Author's Note

[Explicit] [f/F] [Anal Insertion] [Teacher/Student]
Characters: [Ms. Play Write] [filly-Cheerilee]
By Flutterpony

[NSFW] Kindergarten by Flutterpony

“Stay still, please, Cheerilee, and try not to tighten up.” Ms. Play Write focused intensely on the five-year-old filly’s nether region, taking the pencil in her teeth to press the the eraser-end firmly against the sphincter beneath the foal’s tail as little Cheerilee winced uncomfortably, leaning over and hugging the edges of her foal-sized desk. If her coat weren’t already beat-red, the embarrassment she felt despite their being alone might have been more noticeable.

“Y--yes, Ms. Play Write.” Cheerilee shut her eyes as the small eraser crept unnaturally inside of her, and the mare behind her breathed hotly on her hindquarters. She thought of the strange emotion she hadn’t understood that reddened her teacher’s snout and cheeks and made her look tense, almost unhappy.

“Good girl,” Play Write articulated well, though the pencil obstructing her lips affected her speech a little. As the pencil’s end pushed past the filly’s tight ring, the mare’s hoof caressed Cheerilee tenderly over her outer thigh, down to her small hock, and back up her inner thigh. Pushing the pencil in deeper, she brushed over her tiny teats. The small, hexagonal shaft clung and pulled uncomfortably at Cheerilee’s tight, dry hole, but the filly dared not object. She might have sighed, relieved, when the pencil finally stopped, except for the self-conscious feeling of the teacher’s lightly trembling snout pressed firmly between her back cheeks and the sudden movement of her hoof to the small, private slit from which Cheerliee peed.

The teacher’s tail fondled her own moist marehood, causing her to sigh and breath more rapidly against Cheerilee’s raised tail. As the smooth toe of Ms. Play Write's hoof parted Cheerilee’s kindergartener pussy and played softly against her tiny clit, the little filly let out an uncontrolled sigh of appreciation and an impulsive, whinnying giggle, causing the pencil to twitch inside the mare’s mouth before she released it.

As the mare withdrew her muzzle, she continued to stimulate them both with tail and hoof, and she looked admiringly at the accessory she’d given the small magenta filly. Gradually, her breathing picked up.

“Wonderful!” the mare praised. “Y--you’re... earning that extra credit like a star, my little pony... By next month, I think... we'll be ready to convince Mister Rich to make a generous donation to the school... Muh--” she panted more heavily “--maybe some day... you’ll be a teacher too!”