So he's a bit of a fixer-upper
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So he's a bit of a fixer-upper

Sombra, the chemistry teacher of Canterlot High, sat in his office. It was Tuesday, the second day of spring break. Outside his window, the sun was shining with immense power from a pretty much clear blue sky. The wind blew a light breeze, giving the city the perfect temperature for a nice day in the sun.

Inside the school building, the AC had crashed two days earlier, and because of spring break, the janitor wasn’t coming to work until next week. It was everything but perfect, and Sombra had already taken off his jacket and loosened up his tie. He swept some sweat off his forehead with an almost-soaking napkin and looked at his desk. Too much paperwork, too little time. There were at least 15 things he would have preferred to do instead of sitting here.

Here I am, stinking of sweat in my office, he thought to himself. Spring break – a time for students to let them be guided by their crotches and liver and a time for teachers to do stupid paperwork and soak their clothes in sweat.

When the shift happened, Sombra didn’t know. But sometime in the past, the parents stopped blaming their kids for bad grades and turned their wrath to the teachers. After almost every test there was at least one petition from an angry parent. Sometimes passive-aggressive, sometimes violent, but never reasonable. Sombra sighed.

For Solaris’ sake, the responsibility of learning should be on the students! They are the ones who benefit from this. For me, it’s just saying the same bloody thing all over again.

Sombra lost his gaze somewhere far away in the distance. His mind wandered to places like Las Pegasus or Vanhoover. Or Haytona beach… that would be nice… but it’s to expensive. Canterlittle… but it’s to close to Canterlot. To much like work. Work... He was currently looking over a 4-pages long epigraph which mostly consisted of “When I was young” and “Don’t they teach you anything at the university?” and very briefly touched the subject of young Slick Pants’ bad grade on the latest paper.

Blame the teacher… yeah, right. That kid wouldn’t recognize knowledge if it bit him on the nose. I have to give it some credit, though. A teacher should, at least, be interested in the subject he or she is set to teach. Mr. Katz… that was indeed a sad figure. What did I really learn over those years?

Mr. Katz was Sombra’s German teacher in high school. A man so uninteresting that a piece of toast had more spirit. Sombra couldn’t speak German. Well, he could say “Ich heiße Sombra” and “Ich bin müde” and of course “Sprechen sie deutch?”.

Very useful. You couldn’t even order a Schnitzel with that.

And the prepositions, of course. Durch, für, gegen, ohne, um, aus, ausser, bei, gegenüber, mit, nach, zeit, von, zu and the most fun ones, an, auf, hinter, in, neben, über, unter, vor and zwichen.

The sexy prepositions, as Pinkie had told him one day, when they discussed it. They were supposed to decide where to go on their honeymoon. Over the course of several subjects, including food and cars, it became a demonstration of Pinkie being a really good speaker of German. And she had been genuinely surprised when he said that he didn’t speak German.

“But Sombra! German is fun. It’s useful! And it’s really sexy!”

He had replied that German was many things, but that there was no way in Tartarus that "sexy" was a plausible way of describing things. He had some bad memories from his days as a student. Some late nights with German porn... that was enough for Sombra to swear celibacy for a couple of years. Not that Germaneigh was a bad country per se, he knew very little about it, but if the language was any indication, the whole country was a huge square box.

Pinkie’s reaction to that was to jump him, nibble his ear and whisper, "Ich liebe dich, mir echt deine schöne gestalt. Und bist du nicht willig so brauch ich gewalt". From that day, he had to admit that it could be sexy, under certain circumstances. And when he mentioned to her that he only knew the prepositions, she was even more excited!

"Kingsley, those are the most sexy prepositions! An, auf, in, hinter, neben, über, unter, vor and zwischen. You don't know what they mean?"

He told her, in pretty harsh words that, no he didn't, that was the whole point of this. Then she moved closer to him and whispered in his ear while she stroked his chest:

“They mean against, on, behind, inside, next to, over, in front of and between... anything that comes to mind when you hear those words?"

As it turned out, there was very much that came to mind. That was only two weeks ago. Sombra found himself getting caught up in his fantasies. Wasn't he almost drooling as well? He shook his hands in frustration.

"There's nothing sexy about those words!" he said loudly for the whole room to hear. "Nothing at all!" He sat down at his desk again, trying as hard as he could on how to explain to Mr. Pants that his son was a moron without using that word.

That lasted about 30 seconds. An annoying voice in his head made him think of how nice it would be to pin someone against a wall, or putting his tongue inside someone's mouth in a deep kiss, or having someone laying with her legs spread wide in front of him, or...

