Mid-Class Clopping

by TittySparkles

Rating: mature
Tags: Slice of Life, Sweetie Belle, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Sex
Length: 2985

Sweetie Belle masturbates during class. No one suspects a thing.

When certain ponies find themselves horny and bored, sometimes they do things they wouldn't normally do. Take Sweetie Belle; she's an A+ student, but still finds herself extremely bored during class. With nothing to do and still lots of time before class ends, Sweetie Belle lets her tired mind wander into the areas of what sex would feel like with certain stallions and zebras sharing the room with her. Of course, when one starts to conjure up horny thoughts, sometimes it's best to rub yourself off to them. Full class or not, Sweetie Belle is going to get off and no one will ever know.

Idea prompted to me by The Abyss

Preread and edited by: The Abyss, SolidFire, and Mikemeiers

Published 2014-09-18 02:00:02 UTC
Last updated 2014-09-18 02:00:02 UTC

Chapter 1

Only the sound of pencils scribbling against blank sheets of paper could be heard inside the quiet classroom. On top of that, the slow ticking of a nearby clock played out, subconsciously reminding every student that they were a second closer to freedom. While most students just buried their faces into their papers, some students, like Sweetie Belle, just tapped their pencils against their desks as they daydreamed about other things they could be doing. Ranging from simple things like being at home and playing video games to what lucky student they could shag next, these students always finished their work on time and never had anything to do for the last twenty minutes of class.

"Ughhh, come onnnnnn," a tired and very mentally drained Sweetie Belle spoke with a sigh that was only audible to a few ponies in front of her. "Hurry up already."

Staring up at the clock, Sweetie Belle watched the second hand tick away very so slowly that she was sure a few seconds played out before the hand actually moved. Already finished with her class work and the homework she had from earlier, the young mare found herself bored and unable to find something to preoccupy her mind with. Instead she stared at the clock on the wall, and watched the hands move almost like she was in a trance. Yet, finally after a fair amount of hearing only scribbles against paper and the clock ticking away, Sweetie Belle was at her limit.

"Gods, why can't I just leave early," she groaned quietly as she tapped her pencil, which happened to be held by her magic, against her desk aimlessly.

At wits end about what to do, Sweetie Belle let out a small sigh and laid her head on her desk. Thankfully the students in front of her paid no mind and continued to write away on the work they were assigned. Even if she raised her voice louder, only the ponies in front of her would hear her. Being seated in the back of the classroom and having her two back row students on sick leave, Sweetie Belle found herself alone and bored out of her mind.

As she laid her head down, Sweetie Belle found her idle mind starting to buzz with all sorts of thoughts. Thoughts ranging from hanging out with her friends to what male pony was the hottest in the class. Of course, the latter soon became the center of her thoughts as she knew the last few days had sadly been sex free.

Taking a deep breath and moving her head up slightly, Sweetie Belle started to look for the only males in her class. As far as she was concerned, Sweetie Belle didn't care what age or race they were. Every male from earth pony, unicorn, and pegasus was just fine for her imagination; letting her eyes travel around the classroom that held more males than females, Sweetie Belle was thankfully no longer bored.

Letting her eyes travel from ponies to even the small amount of zebras in class, Sweetie Belle explicitly imagined what each male could do to her sexually. Be it simply rutting sex to kinkier positions like standing sixty-nines, Sweetie Belle let her active imagination see everything, and everyone, the way she wanted.

"Mhm, he would totally rut me for hours on end. Ooohhh, I bet he would do me on the teacher’s desk, and I bet the one beside him could be a romantic type," Sweetie Belle muttered under her breath as her eyes travelled from pony to pony to zebra.

With so many males, Sweetie Belle found her body heating up and her heart starting to race. Though she always kept her thoughts in check, with it being so late into the year and with her pretty much pulling out A+’s in all her classes, Sweetie Belle could afford the distractions for that day. Of course with how distracted and perverted her thoughts became, Sweetie Belle's mind went from simple thoughts of sex to lust filled one's that made her more hot and bothered every minute. As soon as she felt her body starting to get overly aroused, she stopped her thoughts and tried to calm herself down.

"Damn... still fifteen minutes before class ends," she groaned quietly as she laid her head into her desk and found herself starting to buzz with sexual need. "Horse feathers, I can't get horny now."

Silently cursing herself from letting her bored mind travel into the areas of sex, Sweetie Belle let out a quiet whine as she closed her legs tightly together. As she did, she instantly regretted thinking about how hard she could get fucked by other stallions and switched all her current thoughts to trying to thinking of a way to be rid of her arousal. Though no one would notice her, thanks to her being in the back row, Sweetie Belle knew that she had to keep an eye on the teacher at the desk.

