Teacher's Pet

Scootaloo and Apple Bloom had been staring at each other in silence for the better part of an hour now. A few chewed-on pencils lay in front of the Editor-in-Chief. One might think that the writing implements had become her main source of nutrition, when really it was just on account of her exasperation.

“Is there anything we can write a story about?”

Scoots consulted her, mainly empty, notebook. “The janitor is thinking about switching the fertilizer for the flower beds in front of the school gates,” she said with little enthusiasm.

AB sighed heavily. “Yeah, that's riveting journalism for you.”

Suddenly the door flew open, and an excited Sweetie Belle entered the room. “Stop the presses!”

They looked at each other, then at their friend. “We ain't got no presses running. They aren't even in this room.”

“Good!” Sweetie declared, sitting down at the table. “Cause I have a real scoop.”

Apple Bloom straightened herself in her chair. “Go on.”

“Right. You know how Big Macintosh has started college and is studying to become a teacher? Well, he's doing his practical stuff here at CHS.”

The redhead dead-panned. “Ah'm generally aware of mah brother's career choice. He started his internship here almost four months ago. This ain't exactly news, Sweetie Belle.”

“Maybe not, but this is. One of the freshmen told me that he went totally nuts during a lecture. He trashed a desk and then threw a chair out the window!”

“For real?” Scootaloo seemed pretty excited by something, well, exciting happening for once.

“No way.” Apple Bloom scoffed at the idea. “That doesn't sound like mah brother at all.”

“Probably not,” Sweetie Belle agreed readily. “Rumors always get blown out of proportion. But there's usually a kernel of truth in them. Maybe he yelled at a student or something.”

Apple Bloom considered that. She couldn't remember her big brother once raising his voice in her presence. But according to Applejack, he could be fairly outspoken, if the situation demanded it.

“So,” Sweetie continued, “I was hoping that you could get some confirmation for us. Straight from the horse's mouth, so to speak.”

The redhead scratched her cheek and looked off into the distance sheepishly. “I doubt it. It's hard enough to get Big Mac to say more than two words at once, and he's actually got a policy not to talk to me about anything school-related.”

“Since when?”

She lowered her head. “Since I asked him whether or not he could get me a copy of the upcoming math test.”

Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle actually face-palmed in near perfect unison.

“It was worth a try,” Apple Bloom defended herself while blushing. “What's the point in having a sibling be a student teacher, if you can't ask them for a favor now and then?”

Sweetie Belle shook her head. “But that's not how you do it.”

“It's not?”

“No. You can't just be straight-forward about it. You have to go through their bag at night while they're sleeping. Or do you think Rarity would just give me her diary, if I just asked her for it?”

“Oh, so that's how it works.”

Scootaloo cleared her throat. “Anyway, how are we gonna confirm this story, if we can't ask Big Mac directly about it?”

There was a moment of silence, before an idea hit Sweetie Belle. “What about Ms. Cheerilee?” she asked, clapping her hands together.

“What about her?” Apple Bloom wanted to know.

“She's his cooperating teacher, isn't she? If something happened during one of his classes, then she'd have to know about it.”

The school bell rang as Apple Bloom nodded. “Alright. Scootaloo, you're on it. I've got a class to get to.”

The team's reporter was grimacing, when Apple Bloom had left. “Something wrong?” Sweetie asked.

“It's just that I wanted to do some interviews with the soccer team, before the big game tonight.”

Sweetie Belle positively glowed. “I'll do it.” Ever since the seniors had left, and she'd become stuck with design work, she'd been on the edge. It wasn't that she didn't like it, but she wanted to break a story once in a while, too. “I've got a free period, so I'll go see Ms. Cheerilee, and you can do your interviews.”

“Alright, seems fair. This is your story, after all.”

With a spring in her step, Sweetie walked out the door. She'd get to the bottom of this, no matter what!

* * *

Standing in front of the teacher's lounge, Sweetie Belle stood ready to knock, but paused for a moment. She wasn't exactly sure how to broach the subject with Ms. Cheerilee. Would it be best to simply ask her about the incident directly? Maybe talking about Big Mac a little first, and then gently leading her into it, would be the better option.

