"Umm...Cheerilee?"
"Yes Scootaloo?"
"I finished all my work, can I go now?"
"No Scootaloo, you're in detention for two hours today. If you're done working though you may lay down your head and sleep."
"Okay..."
Scootaloo was yet again in detention, unsurprisingly. Everyday she does something bad and gets detention for however long it is, if she doesn't get detention than she gets held back for tutoring- and with her atrocious grades it's more than just a little while. Some ponies think that she actually LIKES to get punished, that she WANTS detention!
Cheerilee frowned while she watched the little orange filly close her eyes and curl up as much as she could in her desk. Everyday Cheerilee is stuck in detention with her, or has her over her house for a study session. At least Scootaloo was pleasant company, or at the very least she was better than Silver Spoon and Diamond Tiara who often had to join in detention for bullying or cheating together.
But even if she is a nice girl it's still time Cheerilee could be spending doing something- anything else. She didn't mind at first when it was just once or twice a week that she spent in detention, but now that it's every single day? It was torture! The purple pony was totally unable to do anything she wanted! She had to program her recorder so she could see her favorite show, and she couldn't go to the cafe with her friends after school anymore, and most importantly she'd had to stop playing her hand in dating! Sure now and again she had some time to escape and breathe the air but between teaching and getting ready to teach there was hardly any time to socialize...let alone anything more.
"mmm"
What? Did that come from Scootaloo?
An odd low pitched hum had interrupted Cheerilee's thoughts. She looked around the room, and at the filly, and around the room again. There was now a barely audible whisper, and Cheerilee couldn't understand anything of it. When she looked back at the little purple mane hiding most of Scootaloo's face though she could see a slight tremor, and found the gentle whispering to indeed be coming from her.
Cheerilee smiled at the peaceful sight, but almost laughed when Scootaloo's tiny wings began to slowly rise.
Oh my a wingboner! It never gets old seeing that!
Cheerilee quietly laughed to herself at little Scootaloo, and reminisced back to when she herself was just a little filly learning about the birds and the bees. She strained a little, out of curiosity, to hear her students voice as it slowly got louder.
"Ch-Cheer- Cheerilee...Oohh yes...there..there...."
Even purple ponies blush. Cheerilee turned a very bright pink as she realized what was going on. She got up and silently walked over near the little girl. Sure enough, one hoof had dangled down and was automatically in motion between Scoot's legs. A moistened spot began to condense on Scootaloo's seat and Cheerilee picked up on the unmistakable scent of a mare's lustful musk.
"Oh it's been so long since I've picked up on such a delectable odour..."
Cheerilee looked around the room... Nobody else, no one would be coming either, and the curtains are all drawn anyway...
She leaned down and breathed deeply, closing her eyes as she savored every bit of Scootaloo's scents. The purple pony moved just a bit closer and nudged Scootaloo's hand away slowly, holding it back until the filly squirmed. Cheerilee listened to Scootaloo's bemoaning as she begged in her sleep for a touch, she watched the little orange hips twitch as they tried to buck out against anything that would grace them.
And then she licked, a long slow caress along the tiny line of a newly budded mare. With a little kiss directly on top of the tiny reddened button, the teacher smacked her lips sticky with the juice of her student. She gave a devious grin, and dove back in.
Cheerilee gave tiny dabbing licks and harmless playful nibbles along Scootaloo, rubbing her hooves on either side of the filly's flank as she slowly edged her body under the desk.
Scootaloo squirmed and cried out in pleasure at the teasing, tightening her loose hold on the teacher with her legs, her body unwillingly begged for more. She whispered Cheerilee's name, crying for more, saying how she needed it so badly. In reply, the pink and purple mare wrapped her hooves around the little orange legs and lifted them, gently spreading them apart some, and she buried her muzzle in more. Her tongue reached out and entered Scootaloo whose hooves fell down and grabbed Cheerilee's mane.
There was little force but the older mare was still made to go further yet in as she picked up in vigor. She squirmed herself, under the desk, but kept at her dutiful task in pleasuring Scootaloo.
They continued until Cheerilee felt a tightening around her head, Scootaloo desperately holding her in place and shaking as she finally came. Cheerilee graciously- vulgarly even, lapped up all the orgasmic fluid and gave one last lustful lick along one lip before she smirked up at Scootaloo.
An expression that quickly vanished.
Scootaloo looked back down at her teacher and winked. She had a devilish grin on her and her bright purple eyes were full of delight.
"Thanks Teach"
Cheerilee's purple fur went entirely as pink as her mane and she shot backwards against her own desktop.
"Wh-When did you wake up!?"
"Ha, Cheer, I never slept."
"But you-"
"I played you teach, to see how you'd act, to see if I could win..."
Cheerilee sighed and let her head fall down against her chest. She lost, the battle for dominance between rebellious student and stern teacher. She was Scootaloo's prey, and there was nothing she could do about it.
"But...That was actually pretty fun..."
Cheerilee looked up at the advancing filly.
"So, I'll repay the favor."
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AND THEN THEY ALL FUCKED; THE END.