Turning her head up, she noticed the current teacher had his face buried into a book of some kind and wasn't even paying attention to his students. Continuing to watch him for a few seconds, Sweetie Belle found herself starting to get wet.

"Ahhhh, dammit. I regret being a pervert," she whined as her legs fidgeted about and she did her best to stop her hooves from clopping against the floor. As she struggled to keep herself in check, Sweetie Belle even found it hard to tap her pencil against the desk. As the soft tapping played out, the sound of it quickly started to get replaced with wet and messy schlicking sounds that only made her more horny than before.

Finally she found herself unable to take it away more. Her breathing and heart rate were racing non-stop and the need for a release started to fill in her mind. No longer unable to contain herself, Sweetie Belle could feel her legs unable to cease the spreading of her horniness. She had to get off and she needed it now more then anything. Of course, being in a classroom full of students along with the eyes of her teachers, Sweetie Belle had to be careful. One loud squeak or moan from her would have the student in front of her, looking back and seeing her red faced with her hooves positioned between her legs. As horny as she was, she had to be quiet, stealthy, and ready to stop touching herself if even one student looked away from their papers.

Quietly moving her hooves down, Sweetie Belle decided that she would look like she was working just so her teacher wouldn't suspect a thing. With her magic focused on her pencil, Sweetie Belle slowly moved one hoof down between her legs and rested it against her gut. For a few seconds, it stayed there as she debated whether she had the guts and the nerve to rub herself off while surrounded by over twenty classmates. Though her thoughts plagued her mind and her common sense said no to the act, Sweetie Belle's levels of horniess was too much to ignore. Slowly moving her hoof down her body, she looked forward to that first intimate touch with herself.

"A-ahh," she moaned quietly as the tip of her hoof touched her clitoris.

Keeping herself as quiet as she could be, Sweetie Belle slowly started to rub her hoof in a circular motion. As it did, Sweetie Belle found her most sensitive part moving to the motion she wanted and though she only parted her legs a little bit, she ignored the feeling of the sides of her hoof touching her sides. With her mind focused fully on getting off as quickly as she could, Sweetie made sure to keep her eyes on the class in front of her, along with her teacher.

As fast as she could rub herself without causing suspension, Sweetie Belle kept her hoof moving in a fluid manner. As the hard edge of her hoof continued to rub and caress her clitoris, Sweetie Belle soon found the need to touch herself more intimately. What she wanted was that sexual penetration that all living creatures desired from sex, and looking around the room, she frowned as she knew none of the stallions could help her. Even as her thoughts swayed into the areas of starting a full room orgy, she decided that such notoriety would make her look bad. Instead she simply stopped scribbling random words with her pencil, and moving the pink eraser with her magic, she brought it under her desk and towards her neglected slit.

Though she couldn't see the thin pencil floating under her desk and aiming itself at her. Sweetie Belle found herself growing more excited. Even with her only rubbing her clitoris, Sweetie Belle had to use her other hoof to silence herself. Simply biting the edge of her hoof in order to keep quiet, Sweetie Belle got ready to insert the pencil.

But, before she could, Sweetie Belle needed the perfect male for her thoughts, and thanks to the large room of ponies, she knew one of them would fill the void. Letting her eyes travel around the classroom, she quickly sized up each male she thought was presentable and eventually came to the pony she wanted more than anything.

Of course, this certain being was not a pony but a zebra she had a crush on.

Training her eyes on the student three rows up and sitting on the most right hand side, Sweetie Belle studied his figure. Other than his black and white body, Sweetie Belle knew he was slightly different from the rest of the zebras in school. A straight cleaned black mane that touched the bottom of his neck, never reeked of drugs or alcohol, and always kept his coat to a groomed level that even Rarity would be jealous of.

Though she was too nervous to ask his name, Sweetie Belle found herself crushing over him like a lovestruck filly. The only thing she could picture about him was how big his dick was and how well he would treat her. Thankfully her thoughts were in the right place, thanks to nearly all zebras being bigger than most ponies. Even if that wasn't enough, Sweetie Belle also knew most zebras that got their diploma went into the fields of alchemy and potion making. Both jobs were high paying and required a strong sense of knowledge. Knowing that, Sweetie Belle knew her crush would smart and very well hung in the sack.

Keeping her eyes on him, she started to imagine herself in intimate places with him. Be it simple cuddling on her bed or even hugging him on a park bench in front of a fountain, Sweetie Belle used those initial thoughts as a means to start masturbating. Quickly moving the floating pencil towards her neglected pussy, Sweetie Belle stifled a moan as the pink edge of the eraser brushed against her pink little slit and keeping the tip in place, she rubbed it up and down in an effort to tease herself.