Smack!

Momentarily startled by a strange noise, she lowered her raised hand. What was that? Sounded like a slap of some sort.

Smack!

There it was again. This time she was at least sure that it had come from the other side of the door. Looking around and seeing nobody in the hall, she licked her lips. “I'm just gonna check that I'm not interrupting anything important. That's the considerate thing to do, right?” she told herself and then moved her eye in front of the keyhole with a speed and clarity of purpose that betrayed her lame attempt at justifying the action.

Smack!

Just the two people in question were standing in the teacher's lounge, and they were alone. Big Mac, wearing his customary blue jeans and red plaid shirt, looked like a kid who was getting chewed out, with his head hanging low.

Smack!

Finally the source of the sound became apparent. Cheerilee was holding a large blackboard ruler, and smacking it into the palm of her hand while she silently watched the young man, standing in front of her, squirm under her steely gaze. She was dressed in a green skirt and purple blouse.

“So, let's take this from the top, shall we? Why exactly have three different students approached me about you vandalizing a classroom?”

“Well, you see. It was like this. Ah had the class do some exercises from the textbook.”

“Right,” Cheerilee said in a neutral tone, beckoning him to continue.

“A few students were talking, so ah told them to be quiet.”

“Right.”

He grimaced. “Well, they didn't listen to me.”

Cheerilee rolled her eyes. “Of course they didn't. You're a student teacher. They'll always try and test your limits, but that's no reason to go berserk.”

“Ah didn't. Ah told them again, and when they still wouldn't listen, I got up and did that proximity thing you taught me. You know, walking up and down the aisle, so they'll be quiet as you walk past.”

“I don't recall assaulting furniture being part of that technique.”

“You see, when ah got to the back of the class, ah noticed this chair in the back row. And there was a crack in it, right where the back meets the legs.”

Cheerilee raised an eyebrow. “So?”

Big Mac looked at her with pleading eyes, hoping she'd understand. “Well, it seemed to me that the next student to sit in that chair might get hurt, if it gave out. So ah picked it up and gave it a yank, just to see if it needed to be replaced. And then it snapped in half, just like that.”

She gave him a blank stare, but then the corners of her mouth began to twitch. Before long, she couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Big Mac looked away sourly. “Ah don't see what's so funny. Ah heard one of the students gasp and whisper: 'Mr. Macintosh got so angry he broke a chair!' Then another said: 'I'm telling Ms. Cheerilee.' And now we're here, ah guess.”

When Cheerilee got her laughter under control, she wiped a tear from her eye. “Indeed we are. I'm sorry. It's just that I needed a good laugh. Sometimes this job gets so stressful, so we need to take every opportunity we can get to unwind.”

The young man sighed. “So, now what?”

She tapped the ruler against her chin, pretending to think. “Well, I still gotta discipline you,” she said with a slightly mirthful expression. “Lucky for you, I favor a modern approach over beating bad students, like in the olden days.” Putting the ruler down on the desk, she instead lifted the hem of her skirt.

Big Mac gulped and, to Sweetie Belle's shock, got on his knees in front of her. He ran the palm of his hand along her white thighs, before slowly pulling the exposed panties down to her ankles. Leaning his head forward, he kissed her secret spot lightly.

Cheerilee shivered, feeling his hot breath in that place. She gazed lovingly down, stroking that blonde shock of hair as he began to eat her out. “Oh, you have no idea how badly I wanted you to do this, even when you were still a student here.”

He looked up at her with those honest eyes. “Really? I never knew.”

“Of course not. It would have been completely inappropriate back then.”

He grimaced. “Well, it is now as well, considering you're mah cooperating teacher.”

“Perhaps, hngh!” She stifled a moan as he began to rub her slit with one finger. “But I'm not waiting until you graduate from college. Fate has brought you back to CHS. That's got to be a sign.”

“Or maybe you're just horny,” he observed dryly while pushing one finger in with a wet squelch.

