>you strain your eyes a bit, pinching the bridge of your nose
>Thursday afternoon already, and this class is still barely halfway done
>the week has not been very kind on you, with many a night spent either slaving over homework or just lazying about
>"...when you look at the balanced equation, you can see that the reactants include 1 molecule of Iron (III) Oxide and 2 molecules of Aluminum. So in order for this particular reaction to take place, we must have 1 molecule of Iron (III) Oxide and 2 molecules of Aluminum. That's why it's 2 Aluminums for every 1 Iron (III) Oxide. You need twice as many Aluminum than Iron (III) Oxide. Don't look at it as atoms, you want to see the ratio of molecules..."
>the voice draws you back to reality, as you resume your gaze with your head propped up by your arm
>down in front of the class the silver maned professor scribbles away at the chalkboard, drawing the elements and enveloping them with lines and figures
>his tail whips somewhat side to side as he jerks himself from one side of the board to the other
>you look around the lecture theater, with the hum of the bright overhead florescent lamps accompanied by the drone of the air-conditioner in the background
>occasionally you'd hear the scribbling of pencils and pages being turned or torn out of notebooks, as well as a murmur of voices
>the latter doesn't surprise you much, seeing as it is a class of three-hundred already.
>big enough to not get noticed easily...but still, the professor seems to have a firm grip on the class, so it's not that chaotic during the contact sessions
>"...and that covers our recap of the work we have done thus far for the week. If I were you, I'd keep my eye out for this in tomorrow's class test."
>you grunt in displeasure from hearing that
>not that you won't be able to write it, it's just you feel no desire to study for that test after a week like this.
>"Hey dude, can I borrow your homework for a bit?"
>Neon leans over to glance at it
>you see him trying awkwardly to write down what you did
>you look at him with slight annoyance
>"Like...what did you write down here? I can't make out your chicken scratch."
"That's the mole mass of the mixture... and I write that way to keep lazy fucks like you from stealing it."
>not that it's a one sided thing really
>you and him decided to sit at the back of the class to goof around a bit, but you vary between copying from his work or the other way around
>and if it was the case that both of you forgot about it, you'd just try and jointly solicit it from the smart mare sitting in front of your desks
>"I love you too..." he said nonchalantly as he reached over and pulled the papers closer to his
>"I'm almost done anyway, and I just want to get a few answers for a couple of questions."
"Pssh, and you're expecting me to have the right ones?"
>"You know what they say, any answer rather than none. Maybe he'd give me marks for effort or something..."
>you shrug in response, as you start packing away your stationary
"worth a shot I guess...hah, that's what I'm going for at least."
>"...and I'll see you tomorrow at noon again ladies and gentlecolts. Don't forget to bring your papers to the front before you leave class."
>the professor taps his hoof on the corner of his desk, emphasizing his point midst the clutter of students packing up
>"and done...thanks man, owe ya..."
>Neon hastily jumbles together his pencils as he shuffles his papers in order, handing your papers back to you before rising from his seat
>admittedly he is one dapper stallion
>with his black short sleeve dress shirt covering his white T underneath, finished off with his white tie, neatly folded
>guess he does it to impress the mares on campus
>"Yeah, no problem...listen Neon, we need to discuss the test, but we can do that once we're outside."
>he simply nods, running his hoof through his mane to make sure it stands upright again
>you make your way down the flight of steps, past the desks and through the crowd of students
>Neon places his papers down on the pile on the desk, with you following suit
>"Excuse me Anonymous, may I have a quick word with you before you go?"
>The professor stood behind his desk, organizing his things before he resumed looking at you
>you think to yourself, okay...wondering where this is going
>most of the students being outside already, he turns his full attention to you
>"Now you know Anonymous, your marks have been...okay, but I see a lot of potential in you."
"Thanks..."
>you shuffle a bit in your stance
>"You can go a long way...I just need you to put in that extra mile for me. It's not that hard, now is it?"
"Oh, no no definitely, I'll be sure to put in some extra work in for tomorrow's test..."
>"That's what I'd like to hear. I'm expecting to see you shine as one of my best students." he said with a smile, as he adjusted his spectacles
"Sure thing sir, thank you... have a nice day."
>"Same to you Anonymous."
>you make your way out of the theater with some awkwardness
>he's your favorite lecturer for sure, always friendly towards you
>but you're just a bit shy from time to time thinking you might mess up your words or something when you talk to him
>you walk down the hallway and through the building doors, into the bright sunshine
>Neon is standing nearby, leaning against the wall as he glances around lazily
>"Hey man, what kept you?"
