his eyes and tried to visualize the book in his mind, feeling his power channel from his horn. He tried to remember what it felt like to enter Slinger's mind and before he knew it, his horn started to glow which soon encompassed the book. As he opened his eyes to see the glowing book in front of him, he gasped in excitement, but then his concentration broke, causing the magical aura to disperse, much to his dismay.
"That was very good for a first try, Mr. Gaze." Smooth commented, having seen the attempt, "But remember, you have to focus. Try it again." He instructed as Dreamy once more began to focus on the spell.
Over time, other students in the class began to get the hang of the spell as their books started to float. Some were hovering in the air uneasily, wobbling out of balance, but others were gently bobbing up and down. Dreamy had finally managed to get his own book to levitate, but it was hard to block out distractions for long before his magic started to waver. Finally, Smooth felt the class had gotten enough practice and noted they could stop levitating the books.
The wobbling books dropped to the desks with a collective series of thuds, but the gently floating books were lowered down softly. Dreamy was glad to finally be able to relax as he set his book down and Smooth Player rose to stand in front of the class.
"You should all practice this spell whenever you can." he told them, "It's just like working a muscle, the more you use it, the more you'll get accustomed to doing so, and the better skill you'll develop." He went on before clapping his hands together just as the bell rang, "Now onto your next class, all of you." He commanded.
Dreamy's next class had been Arts and Crafts, and unfortunately it was not as exciting as he had been lead to believe yesterday. The class wasn't give any sort of tools or resources to craft powerful objects. Instead, they were given a long, boring lecture about the science between weaving magic into objects. Dreamy knew full well that such information would be important for any future experiments or creations, but after the hype he had built up, listening to the process of creating a fire enchantment on a river rock was a lost less attention grabbing than actually putting the knowledge to use.
Dreamy was on his 3rd period class and still had not shared a class room with any of his roommates so far. It was unlikely that all three of them had chosen completely different schedules, but so far that seemed to be the case. When the bell rang for the next class, Dreamy rubbed his eyes and stretched his upper body, trying to reclaim some of the energy he had lost from sitting through the detailed explanation. Luckily his next class was Combat and Defense, just the sort of thing he needed to ignite his adrenaline.
And ignite it, it did, for this was the first class of the day that wasn't about quiet study and practice. The gymnasium was loud, specifically build for the coach's shouting voice to echo off the walls, amplifying the volume. He had the students lining up shoulder to shoulder as he marched up and down like a drill sergeant giving them a military strike mission.
"Today, you will be performing the Magic Missile spell!" he shouted, "It is a fairly simple combat spell that will serve to get you accustomed to using your magic in an offensive manner." He stopped his marching for a moment to discipline one unicorn who had been slouching in posture. He pulled a riding crop out from behind his back and smacked the foal on the head, making him yelp and grab his head in pain.
"Am I boring you, soldier!?" the coach demanded, "I must be boring you, because it looked like you weren't very interested in my class!" The whipped student quickly straightened their posture as the others stared at the outburst.
"That's more fucking like it!" The coach exclaimed before returning to their marching and continuing their lecture as if nothing had happened. "Any rookie can perform this spell. You simply charge up and release a concentrated burst of magical essence at your target! I have prepared a bulls eye for each of you. You will be graded based on accuracy, power, and time!" He used the crop to point to the far side of the gym, revealing brand new targets instead of the ones from the day before.
"Every missile you cast is worth 2 points. Every bulls eye you hit is worth 5 points. The amount of damage you inflict is worth 1 to 3 points depending on severity!" He went on, "Impact equals 1 point, scorch marks equals 2 points, and destruction of material equals 3 points!" He finished.
"Now everypony stand at least 10 hooves away from your target and start casting!" He ordered. The students quickly approached their targets and got to work on attempting to perform the spell as they had been instructed.
Dreamy kept his gaze focused on the target ahead of him. Between dream walking on his roommates, and levitating the book earlier, he was getting more accustomed to channeling his magic, but this would be the first time he used it for directly offensive means. As he felt his horn beginning to pulse with magic, he willed it forward and released a beam of energy.
Unfortunately the beam was faint and only traveled a couple feet before it fizzled out in mid air. He blinked in surprise, but then realized the spell had failed as he tried to use it again. Next to him there were students having better luck than him. He thought he recognized some of them as being colts who were practicing at orientation day; cheaters!
The next bolt he tried, he focused a higher concentration of magic. It was a little tiring, but the beam was able to stabalize itself half way to the target before it fizzled out again.
"How much magic is this gonna take?" Dreamy muttered as he tried to catch his breath before trying a third time. He channeled so much energy his knees felt weak before firing. The bolt managed to strike the target, but was off center, missing the bulls eye and striking near the edge due to his lack of aim.
"Darn it..!" He moaned, feeling too tired to shoot another...
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By the time gym period was over, Dreamy was exhausted both physically and mentally. He immediately regretted not making it the last class on his schedule, because next he had to sit through History, which was already renowned for being a boring subject by default. He could barely pay attention as the teacher explained the history of how the Caribou had managed to bring peace and prosperity to Equestria with the aid of the Crystal Heart.
By the time the bell rang to signal the end of the day's lessons, Dreamy didn't even bother to wait around for his roommates to show up, he simply wanted to get some rest, and made his way to the dorm room, where he quickly set his supplies down by the bed and flopped into the mattress.
"Note to self, change Combat and Defense Class at earliest convenience." He muttered, closing his eyes and letting sleep take him.