“Ahhh!” she moaned. “Well, maybe that's it. Maybe I'm just abusing my position right now to satisfy my lust. Maybe that makes me a bad teacher.” Grabbing his hair, she pushed his head deeper into her lap, making him lick her again. “But I can't help myself.”

Sweetie Belle knew that she shouldn't be watching this. But her eyes were glued to the act. She'd never seen Ms. Cheerilee like this before, biting her lip with a look of bliss on her face and moaning loudly. She knew that she would never see her teacher in quite the same light ever again.

Cheerilee was gyrating her hips slowly, while his fingers pushed into her walls deeper and faster and he began to lightly tease her clit. Her eyes seemed to glaze over with happiness, but a little guilt as well. “I'm sorry. I bet there's so many girls your age at college that are head over heels in love with you. I just want to know. Did you ever think of me as anything else than your teacher?”

He stopped and stood up, peering directly into her eyes for a time while she looked back worriedly. Then he threw his arms around her and gave her a passionate kiss that made even Sweetie Belle's heart beat faster.

Surprised at first, Cheerilee soon gave in to his sudden movement, slinging her arms across his back as she allowed his tongue free reign to explore her mouth.

“The truth is,” he told her, when they finally broke their kiss, “ah've always loved you. Even back then. When a girl would ask me out, all ah could think about was you. To be able to do this with you, it's like a dream come true.”

Sweetie Belle sighed. She never knew how romantic Big Mac could be, if he spoke more than three words at once.

Ms. Cheerilee seemed to share that sentiment as she beamed at him. “It makes me so happy to hear that.” Her hand rubbed the bulging spot in his pants lovingly. “And I can tell you're being honest.”

He only passively stood there as she unzipped his fly and buried her hands in his underpants, finally pulling out the grand prize. Sweetie Belle gasped, but quickly covered her mouth with one hand, as to not be discovered. She'd always suspected it, but her friend's brother was hung.

“I want you to fuck me hard.” There was an almost pleading quality to Cheerilee's voice, one that Sweetie had never heard from her before.

Even Big Mac's “Eyup” in reply, sounded different. Somehow softer, and conveying a plethora of feelings beyond the simple meaning of the word.

He lifted her up and placed her on the desk, pushing the tip against the entrance as he leaned in to shift her blouse and bra upwards to reveal that glorious chest before him. Unable to control himself, he seized her mounds with both hands and took one of her already hard nipples into his mouth, sucking on it strongly.

Cheerilee in return leaned in and bit his neck softly, which made him grunt slightly, but in a pleasant way. “I can't wait any longer,” she moaned, rubbing her hips against his pride. “I need to feel you inside of me.”

Big Mac wordlessly obliged. Holding her hips in place with his huge hands, he thrust forward, burying himself into her in one go.

“Haah!” Sweetie Belle took a look around during that scream, making sure the corridor was still empty. Surely anyone passing by would have heard that. When nobody came and she returned her attention to peeping through the keyhole, Big Mac was already thrusting in and out of his love at a vigorous pace.

“Yes, harder. I love the feeling of your balls slapping against my ass!”

Wow, Sweetie Belle had never expected her favorite teacher to be such a dirty talker. It confirmed something she'd theorized for a while now. Teachers always had to be role models around their students. So it seemed only natural that all those pent-up emotions would assert themselves in private.

Turning her sideways, Big Mac propped one of her legs up against his shoulders, giving Sweetie Belle an even better view of their love-making. The motion was almost hypnotic. With every thrust Ms. Cheerilee's love juices overflowed, dripping onto the desk below, while his glistening cock kept going in and out of her.

Big Mac seemed so focused on the task at hand, like he always did. Only now all his attention was focused on giving Cheerilee as much pleasure as possible. Every so often he adjusted his angle, trying to find the most sensitive spots inside by listening closely to her moans.

Hitting upon an idea, he placed his thumb on her clitoris and began slowly moving it in a circular motion.