"Gaaaaahhh!"

He rose from his chair with his palms pressed against his head. This was too much, the day was bad enough without him having wet fantasies about Pinkie Pie. His girlfriend, fiancee, love of his life, for Sombra she was always THE woman.

Of course it was because of her. It was always because of her. And it wasn't really because of Germaneigh either, or honeymoons or anything. It had begun two hours before. A MMS with a picture of a flat faced Pinkie and the text "I'm bored, I'm the chairman of the bored.” Pinkie was very seldom bored at work, but today apparently business was slow down at the corner.

Figures, most of the kids are out of town and the rest are probably playing video games.

He had just replied with a smiley and kept on working. But that first MMS was soon followed by another and another. In half an hour, he'd received ten MMSes with puns from old rock songs. Pinkie kicking a can of raspberry jam, Pinkie holding a Life magazine on top of a Mars bar, and two boxes of Earl Grey with an N made of candy inbetween just to mention the three... least bad ones.

Then she changed her tactics. First there was just an SMS with the words "You want the truth?" which was followed by another one with the same text but in larger syllables.When the fifth message was delivered with a huge "YOU WANT THE TRUTH?" he couldn't do anything but sigh and answer, "Yes". He had feared what the answer would be and had actually jumped when the phone beeped. This time it was a selfie with Pinkie making a heart with her hands, a kissy face and the words "You can't handle the truth." That was actually really sweet, and Sombra had replied with a similar quote "The truth is out there". And I'm on the inside. He sighed.

He took up his phone and scrolled through his messages back to that one. He smiled.
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You make sure to stay on my mind everyday, silly filly. And I wouldn't want it any other way.

He had tried to reply with more movie quotes to match hers but his mind was blank. So he replied with simple notions, "I love you", and the risque "I will hunt you down and kiss your ass." The last thing was an inside joke of theirs, since autocorrect once damaged the "Frienemies"-quote and they just kept it.

In hindsight, that was probably the worst decision today. Cause that gave her ideas...

The next message had been a picture of her chest, working shirt buttoned up, revealing her bra and showing a good piece of cleavage and the words "Come play with us, Sombra...forever and ever..."

Had he been drinking coffee that moment, there would have been a spit-take. But luckily, he had just set the cup down.

The next message was a picture of Pinkie's behind. She wasn't naked, but that was the only thing good with it. She was wearing skin-tight black leggings, grabbing her butt-cheeks and somehow making a smiley-face with her butt. And the text: "I need to ASS you a question..."

He thought about turning his phone off, but then she would be mad at him tonight, and he was not one for drama after a hot day like this. And turning off the sound was not an option, either.

The thing was, all of the teachers of Canterlot High were scheduled to work during spring break. It was considered a time to catch up, but most of the staff just spent the Monday there, working their asses off and just dodging the rest of the week. That was Miss Chrysalis’ method of doing things, just to mention one. Basically, it was just him and Ms. Harshwhinny that stayed behind, but her room was on the opposite part of the school. Ms. Spitfire used to stay behind as well, using the school as her free gym, but she was down with the flu. Well, there was Ms. Heartstrings, the new drama teacher. She was practicing her harp two rooms down, giving the feeling of Spa right in the middle of the chemistry lab. And Mr. Cranky was there, of course. But he always had his paperwork under control. So why the hay was he here? Was his definition of fun to sit and rot at the school? Sombra sometimes wondered if that man had a life at all or if he even lived at the facility. He was two corridors away. So, four people, not a single one to talk to, and he was the one in charge as well. BLEEH. You'd think Principal Celestia would stay behind, providing moral support, but she always managed to schedule a "field trip" with her sister. But someone needed to stay behind, to be the vice-vice-principal. Sombra protested every year. Couldn't they ask Ms. Harshwhinny or Mr.Cranky? Oh no, always him.

Field trip, my ass. Well, since Pinkie couldn't get the week off anyway, I guess there isn’t much to do but wait for the four o'clock bell. Oh, and lunch break.

Then his phone beeped, another message from Pinkie. What the... it was a picture of her hand, pinching her nipple. It was really stiff. And there was a text as well, "Say hello to my little friend.".

Okay, that escalated quickly.

Wherever his mind was, lunch was long forgotten.
A new beep from the phone, a new message. He didn't see what it was first, and then he just stared. Pinkie had taken off her pants, spread her legs and taken a picture straight up her crotch. She had a new phone, and the high resolution picture showed everything. Her smooth pink skin, the black panties, the shimmering nail polish on her fingers, her long well-manicured nails touching the brim of her panties, ready to push the fabric aside to show everything and... damn, wasn't her undies a bit moisturized? And then it was the text. "You better ask yourself one question: do you feel lucky? Well, do you, PUNK?"