"Just the prof, bout the test and stuff..."
>"Yeah, you wanted to talk to me about it as well?"
>you start walking further on campus grounds, down the lanes with the large trees overhead and buildings on either side
>the students bustle their way further, either to the cafeteria or simply on their way home
"Yep...I take it both you and I are already wishing this week was over...so here's my proposition"
>Neon slips on his glasses after retrieving it from his shirt pocket, the dark shades gleaming in the rays of sunlight
>"Shoot"
"Check it, both you and I get together tonight, we go over the notes, ask each other the questions...boom, studying done"
>"I see...good plan...good plan...makes studying a hellova lot less boring then..."
>He smirks, as he looks at the mares walking in front, his eyes following their swaying rumps. Occasionally giving a wink too to the mares passing by, eliciting a giggle from them in response.
"So, what time can we get together? I vote your place. Closer to campus...and mine's a mess anyway."
>"Okay, we can do it at my place. Say... seven-ish. I'll pump us some tunes in the living room there. Oh, and bring something to drink...my beers finished since last weekend's festivities"
"Haha, alright, so we got a plan. Check you later dude..."
>"See ya man"
>you pat him on the shoulder as he walks into the other direction
>your eyes following the sway of his rump a little bit too much
>you turn again and decide you'll need a coffee or something from the cafeteria
>among the few strolling ponies in the quiet lane, the afternoon sun kissing the rooftops of the buildings behind the trees
"It's going to be a long night after all?" you wonder aloud to yourself
>you knock on the white wooden door
>the lights overhead illuminating the hallway past the other rooms
>tucked underneath your arm is a case of cider, tightly wrapped in their plastic packaging still
>"Coming!" you hear coming from inside
>Neon opens the door, smiling broadly as he greets you
>"Hey man! what's up? Come on in...."
"Hey. I'm doing all right...and thanks"
>you step inside his apartment, into the living room
>This guy sure lives the way he dresses, you think to yourself
>Sure it's a small apartment, but the guy surely has it decked out in style
>Vinyl's adorn the walls here and there, with a big flatron to the one side, coupled with some impressive looking speakers on either side
>In the center stands a big black couch, with a plush rug and glass coffee table between it and the tv
>To the back is the kitchen, with it's black marble tops and gleaming designer taps
>"See you brought the good stuff too...nice..."
"I know right? Just keep in mind, we're here to study for that damn test, not get hammered. Save that for tomorrow night.."
>"Yeah yeah, whatever...I'll go get my notes...make yourself comfortable."
>you sling your heavy bag over from your shoulder against the couch, before sitting down, letting the soft cushions give way to your weight
>Neon walks back in, and jumps into the couch beside you, brandishing his notes
>"Alrighty...let's get started..."
>He hands you a few, as you take out your thick textbook, going over the pages with him
>The hours drag on through the night, with many a discussion on the questions and figures
>the papers are strewn chaotically around the couch, with almost all of the empty cider bottles in the front on the coffee table
>"Time out...Time out, this shit is getting to me..."
>Neon get's up and paces around the room, cider in hoof as he sigh's in frustration
>you turn around, looking at him quizzically
"Come on... we've almost gone over it once..."
>"Fuck that! I need to talk about something other than stoichiometry."
"Okay fine, we can take a breather. What you want to talk about instead?"
>you take another sip of the cider, the cool bubbly liquid going smoothly down your throat, albeit the third bottle
>"I dunno...what about taking about some ass for a change...I haven't gotten a piece for more than two weeks now"
"Geez...Nothing subtle about you is there?"
>you decide to humor him and go on...the cider having loosened both your lips anyway
>"Yeah man...I'm craving that sweet juicy plot. My girl Vinyl, she's only coming back next month...but I can't handle it. It's torture!" he said with a laugh
"And she's okay with you just eyeing up the other mares on campus in the mean time?" you said with a slight chuckle
>"It's fine... She won't know anyway...besides, aren't I paying my due respects to the fine mares on campus? They dress up so nicely in their oh so tight short...or skirts, if they be cheerleaders. It would be a crime not giving them the attention they deserve."
"True that." you take another sip, before continuing, "..but don't you usually claim Vinyl's got the best plot around?"
>"Woah, woah, don't get me wrong...my girl's plot is damn fine...but these other mares...fucking unf..."
>he plops down on the couch again, his hooves gesturing through the air as he emphasizes his point
>your gaze is drawn to a stirring between his legs
>between his opelish flanks, you see his black-grey sheath, the tip of his member already spilling out