Cheerilee's head snapped back and her eyes were wide open, as if she'd just been struck by and electrical current. “Wait,” she gasped. “If you do it like that, I'll … I'll …”

He smiled at that, taking pride in how efficiently he was leading her to her climax. “Eyup.” Leaning forward, and thus placing more of his body weight into the thrusts, he sped up for the final stretch.

“Ahhhh!!!” Cheerilee's entire body convulsed as she came loudly. Panting heavily, she rested in that position for a minute, enjoying the afterglow as he came to a halt. “I'm such a bad teacher,” she moaned half-seriously. “Cumming around my former student's cock like that, and by myself no less.”

He shook his head. “Nope. You deserve no less.”

But Cheerilee had already made up her mind, as she slid down from the desk and knelt before him, their positions now reversed from earlier. “Oh, no. I won't be accused of being a selfish lover.”

She began to rub the shaft in front of her furiously and took the tip into her mouth. While bobbing her head, she expertly teased his balls, even as her tongue circled around the tip.

Big Mac, already sensitive from the earlier fucking, was breathing heavily. “Cheerilee,” he whispered, placing a hand on her head.

“I want you … slurp … to cum in my mouth,” she said, locking eyes with him. “Let me taste … slurp … your cum.”

His hips began to move by themselves once more, synching up with Cheerilee's expert blowjob designed to finish him off as quickly as possible. “Eyup,” he grunted, pulling her head closer as he climaxed.

He came in several large spurts, and Cheerilee's cheeks billowed outward. Unable to contain the large stream of seed fully, some of it overflowed from the corners of her mouth, dripping onto her exposed breasts.

But she didn't pull back, greedily taking in as much as she could. After he was done and took a step back, she gulped it down with her eyes closed, before looking back up at him with a happy expression. “Delicious,” she told him simply.

After she'd lapped up the last few drops from his tip to her satisfaction, he knelt back down, and they shared a loving gaze, before he gave her a simple kiss on the forehead. No words were necessary to convey their feelings for each other. It was truly moving to watch them, finally able to be together.

“Ahem!” Sweetie Belle got a start, when she heard someone clear their throat behind her. “Ms. Belle. What are you doing here?”

She whirled around and swallowed hard, when she recognized Ms. Harshwhinny, the math teacher in her purple skirt suit, who was mustering her with a raised eyebrow. Beside her stood Bulk Biceps, the P.E. Teacher, in his customary tank top and shorts.

“Well, Ms. Belle?”

“Uh, I was just gonna ask Ms. Cheerilee something, but she doesn't seem to be in,” she tried to laugh it off.

“Hm. I see. Well, don't just stand there.” Her hand moved towards the door knob.

“NO!” Sweetie cried out. If she went in right now, she'd be seeing Big Mac and Cheerilee in a compromising position for sure. She had to buy them some time to get cleaned up. Hopefully they'd heard the shout and were hurrying it up.

Ms. Harshwhinny stopped, giving the young girl a surprised look. “Sweetie Belle?”

“Uh, … erm … Actually I wanted to ask you something, too.”

“Well, what is it? I haven't got all day.”

Shoot. She hadn't actually considered how to proceed from here. She was just flying by the seat of her skirt at the moment. “PUNCH!” she yelled in a panic.

“Punch?”

“PUNCH!”

“YEAHHH!!!”

Ms. Harshwhinny shot her colleague an annoyed glance at his outburst.

“Sorry,” the coach said. “I just get excited easily, when others shout. Plus I like punch.”

“Well, that's good,” Sweetie Belle went on. “Because the reason I was looking for Ms. Cheerilee was because of … uh … punch.”

The math teacher didn't look convinced.

Her brain going a mile a minute, Sweetie took a deep breath. “You see, the newspaper club is gonna do a refreshment stand for the next freshman fair. But under article 17, paragraph 12b of the extended school regulations, beverages of all kinds must be approved by at least two teachers, before they can go on sale at school events. So I was looking for two teachers to taste test. Ehehe.”

Ms. Harshwhinny blinked, then leaned in closer to Bulk. “Is that really in the school regulations?” she whispered at him, as to not be overheard by Sweetie Belle.

