It had been a slow day. There had only been a few patients and there was little to do around the office besides twiddle your thumbs. I never did enjoy days like this. I hated when everything went by slowly as if the world had just stopped turning. I enjoyed the days where it was patient after patient, a filling here, a flossing lesson there; before you know it, the office is ready to close up. Today almost felt like I, along with the rest of the staff, were the only souls left in Equestria.
I sat in my office, fiddling around with the various papers and dentistry tools. Keeping organized was always a necessity of mine. The last thing I wanted was to be in the middle of a root canal and break the news to the customer that I can’t seem to find the right drill. Anxiety is guaranteed for everyone.
The clock ticked above the door. Three more hours till closing time. I would’ve closed the office earlier, but there was still one appointment left on my list. A part of me was tempted to give them a call, make up some little white lie, and tell them we’d have to reschedule, though I decided against it. Besides, it was only a yearly checkup and would keep me busy till we closed for the day. I glanced back at my appointment schedule; still had about half an hour until they had to show up.
Lifting myself up out of my chair, I walked over to one of the two windows in the examination room, the sun warming my fur as I approached it. I moved the curtain slightly and looked outside, watching as ponies went about their day. I enjoyed watching them. Always wondered where they were going, what plans they had in store, if they were happy, sad, lonely. Sometimes I’d make up a story in my head. That one late for an important meeting, that one nervous for his first date with a very special pony. Some of them I knew, either as patients or friends, others were complete strangers, though that’s a loose term in Ponyville. Aren’t too many strangers in this little town. A smile snuck up on me as I closed the curtain and walked back to take a seat.
I leaned back in the chair, placing my hands behind the back of my head, twirling some of my mane with my fingers. I looked at the wall, decorated with photos and numerous certificates and degrees. Memories of my days in dental school came rushing back. Immediately, I went red-faced.
I didn’t make it through school by conventional means. I fucked probably more than half my class, not because I had to because of some cliché, but because I wanted to.
Being one of the only mares in the class, I always had the eyes of stallions on me. During demonstrations, they would stare at my chest, not my work. While I walked, they’d eyeball my ass, talking amongst themselves about the long list of lewd acts they’d love to do with me. It pissed me off at first. I wasn’t there to be ogled at, to be fantasized about; I was there to study my ass off and achieve my dream of being a dentist.
But then I started to think about it some more. I started picturing my classmates alone in their dorms, pleasuring themselves to the thought of me, imagining unloading everything they got on my face, in my pussy, anywhere really. At that point, I started to love it.
First, I started altering my attire. I opted for shorter, sexier pieces of clothing over my more conservative fashions. This drove the guys wild, which in turn kept me going. I stopped wearing underwear, sometimes I’d even wear a skirt with no panties on underneath. Purposely dropping a pencil, I’d bend down to pick it up, giving the stallion behind me a once in a lifetime view. When I’d turn around, I’d look at the bulge in his pants and the astonished look on his face. Then, I’d simply give him a wink and walk away as my ass continued to put on a show. Word got around fast and I soon found myself neck deep in stallions.
It wasn’t just my fellow peers that wanted to fuck me, my professors were even lusting over me too. They’d glare at my cleavage, fully aware that I had no bra on underneath. They would watch my legs when I wore a skirt, eager to see if the rumors were true. When they discovered that they were, they would excuse themselves from the class, rush off to the bathroom, and return a few moments later, very much relieved. I’d chuckle to myself as they tried to keep their eyes off me. Soon, I decided that there had been enough teasing. I wanted to show them what I could really do. I was going to fulfill all of their wild fantasies.
For a solid month, I was fucking a different stallion every night. Every single night, guaranteed. I completely stopped studying, I think I forgot that I wanted to be a dentist at one point. I was just a slut; a slut that fucked half the class and any professor that had a hard-on for her. I couldn’t get cock out of my head. In between classes, I was sucking off stallions in bathroom stalls, sometimes even outside on campus grounds behind a bush, hidden away from other students.
Professors would sometimes ask me to stay after class, playing it off like we needed to have a conversation about grades or something. What it usually always meant was they wanted a piece of me too. I wouldn’t even think twice. I’d be down on my knees and in between their legs within seconds. Countless nights being spent with one of my horny professors, blowing him as he graded the tests we had taken earlier that day. They’d place their hand on my bobbing head, moaning my name while I cupped their balls in my hands. The night would end with me having to clean their cum out of my mane and fur.