He didn't think twice about the line from Dirty Larry, his eyes fixed on the picture. His hands started to act on their own, moving down to his crotch, undoing the zipper and…

No! No no no! He took control of his body again, smacking his hands against the table. There were many things he'd started to participate in after he and Pinkie began their relationship, many he never thought he'd enjoy... but masturbating in his office to a picture of his girlfriend’s panties? Oh, no. Tartarus, no. For the sun's sake, they were soon to be married.They had to maintain SOME dignity. With great effort, he suppressed his urges and replied to Pinkie. "Not now, Pinkie. Wait until my lunch break."

He still couldn't tell her to stop, and to be honest, it was probably wouldn't work anyway. The only thing he could hope for was to postpone it.

At first, it seemed like he'd succeeded. For ten minutes, it was all peace and quiet and boring paperwork.

Beep. New message. A picture of the changing room at Sugarcube Corner, showing Pinkie’s apron on a hook. And a text. "I want you." He read it again with a confused look. What was this? He put the phone down, just for it to beep again. This time, it was as a picture of Harmony Street and the text "I want you so bad." Okay... this was weird, even for Pinkie. He put down the phone again, and this time he actually managed to write some until another beep came. This time it was a picture of the corner of Palace and Main. And the text said "I want you so bad, it's making me sad it's making me sad." The suspicion about what was about to happen slowly crept onto him. He couldn't let go of his phone, he needed to see the next message. Maybe it was just a prank. Maybe. Beep. A picture of Equine street, which led to... no no no... she was not coming this way. She was not going to disturb him at work. The text kept on being cryptic. "I want you. I want you so hard." The tension in the room was thick, much more than he thought was possible with only one person in it. Beep. The main doors of Canterlot High. "I want you. I want you so hard, get into my car get into my car." No doubt this time. She was coming to him, and she wanted him.

Truth be told, he wanted her to. His mind wandered back to the prepositions. Against. Under. Behind. In front of. Inside.

He screamed, "Yes, yes, YES, I want her. I want to do all those things but not HERE and not NOW." He froze. Did someone hear him? No, the harp kept playing. But Mr. Cranky... no, he wouldn't care. He tried to steady his breath, reclaim his demeanor of respectable teacher. He put his jacket back on. He re-tied his tie and he also noticed his fly being open. He closed it, thinking, Thank the sun I noticed in time. She would have used it against me sooo much.

All of a sudden, he recognized the song. "I want you (in my Chevy)” by The Rutles from the album Shabby Road. Ron Nasty's nostalgic and primal love song to his love from his teens, Philda. Pinkie knew her classics.

The phone beeped again, but he didn't look at it. He sat down, grabbing a paper and concentrating hard on looking busy. The next moment, the door sprung open. "HEEEERE'S PINKIE!" She slammed the door shut behind her, bounced over to his room, ripped him up from his chair and gave him a bone-crushing hug.

"Hi, Sombry! Did you miss me? I missed you! "

Her grip softened a bit, and he gave her a kiss on her nose. "I missed you too, kitten, but I'm working. And you should be working too, if I'm not mistaken."

She let go of him, her smile fading a bit. "Yeah... it was really boring. Almost no customers." Her smile grew. "Luckily, I had my phone so I could text my smoking hot boyfriend! Did you read my messages? Did you like them?"

Sombra knew it. This was the moment. He was going to be the adult one, telling her he liked them but this was not the place or time and that they should wait until they got home. Perhaps they could take a trip in the car to a nice little lake and...

"Hello, Pinkie to Sombra!! Anyone there?"

"Eh... eh..."

Pinkie hugged him again, this time a bit more sincere. She looked him in the eyes. Oh, her big blue eyes... he could drown in those. He shook his head and gently pushed her away.

"Yes, Pinkie, I liked them. But we have to wait until four until we can do anything of that."

Once more, her smile faded. "Oh, " she said, but then, she got that tricky look in her eye and a smirk on her lips. "You know something, Sombry? I saw a really cute squirrel on the way here. I even got a picture of it, wanna see? Oh, bugger, where did I put my phone?"

"Pinkie, what..."

"Oh, there it is, on the table. No problemo, I’ll get it in a jiffy."

However, instead of picking it up, she managed to make it slip down on the floor on the opposite side of the desk from where she stood.

"Oopsie," she giggled. "No worries, I’ll pick it up in no time!"