As she teased herself, her thoughts started to grow more perverted. What started as simply cuddling quickly turned into thoughts of her laying stomach-first on a bed and getting rammed in the rear with a thick zebra penis. She could imagine herself moaning in tune with with every thrust the zebra made and she could imagine just how big and juicy his penis was. Even going as far as imagining him nibbling on her ear and whispering sweet nothings into her ear, Sweetie Belle did her best to keep herself from inserting the pencil deeper into her. No, she wanted to tease herself to the point she couldn't hold it, she wanted that level of sexual need that she would scream for it if needed. She wanted, but knew her options were limited and though she wanted to be loud, she restrained herself.

Yet as much as she wanted to hold back, nothing could stop her from letting out a soft squeak as she started to push the pencil in deeper.

Taking about half of the pencil inside, Sweetie Belle felt her body tense up and her legs turn to jelly as she held the pencil in place. With only half the pencil in, Sweetie Belle wished she had the long, zebra penis she was imagining deep inside of her, and as she thought of that, her mental images evolved from simple bedroom fucking to more perverted and explicit areas. Areas such as being rutted in the school changing rooms, to even being rutted in the middle of town while everyone around her watched. She even went as far to imagine the spectators’ thoughts; stallions would imagine and wish they were the ones that were fucking her, while the mares stared in awe and desired to feel that same zebra cock she was feeling. Of course she knew her fantasy would remain a fantasy, but she used it to fuel her sexual pleasure.

Keeping her perverted mind on the dirty and rather filthy sex scene she imagined, Sweetie Belle started to move her pencil again, making sure that she went slowly for the first few thrusts and then picked up. As she sped up, she made sure that the classroom was the way it should be. No one caring about her, no one looking at her, no one even remembering that she was a part of the class. No, she wanted to melt into the area surrounding her and be ignored while she got herself off. She wanted to be ignored just for that time only as she got herself off.

And as she continued to push and pull the pencil in and out of her, Sweetie Belle's ears managed to pick up small, yet audible schlicks coming from down below. Knowing that if she could hear them clearly, she worried the students in front of her would notice. In fact, as one wet schlick played out, one student in front of her lifted his head from his paper. Quickly stopping herself, Sweetie Belle wondered if she was caught, but as she watched the classmate move, all he did was let out a yawn and stretch out his back before he resumed writing. He returned to writing and Sweetie Belle returned to pleasuring herself without pause.

Thankfully, the young mare found herself getting off more quickly than she usually did. Be it the nervousness of getting caught touching herself, or even her perverted thoughts about getting stuffed with zebra dick, Sweetie Belle found it harder and harder to restrain herself. The closer she got to getting off, the more she fidgeted around her desk and the harder she bit on her hoof in order to suppress her moans. Even with her only taking half the length of her pencil inside of her, she knew it was enough and even feeling some of her wetness running down her thighs and collecting on the desk chair below her, she didn't cease her movements.

Close, oh gosh was she closing in on a wonderful finish. She wanted that sweet release more than anything, and she started to lust even more after her crush. As shameful and perverted as it was, Sweetie Belle knew she would cum to such a small and thin pencil rather than that thick zebra cock she craved. With her being so close to that ever so wonderful finish, Sweetie Belle felt herself gaining more and more confidence in breaking the ice with the zebra that occupied her mind. As she gained more confidence in asking him out, the sexual positions in her mind changed as well.

Rutting, missionary, sixty-nine, every position she knew about played out in her mind. Everyone drew her closer to that much needed climax and knowing very well it was about to hit her, she bit on her hoof as hard as she could.

"F-fuck... a-ahh," she moaned as she felt her body tense up and felt the initial rush of an orgasm greet her.

As it did, Sweetie belle shoved the entire pencil inside her wet cooch and kept it in place as her body shook and quivered with a buzzing sensation. Turning her eyes away from the classroom, Sweetie Belle looked between her legs and could see a small pool of lady cum starting to build in her seat. As pent up as she was, she only smiled as her orgasm died down to the level that she was only breathing heavy enough that she was able to control herself better.

"Wow... I can't believe I got away with that," she muttered under her voice as she pulled the cum soaked pencil from her wetness and let it drop to the floor without a care in the world.

As it fell, Sweetie Belle let her magic die down and felt a sense of relief as her frantic mind started to relax from what happened. Though she was still imagining the zebra plowing her every which way possible, eventually she imagined him slowing down thanks to his own climax. She wanted to imagine that hot and sticky load getting shot inside of her and she even imagined the feeling of a messy creampie inside of her. Even going as far as to imagine the zebra's point of view, she pictured her body laid against the the area with her back legs spread as far as they could be and a very messy creampie seeping out of her pussy and onto her white coat.

As nice as the image was, Sweetie Belle knew it would be a while before she could make that image a reality. Moving her face so she was looking back at her zebra crush, she couldn't wait for that today to come.