My professors were probably my favorites. These stallions, most of them married with children, unleashing their primal urges on my sexy, slutty body. They were always so rough too, slamming into me like it was their last night alive. It was better than wonderful, better than anything. Not to mention they had experience, which was more than what my virgin classmates could say. Though, I still loved fucking my peers.
What my peers lacked in skill, they made up for in eagerness and stamina. Some of them could go on for the whole night, not letting up once. They would cum substantial amounts, every shot seeming to be larger than the last. Quite a few of them were also very well hung, sometimes even making me second guess myself. The bigger ones always sunk home, due to all the cocks I’d had.
Best part about fucking other students was that they never objected to others joining in. I’d have more than one stallion at a time on several occasions. In fact, once I even held a “study session” for an upcoming exam that had many students stressing their brains out. We never even opened a single book. Instead, every stallion took turns having their way with me, at my discretion of course. The night ended with me covered in the cum of more than a dozen exhausted stallions.
Another night, I gave a private strip show to the students who had made the dean’s list; same thing as before happened during that one too. I loved the taste of cum so much that I even used a stallion’s cum as toothpaste! He made a remark about how I probably couldn’t do it and I couldn’t let him slide. I jerked him off in front of his friends, their voices egging me on. When he blew his load, I had him unleash it all over one of my toothbrushes. I looked up at him, stuck it in my mouth, and proved him wrong. As good as it tastes, cum sadly won’t keep your teeth clean.
By the time I graduated at the top of my class, I had fucked nearly all of my male classmates. I was asked to give a speech about my academic success, but I turned it down; my previous antics were enough to leave a legacy. After graduation, I used some family connections to open my own dentist’s office in Ponyville. I’ve been here ever since, happily making sure Ponyville has smiles brighter than mine.
I hadn’t even really looked back on my social life during my school days until now. Once I got the business going, I was always too busy to have a one night stand or find a nice stallion that I could spend the rest of my life with, like my parents always wanted me to. Maybe I was also a little lazy and would rather spend a night relaxing by myself instead of hanging out in a loud bar with a stallion that wasn’t looking for love, just some fun. Though, after this trip down memory lane, I don’t think I would mind getting in touch with some old friends every now and then.
I was trying to remember the names of some of my favorite classmates when my office phone rang. I picked it up and brought it to my ear. The patient was here. I looked up at the clock; he was 15 minutes early. No point in waiting around when he was the only patient left. I told my receptionist to send him in. A few seconds later, there was a knock on the door.
When I opened the door, my patient greeted me with a wide smile filled with healthy teeth. He extended his hand, told me his name, and that it was a pleasure meeting me. I smiled, shook his hand, and said the feeling was mutual. I led him to the chair, telling him how today had been a slow day and I was thankful that he decided to show up. He laughed and joked how he was on an all apple diet to avoid a trip to the dentist. It was a corny joke, but it still made me chuckle.
He was cute; I had to give him that.
I sat him in the examination chair and grabbed my clipboard. He was just in for a checkup, nothing more. While I read over his file, we made some small talk. He told me about his work, some of the music he enjoys, the usual stuff. I asked him if he had a special somepony. No. I was relieved; the old me was starting to get some ideas.
After small talk, it was time to get to work. I slipped on a pair of blue nitrile gloves and grabbed a blindfold for the patient. I explained to him that it was to protect his eyes from the light since it can cause discomfort to sensitive eyes. When it was placed over his eyes, I flicked the light’s switch, grabbed my mouth mirror and dental explorer, and started investigating his mouth. They were clean and very healthy. It even looked like he flossed almost every day. While I studied his teeth, I was trying to think of a way to seduce him. Planting a kiss on his lips would be too much at once. Maybe toy around with the fact that he was single? I decided to roll with it; I was eager to get him excited.
I gently retracted my tools from his mouth, wouldn’t want to cut the side of his mouth before I made a move on him. I leaned back in my chair, running the pen against the clipboard so he would think I was taking notes. A few seconds later, I initiated the first step of the plan. I asked why a handsome stallion like himself hadn’t found a lovely mare yet; I made sure to emphasize his attractiveness. He laughed and told me that he had tried, but it was either too awkward or his date wasn’t up his alley. Then, he asked about my relationship status. I told him I was single as well, though I wasn’t looking for anything long term at the moment. Of course, I didn’t tell him that I wouldn’t mind a one night stand with a handsome stallion like him. I watched him blush and chuckle comfortably.
