Sunset's Regrets

On a seemingly normal day of class, Cheerilee was passing back the graded research papers each student turned in earlier that week. Sunset Shimmer was worried, as usual, that she hadn’t put enough effort into her work. A few agonizing minutes later, Cheerilee passed Sunset’s desk and nonchalantly set the student’s paper face down in front of her. Sunset took a deep breath and braced herself, taking the paper in her hands and turning it over. What met her eyes made the color drain from her face. Her teacher’s handwriting, in red pen, read, “See me after school.” And worse yet, she couldn’t find a grade on any of the pages. Looking through the paper, Sunset realized something. She had made a grave mistake.

        She hadn’t turn in her research paper. She had instead turned in her hand-written ‘fanfiction’ draft, as she so happily calls it. Sunset always had a bit of a fetish for being dominated by a school teacher. She couldn’t help but write out her fantasies of her and Cheerilee engaging in a few risqué situations. However, she probably shouldn’t have kept it in the same folder as her research paper.

Sunset was traumatized. She couldn’t look at Cheerilee for the rest of the class, her head constantly angled down towards the floor. Cheerilee noticed this and mindfully didn’t call on her for the rest of class, not wanting to make her any more upset. Time passed and lunch came around, allowing Sunset to escape Cheerilee’s classroom. It was taco Tuesday, not that it would help cheer her up. She took a tray and got a few tacos before taking a seat in a corner. She ate her food, wondering what Cheerilee is going to say when the school day ended.

Lunchtime came to a close and she headed to her other classes,  finishing the rest of the school day. She couldn’t focus on any work; her mind was flooded with the thoughts of what was going to happen. Cheerilee probably thinks I’m a freak. She’s going to give me a zero and send me to the principal's office. The bells throughout the school signaled the end of the day. Some students rushed out to get home and others went to their extra-curricular activities. Sunset made her death-march to Cheerilee’s classroom, every step bringing a new feeling of fear over her. The walk was agonizing alone. As she arrived at the door to Cheerilee’s classroom, she took a deep breath to try and calm herself.

Sunset knocked on the door and walked inside. “Miss Cheerilee? I’m here to see you, like you requested,” She said grimly. The sound of the door closing behind her distinct click of a lock was heard. “U-Uhm, Miss Cheerilee?” She stuttered as she turned around. She saw Cheerilee looking sternly at her. “L-listen, it was just a big mistake, s-someone dared me to write tha-” Cheerilee put a finger to Sunset’s lips, hushing her.

“Hush. I’m not mad, Miss Shimmer.” Cheerilee took her finger away, crossing her arms. “It’s alright. Believe it or not, this isn’t the first time something like this has happened,” She stated rather matter-of-factly. “In fact, I found your story to be a little… cute. Take a seat; I’d like to talk to you a little.” Sunset blinked as she sat down at a desk, unable to believe her teacher, the other character in her fanfiction, thought what she wrote was cute. She was slightly relieved but new questions came up in her mind. Before she had time to start asking, Cheerilee walked over to her desk and pulled something out from her bag. “W-Why do you have a rope, Miss Cheerilee?” She asked.

“I think you know exactly why, Miss Shimmer,” Cheerilee responded. Sunset stood up, her eyes wide. “Sit!” Cheerilee commanded. Sunset gulped and did so, the tone in her teacher’s voice alone forcing her down. Cheerilee walked behind Sunset and took her arms, gently forcing them behind the seat and tying them together. She then turned to Sunset’s ankles, tying them to the chair’s legs. Sunset was shuddering, her fantasies coming true, but did she really want it to happen like this?

“M-Miss Cheeril-mnghff!” She tried to speak, but a cloth gag now filled her mouth and wastied around her head. Sunset was panicking, everything happening just like it did in her fanfiction, except for one thing. Her stomach was gurgling. Tacos never did agree with her stomach. She looked up at Cheerilee pleadingly, who looked back and smirked.

Sunset’s heart sank as she realized that her teacher was not going to let her get up and go to the bathroom. Her stomach continued to gurgle and churn as she sat there, causing her to squirm and pull against the bonds her teacher had put her in. Minutes passed and the pain continued to grow. It was starting to become too much for poor Sunset. She began to reason with herself that just letting it go would get her out of here sooner, and get the pain to subside. She whimpered through the gag as she began to relax herself. I can’t believe I’m about to intentionally shit myself! She gave one last imploring look at her ‘captor’.

“Now, now, you know I’m not letting you out. This was your idea after all-” Cheerilee was cut off by the sounds of a sloppy wet fart cutting through the air. She blinked, not realizing that Sunset was also into that sort of thing. A few groans later, Sunset had completely soiled her panties. Cheerilee looked down at her, a little concerned at how tears were welling up in Sunset’s eyes. Then it clicked. Sunset didn’t want to do that.

Cheerilee scrambled to start untying her student from the chair. After getting Sunset free, she helped the poor thing to her feet. Sunset was sniffling, her head down as she tried to keep herself from crying. “Shh, shh. It’s okay. I’m sorry, Miss Shimmer. I didn’t mean to let it go this far.” Cheerilee cooed. Sunset simply started crying as her mess started to drip down her leg. Cheerilee unlocked the door and rubbed her student’s back. “Just get home quickly and take a shower, okay?” She requested. Sunset nodded and left the classroom with an awkward step.

As soon as she left the room, Sunset saw that some students hanging out near the exit. One of them called to her, “Hey, Sunset, what’s up?” She gulped and ran past them, hoping that nothing would catch her. Some of her feces must have dropped onto the floor near them because as she left, she heard someone say, “Is that… oh gross!”

My reputation is ruined...