“I dunno. I never read the whole thing, just the sports section,” he replied.

She coughed, trying to hide her ignorance on the matter. “Well, I suppose Coach Biceps and I can drop by your clubroom later today to taste this … punch of yours. Would that be alright?”

“Yes, that would be fine.”

Just then the door behind her opened, and to her massive relief, Cheerilee and Big Mac emerged fully clothed and with no outward sign of what they'd been up to. “Oh, hello, Sweetie Belle. Did you need anything?”

Sweetie shook her head violently. “No, that's alright, Ms. Cheerilee. It's already taken care of, but thanks anyway. I gotta go.” Then she ran off, before anyone else could get a word in.

“What was that about?” Cheerilee asked curiously, when the three teachers and the teacher to be were alone again.

Ms. Harshwhinny put one hand on her hip. “You know, I have no idea. Are you two done in there?”

“Oh, yes. Room's all yours,” Cheerilee confirmed, stepping aside.

“Can I be on top today?” the coach asked as he walked in.

“You wish,” Ms. Harshwhinny told him, giving him a slap on the butt while following him in. “Now drop your pants and give me twenty.”

Cheerilee giggled as the door closed behind them. Since they were alone in the corridor, she felt safe enough to get closer to Big Mac and draw his strong arm around her shoulders. “Seriously, though. About you breaking a chair and startling an entire class into a terrified silence.”

Big Mac gulped. “Eyup?”

She looked at him with admiration in her eyes. “Can you teach me how to do that?”

* * *

Sweetie Belle had made her way to the gym. “Rarity?” There was no answer. Sweetie Belle walked around the wooden stage that had been erected for the drama club's latest production.

She drew a heavy curtain to the side and peeked her head through into the backstage area. There she was. Rarity seemed to be in the process of organizing the wardrobe on different clothes hangers. The measuring tape around her neck spoke to the fact that she was probably working hard. She'd spent a lot of her free time here lately, since the drama club had asked her to help out with the costume designs.

“Sis?”

She turned around, removing her designer glasses. “Oh, Sweetie Belle. Didn't hear you come in. Something wrong, dear?”

Sweetie walked closer, rubbing her arm. “Wrong might be taking it too far. But I do need some sisterly advice. Do you have a minute?”

“Of course, have a seat.” The pair sat on some chairs, and there was silence for a while. Rarity knew that her little sister would talk, once she was ready for it, so she didn't push it.

Sweetie Belle fidgeted in her chair, thinking about the best way to put this. “You see, it's about a friend of mine...”

Rarity raised her eyebrow. “Sweetie Belle? What have you done?”

“Nothing! Really. It's about a friend of mine.”

“Uh-huh.” Rarity was unconvinced, but didn't prod any further.

“See, my friend has this relative. I've learned something about that relative of theirs, something that might change how they look at that relative, and I'm not sure what to tell them.”

“Is it Apple Bloom?”

Sweetie Belle jumped. “Why would you think that?”

Rarity chuckled. “It's not rocket science. Apple Bloom is the only one of your close friends with a lot of family. Is it about Applejack?”

Sweetie Belle sighed. There wasn't really any point in trying to keep things from Rarity. She simply was too sharp. Sweetie shook her head. “No, it's about Big Mac … and his girlfriend.”

Rarity's eyes began to sparkle. “Big Mac has a girlfriend? Who?”

“I can't tell you that.”

“Aww, come on.” She looked at her little sister with a pleading look. “I won't tell!”

“No, Rarity. I can't. It might get him in trouble, you see.”

“A forbidden love?”

Sweetie was starting to question whether Rarity had been the right one to ask, seeing that she could practically hear the wheels click in her head, going through the possibilities. “What am I going to do?”

Hearing the sad tone in Sweetie's voice, Rarity calmed down immediately. “So, let's sum this up. You found out about Big Mac dating someone, and you don't know how or whether at all to tell Apple Bloom. Is that it?”

Sweetie nodded.