Time for step two. I stretched out my hand and placed it on his thigh. His leg jerked surprisedly and I was about to pull my hand away and think of some excuse as to why I touched him, but it settled back down. I told him that he’ll make a mare very happy one day, probably even sooner than he thinks. He gave a big, happy smile, almost like the ones my classmates would make. I started complimenting him some more; commenting on his mane, his chest, and the color of his fur. Every little compliment made him blush harder, making me even more eager.
Slowly, I started rubbing his leg, traveling further up his thigh. I could feel him shudder underneath, letting out little gasps of air. He asked me if I should be doing this, what we’d do if someone walked in on us, all the same questions that I’ve answered countless times before. I told him to shush and that he had nothing to worry about; I gave him my word.
He was probably expecting a kiss and nothing more, but it was obvious he was having second thoughts when he felt me massaging his inner thigh, brushing my gloved hand up against his crotch. He stuttered my name, still calling me Dr. Colgate. I was still a professional in his eyes and he felt that he needed to address me as such. It made me wetter than it should have.
I leaned in closer to him, our mouths inches away from each other, my breath hot against his fur. Sweat trickled down from his forehead, his breathing was short and separated, his words were starting to become incoherent. I brought his mouth to mine and gave him a wet kiss that didn’t have a trace of romance; I wanted to make that part clear.
While we kissed, my hand slipped inside his pants, taking hold of his precious prize. His head jerked upwards as he gasped surprisedly into my mouth. I pulled away from his mouth, giggling as his jaw hung open like he was waiting for me to come back to him. Admittedly, I was surprised at how cooperative he had been so far. You would think that any ordinary stallion would be clawing and kicking at me, probably even calling me insane, a whore, a kooked out cock-hungry nympho. I think he was just shocked at how fast everything was moving, not to mention overjoyed because of it too.
Slowly, I started running my hand up and down his shaft. The feel of the nitrile glove running softly up against his sensitive skin had to have been a whole new experience for him. He felt warm inside my hand, a bit of his sweet stuff was leaking out, smearing over my covered fingertips while I circled them around the tip of his pride.
Underneath that blindfold I’m sure his eyes were closed as he was starting to become more relaxed. I rather liked keeping the blindfold on him, gave me a sense of dominance. He was in my office, in my chair, under my control. He loved it as much as I did.
I tightened my grip on his cock, wanting to prove to him that I was running the show. I hadn’t even gotten a look at it yet, but he felt like he was of average size, maybe a bit bigger. My hand continued traveling along his length while I made some dirty talk. “Oh, you’re such a big stallion,” “are you gonna cum a nice big load for me,” and a whole slew of other comments pulled right from a porno. As corny as most of them were, they seemed to enhance it for him. After all, the whole scenario felt like it was straight out of a porno too.
I finally unzipped his pants all the way, pulling his member free. Just the mere sight of it made me drool. I continued rubbing it, scratching the bottom of his chin playfully. His face was a deep red, his limbs squirming in the chair. I cupped his balls in my other hand, switching back and forth between massaging them and stroking his throbbing cock. That must’ve been too much for him.
He moaned my name, his legs shaking while his cock pulsated. Before I could look down, a large strand of thick cum shot out from his cock and into the air, before landing directly on top of my glove. It was warm, probably the first cumshot he’d had in some time. I looked down at the sticky white liquid as it slowly made its way down my glove and onto his groin.
I released my grip from his softening cock and brought my hand up to my mouth. I stuck my tongue out, ready to lick it clean, but then I hesitated. This would definitely be something he, or any stallion for that matter, would want to see. Chuckling, I used my magic to slip off the blindfold. His pupils dilated as they were hit by the light, which I quickly adjusted so it wasn’t causing him anymore discomfort. Before he could say a word, I raised my cum covered glove back to my mouth and seductively licked it up. His jaw dropped even more; just the reaction I wanted. His eyes were fixated on me while my tongue twisted around my hand and fingers, collecting every last drop of his cum. When I was done, I kept my tongue out and gave him a wink. For a second, I thought he was going to faint.
I wasn’t done with him. Not yet.
