Okey Dokey

I love how this ties into the zebradom story, effectively making it all Little Pip’s own fanfiction.

Fiction within fiction

I like books

Without the K

And replaced with a B

@Background Pony #2ADA
Same

That ending made me giggle. X3

Littlepip sat awkwardly on the chair opposite the school counsellor’s desk, twiddling her thumbs as her eyes avoided the deadpanned stare of the stallion, Brain Fog. After a long silence, he finally broke the silence.

“Do you know why you’re here, Littlepip?” A very common question, to which the answer commonly was evasive.

“Honestly, I don’t know why I’m still having these meetings. I already graduated, I reached adulthood weeks ago. I’m just waiting for prom night to be over at this point. Then I’ll never see this office again.” She dodged the reason she’d been called in.

“But until then, you’re under the school’s jurisdiction.” The counsellor stood up as his hands slammed down on the desk. “We’re supposed to make a functioning member of society out of you!”

“I passed my grades, didn’t I? And I got a technical college admission lined up in case my writing career doesn’t pan out.” Pip pointed out, deliberately missing the point.

“Why yes, let’s talk about your writing. Mr. Cloud Bank tells me you were caught selling pornography in the corridor.” He held up the book she’d kept hidden within her sweater.

“It’s an erotic novel! I’m self published.” Littlepip protested, hoping the distinction would somewhat ameliorate the problem.

The counsellor turned over the book in his hand to read the blurb on the back to her. ““Follow Littlepip, a young lesbian pony from Stable 2, as she pursues her crush into the Equestrian Wasteland and right into the hooves of the slavers of Caesar’s Legion. Will she learn how to love her collar as she submits to the masculine zebra stallions, who want to erase her unicorn heritage and get her addicted to cock? Or will she remain a dissolute pony dyke who’s pining for a mare who will never return her affections? Read for yourself in this throbbing, orgy-filled adventure of racial domination and the enfeeblement of Equestria!” This is smut, Littlepip. The school is not a storefront for dirty, fetishist literature.” Counsellor Brain Fog cut through her excuses.

“But you do admit it’s literature.” Littlepip gave a sly grin as she give him a finger gun salute.

“According to Cloud Bank, you were giving colts a suggestive look with your sweater unzipped, exposing your shirt with “ample cleavage”. I do not know how they do things in the wasteland, but inside this school we do not use our tits as an advertisement board!” The counsellor was becoming rather annoyed by this point.

“So what? We wear shirts to school all the time on summer days, and nobody complains if we give the boys looks! Or ought to shame us for the size of our breasts!” Littlepip continued to feign innocence against the growing case of evidence against her.

“You also had your hand over your crotch, in a manner implying that you were pleasuring yourself in public. Which fits right in with your record of lewd and promiscuous behaviour at this school.”

“I- okay, I’ll give you that one. I’m kind of a horny unicorn.” Pip admitted, sheepishly ducking her head.

Brain Fog rubbed his forehead in open frustration. “Littlepip, this level of sexual preoccupation is not normal in a filly your age. There might be a real developmental problem with you resulting from negative experiences.” Letting out a deep sigh, he allowed a minute of silence to pass as he worked towards this uncomfortable subject. “Littlepip, has your father ever sexually abused you over the years?”

“What? No! I don’t even know my father!” That embarrassing aspect of her life was out before she could even think better of it.

“You lived with your mom in a single parent household your whole life?” The counsellor sought to confirm his assumption.

Littlepip awkwardly nodded. She didn’t really like talking about her alcoholic mother, and the one-night stand that led to her conception. Her peers would always call her a child of a slut and a whore.

“Hasn’t this come up in sessions with your paediatrician?”

“That’s mostly about kleptomania. Which you know about from Mrs. Chalk Dust.” Pip felt it less humiliating to bring that up herself before the counsellor did.

“Yes, the vibrator.” Brain Fog didn’t feel he had to go into further detail.

“So it’s okay for her to bring that to school?” Littlepip didn’t want to be too cheeky, but she did feel that was hypocritical.

“We talked about this. She said she had forgotten to take it out, and I believe her. This is not about her, it’s about your problem.” He focused the discussion back on Littlepip just as the bell rang to announce the end of the school day.

“Okay, fine. Can we cut to the chase? I promise I’ll talk to my psychiatrist about this. My mom’s waiting to pick me up with the car.” Littlepip wanted to rush things, but could tell she wasn’t allowed to go just yet.

“Pip, I know I won’t be your school counsellor for much longer, but I’m still worried about you. You’re an adult now, you won’t be able to get away with things so easily anymore unless you get a grip on yourself. You seem happy, and I assume your writing acts as a benign outlet for more destructive impulses. But that doesn’t always mean a pony isn’t hiding away their true pain inside. Should you ever feel your therapist isn’t good enough and you need to talk, you know my number.” The moment of seriousness lasted for about five seconds before Pip interrupted.

“Does this mean I don’t get punished?” She daringly asked.

“Oh no, it’ll take more than a sob story to get out of sweeping the grounds for the coming week! Consider yourself lucky you’re starting tomorrow, so you can schedule the time you’re picked up.” Brain Fog was right back to being stern.

“Right. So… can I have my book back now?” She held out her hand, expecting it back.

“For the time being, this is still counted as evidence of your misdemeanour. The principal well let you know when you can get it back.” He opened the desk drawer and dropped the copy of “Blazing Sands of Zebrica” in it. “But you can go now, Littlepip.”

She had reached the door and was about to leave, when she stopped and looked over her shoulder. “Actually, Mr. Brain Fog? Is the gym changing room still open? I think I need to get to the cotton rocket dispenser.”

“Try the toilets by the staff room, they should still have some.” How was it that out of this whole conversation, that was the part that made him uncomfortable?

Brain Fog watched her leave, before stepping outside his office. He was about to flick the ‘busy’ sign over to ‘available’ before he thought better of it. Closing the door behind him, he sat back down at his desk and opened the drawer to take out the book Littlepip had brought to school.

Licking the top of his finger, he opened it and flicked through the pages as he leaned back in his chair.

“Now, where did I leave off?”

The way you draw Littlepip is always so adorable. I especially love her outfit here, need more of her!