“How did you learn about this in the first place?”

She looked away and scratched her cheek. “Uhm, by accident, really. I was investigating a story, and … please don't look at me like that.”

“I just can't help but remember the last time you broke a big story. You know, the one involving my diary,” Rarity told her quietly. She wasn't angry, just recalling the feeling of how disappointed she was back then.

“This isn't anything like that,” Sweetie assured her. “I can't write about this. Like I said, Big Mac might really get in trouble. But what about Apple Bloom? Do I tell her?”

Rarity crossed her arms in front of her chest. “Well, try putting yourself in her position. If I was going out with someone, would you rather hear it from me or someone who stumbled upon it by accident?”

Sweetie Belle thought about that. “Of course I'd want to hear it from you. I'd be really happy for you.” She began gnawing on her thumb nail while thinking. “Of course, if you didn't tell me and I learned it from someone else, I'd feel hurt. Like you didn't trust me to keep your secret.”

Rarity gently took Sweetie's wrist, stopping her from gnawing at her nail. “What if I had a good reason to keep it from you? What if simply knowing could end up hurting you, and that's why I'm not telling you?”

Sweetie's eyes widened. If Apple Bloom knew, and Big Mac and Cheerilee's secret came out, what would others think of her? It might not just end up getting Big Mac kicked out of school. It could also hurt her friend's reputation. Surely Big Mac would want to keep this from his sister, so it wouldn't end up hurting her. “I see. If Big Mac hasn't told her, he probably has a good reason, huh? He doesn't want her to get caught up in it, if something went wrong. So I probably shouldn't interfere.”

Having made that decision, Sweetie Belle felt much better already. She stood up and gave her big sister a hug. “Thanks, Rarity. Talking about this with you really helped a lot. Also, uhm …”

Rarity chuckled, knowing exactly what her sister was trying to say. “You can talk to me anytime, and don't worry. My lips are sealed. Nobody is gonna hear of this conversation or Mac's secret.”

“Thanks for understanding. … One last thing. You would tell me, if you were dating someone, right?”

“Of course I would, Sweetie,” Rarity told her with a wink.

Sweetie Belle smiled, releasing the hug. “Thanks for everything. Right now I gotta hurry, though.”

Rarity looked at her. “Hurry to where?”

“The home economics room,” Sweetie told her with a sour expression. “I have to make some punch. See you later, sis!” With a wave, she was gone.

Rarity decided that she didn't need to know why her sister suddenly needed a bowl of punch. She waited a few seconds, making sure that she was really gone, before saying: “You can come out now.”

Another girl by the name of Zile Fixit emerged from the changing room with a sigh. Her white bra and panties were a stark contrast to her black-and-green hair. “I thought she would never leave.” She placed a hand on her hip. “I really should get dressed and finish setting up the stage now.”

“Not so fast,” Rarity told her, coming closer with a grin. She took the measuring tape and lightly threw it around Zile's neck, reeling her in like a caught fish. “I haven't thanked you yet for letting me use you as a model for the costumes. How about you take some of my measurements now?”

Zile blushed. Having Rarity give her those big bedroom eyes, never failed to get her blood pumping. With a laugh, she placed a hand on Rarity's hip and pulled her closer. “I suppose the stage can wait a while longer.” Then she gave her a kiss full on the lips. “When are you gonna tell her about us?”

Rarity giggled. “As soon I write about it in the fake diary I keep in my bag for her to find.”

The other girl arched an eyebrow. “You have a strange relationship with your sister, do you know that?”

“I do. But it works for us. Now, where were we, before she interrupted us?” Rarity asked impishly, guiding Zile's hand into her skirt. “Yes, just about there, I think.”

Author's Note

To give credit where it's due, I adapted the thing about Big Mac breaking a chair from an anecdote the actor Nathan Fillion (Castle, Firefly) tends to tell at conventions. If you wanna hear him tell the story, here's some links:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GWXcvprfnf8
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pJKVpeVmBnA
(Skip ahead to 32:00 and 43:00 respectively for the story)