I asked him if he was virgin; he wasn’t, though he hadn’t gotten any in a while, until today that is. I started unbuttoning my white jacket, pushing my breasts up when I reached the middle of my blouse. I placed my hands on top of my ample breasts, pushing them forward and out of the bra that struggled every day to constrain them. I lifted up out of the chair, my patient asking why. Instead of telling him why, I showed him.
Taking off my black pumps, I climbed on top of the examination chair, spreading my legs across his groin. His hands drifted down, running along the pantyhose that covered my cerulean legs. He told me how I was the sexiest mare he had ever seen, how everything about me was perfection. He sounded just like all of those stallions I fucked many years ago. Nostalgia had never been this sexy.
I tore off my skirt and slid my damp panties off, tossing them onto his face so he could keep them as a souvenir. I was so soaked that I was actually dripping over top of him while his cock started to regain its strength. I couldn’t wait to ride his cock. I scooted my torso closer to him and jutted my ass out and lowered myself down onto him. My hand wrapped around his head and pulled him in between my chest, his face finding a nice home in my cleavage. His voice was muffled while he talked, so there was no way of me knowing what he said, though I’m sure it was a compliment.
The tip of his cock poked against my entrance, eager to get things started. I gave a premature moan as I started sliding down it, his girth spreading me apart. It felt amazing! No, better than amazing. I can’t even describe it properly! Finally, after being without a nice cock, my pussy once again felt full. Memories of all those late nights started flashing back to me; all those raging stallions around me, lining up to be the next one to pound the hell out my slutty pussy.
I didn’t even stop at my patient’s medial ring. I slid all the way down until I met the base of his stallionhood. My receptionist had to have heard me. The ponies outside had to have heard me. It was already overwhelming me and I had just gotten started!
I slid back up, rubbing my breasts up against my patient’s face. His hands groped them, fingers flicking across my nipples. He loved them, telling me more than once how they were the best pair of tits he had ever seen. I thanked him by descending back down on him, crying out his name while he spread me apart. His hands reached around and squeezed my jiggling butt, causing me to yelp out in pleasure. I must’ve encouraged him, because he gave me a sharp slap right on my cutie mark. My riding started picking up pace while he licked my tits and grasped my butt.
I lifted my arms into the air, stretching them upwards, trying to put on a special show for him while his wonderful dick impaled me. I started to move my hips in a circular motion while I rode him, recalling back on my previous skills to do it correctly. His grunts and moans let me know I was.
Inside, I could feel that he was starting to get closer to his orgasm. I could feel him twitch in between my walls, his hips starting to thrust upwards. I put my hands back down on his shoulders, holding on for stability as I started riding as fast as I could possibly go. He told me that he was seconds away from cumming, probably worried about doing it inside. I told him he shouldn’t. I needed to feel his cum fill me up. It had been too long since a stallion had and I sure as hell couldn’t go any longer. I rode up and down for a few more seconds before he let out a loud moan.
That’s when it happened.
His cock unleashed a wonderful load of cum deep inside my pussy. I could feel it splash against my walls, traveling as far as it could go. It was hot, it was wonderful, it was exactly what I had waited such a long time for! It was even good enough to make me cum! I flung my head back, voice cracking as I came. My marehood contracted around him while it squirted out a small amount of my honey. I felt like I was weightless, miles above the world.
As our orgasms came to an end, I brought my head back down and connected it with his face, our tongues twisting around each other. We continued to share our lips, his hands rubbing my cutie marks softly while I ran mine through his mane. It smelled nice; he probably washed it as much as he flossed. I admired the afterglow on his face, the deep shade of red that mixed with the color of his fur.
Planting one last kiss on his muzzle, I pulled myself off of him, a small amount of his cum leaking out of me and onto his lap. I gathered up my clothes and fully dressed myself while he told me how amazing I was. I know; he didn’t have to tell me. He then made a joke, asking me if I should start the checkup. I giggled and told him that, even though his teeth looked fine, I would schedule another appointment for him at his convenience. He thanked me, taking my hand as I helped him out of the chair. After what he had done for me today, it was the least I could do. He blushed again, rubbing the back of his head; he felt the same way.
I sent him out of the office with a goodie-bag and, of course, a lollipop. We waved each other goodbye, both of us looking forward to the next appointment, though it probably won’t end up like it had today. I did rather enjoy returning back to my slutty ways, if only for a little while, so who knows, right?
