Scaled Foal : Good Morning Class , Part 5


"Good Morning Class," The teacher smiled, as she walked into the classroom. getting a choir of, "Good morning Miss Cheerlee."

Cheerlee smiled, "Today we have a new student, Spike would you please come up here?... Spike? Spike!? SPIKE!"

Spike yelped and fell out of his chair, still holding his JoyBoy.

"Spike," Cheerlee narrowed her eyes, radiating parental disapproval. "Class has started young colt. Put the game away, and come up here, and introduce yourself."

Spike blushed, quickly saving his game and turning it off before putting it in his jacket pocket.

"Button Mash," Cheerlee looked over at the brown colt with the orange mane. "I better not have to tell you to put yours away."

Button gave a nervous grin, and turned his game off. While Spike hesitantly marched up to the front of the class.

"Everypony," Cheerlee got the attention of the snickering foals. "Today we have joining us Prince Spike, Ward of Princess Twilight. Please make him feel welcomed. Spike, why don't you tell us a bit about yourself?"

"O-oh," Spike blushed and fidgeted. "Well I like comic books, and Videogames, and watching hoofball, and... uhmmm,"

Cheerlee encouraged, "Why don't you tell us how the Princess came to adopt you." she was trying to get all the questions the foals were bound to pester him with out of the way now, as well as get rid of any misconceptions that Spike was just a servant or a pet.

"Oh... hummm..." Spike didn't understand why he was so nervous, he spoke in front of large crowds all the time, but somehow this small school house, with foals of various ages was the hardest. He felt like he did, when he was in front of the tens of thousands at the Equestria Games.

He took a deep breath, "My breed of dragon can only hatch when exposed to a high level of magic, usually that comes from frequent exposure to dragon fire. Someone found my egg and brought it to the Princess, I mean Princess Celestia, since there are like a billion Princesses now.

"Anyway Twilight hatched my egg as part of her entrance exam. Celestia was going to try to return me to the dragons, even sent a letter to the Dragon Lord. Celestia asked Twilight to look after me, while she waited for a reply and... well Twilight sort of created a international incident, when she refused to give me up when the dragons finally came to collect me."

Spike shrugged, "Celestia was able to smooth things over, and the Dragons decided a Wingless runt wasn't worth the hassle. So they let Twilight keep me."

Cheerlee gave a comforting smile, "Can you tell us why Twilight calls you her 'Assistant',"

"O-oh y-yeah sure," Spike cleared his throat. "Twilight was never very good at taking care of herself. She'd get too caught up in her research and her various duties. She always took good care of me, but she would often forget to feed herself. So I would make her sandwiches, to make sure she ate.

"Despite how obsessed she can be, she tends to be a bit messy, as she tries to do a billion things at once. I started picking up after her, to help, and putting things back where she liked them. I helped her keep track of her schedule, since she'd put so much work on herself she'd forget what she had to do. Of course she got really obsessive about that later...

"She started calling me her 'little assistant' because she often said she didn't know what she'd do with herself without me and well... I liked being her little helper and... yeah the title just sort of stuck."

"Thank you Spike," Cheerlee nodded, "Please have a seat," Spike sighed with relief and ran back to his desk.