"Yes, yes, Pinkie... do it." He tried not to look at her. She was up to something, and he needed a distraction... ah! The painting of the school’s first headmaster, Clover the Clever, was very interesting right now. But all the huffs and puffs from Pinkie became harder and harder to ignore. How long could it take to pick up a phone?

"Don't worry Sombry, I'll have it back for you in a jiffy! Ungh...unf...where the hay is it..."

"Pinkie, come on. It can't be that... difficult..."

He turned around, just to find her bending over his desk, deliberately stretching herself as much as she could, trying to reach over the edge of the desk to the floor. She could just have walked around the desk, a little piece of his logic said, but the rest of him concentrated on the effect her position had. He had a clear view right up her skirt.

She wasn't wearing any panties.

He froze in position, eyes glued to his girlfriend’s beautiful ass and inviting snatch. Now, Sombra wasn't very much down with the feminist movement, not as much as Pinkie or Ms. Harshwhinny, but he did voice the opinion that men definitely not was brainless beasts thinking with their dicks and wanted sex at the very sight of a woman. Sex was a consensual thing, two partners allowing each other to do unworthy things to each other. The way you expressed yourself was not a matter of submission, it was a matter of choice. She had told him that herself, one time when he had opinions of her clothing.

"Edward K. Sombra! What I wear is my decision, and mine alone. If I want to wear pink, I wear pink. If I want to dress up as a nun, I dress up as a nun. If I want to dress up like, as you call it, a "cock-tease", then it's my damn right to do so without anyone, especially my BOYFRIEND, judging me. And you are not going to have your way with me unless I ALLOW IT!"

And then she had allowed him.

And here she was again. That blue short skirt with the balloons that she loved to wear. Then there was the thigh-high pink-purple-red striped stockings and a tight white shirt. Her black panties, for some reason a bit too small, making them almost a thong... Well, now they were off, but the picture she sent had given him a vision of a pair of tight buttocks separated by the thin black fabric...

Sombra felt his hard-on return full power. It was almost tearing through the fabric of his pants. And it didn't get any better with Pinkie really wiggling her ass as she kept her bent position. At times, she giggled. Oh, how he loved that sound. Now she turned her head, and looked at him from top to bottom. When her eyes reached his crotch, she smirked. Slowly, and never once hiding her snatch from his sight, she turned around until she was half-sitting on his desk. Her legs were spread wide. "Seeing something you like, babe?" She put her right hand over her pussy, starting to play with it, even inserting a finger inside.

"Mmmmmm....want to join me?"

Keeping her right hand where it was, she made a 'come here' gesture with her left. He obeyed, and when he was standing between her legs, she dug her heels in his back, drawing him closer. She grabbed his neck and pulled him in for a kiss.

"Babe..." Her voice was harsh with incitement. "Love me. I want you too"

He kissed her back, his hands feeling his way over her back and neck. He played with her hair, but he didn't dare to go to low.

"Pinkie...we can't...Mr. Cranky and Ms. Heartstrings are here...and Ms. Harshwhinny... and Principal Celestia can call any minute..."

Pinkie’s hands moved over to his pants, unzipping them and pulling them down. His penis was now free from its fabric prison and enjoyed its freedom. Pinkie took his length in her, stroking it slowly, and said, “Then we’d better be quick." She looked at him, eyes filled with lust and love and desire. "Mr. Sombra... please fuck me now."

"Well, Ms. Pie...when you put it that way..." he replied, "it will be my pleasure."

He let his hands slide down her back one last time, then he gripped her butt and pushed himself inside her.

"Ooohmmm....Sombry... oh, yeeesss..."

For a moment, he stayed still, just feeling. The warmth of her body, the beauty of her eyes, the taste of her kiss. He squeezed her ass slightly, feeling how she tightened herself around his penis.

"You’re so nice and hard, Sombry. Fuck me. Fuck me, please...mmmmmngh...ooooh yeah! Yeah!" She kept her voice down, but it was impossible to mistake her panting speech. She was "there". And so was he.

He started to rock his hips, and went back into the kiss. He made his movements slow. He knew they had to hurry, but it just felt so wonderful so be inside her. She was so warm. And she was soo wet. And he wanted to feel that warmth and wetness for as long as he could.

Slowly, slowly in, feeling every inch of warm, hot, wet flesh of her pussy. Slowly, slowly out just to be able to have the feeling return. Never once breaking the kiss, he heard and felt Pinkie moaning into his mouth. Her right hand was scratching his neck, her left hand down between her legs, touching her clit.

"Mmmmmm....mmmmMmmmMMMmmmm...mmmOOOOOH Sombry.... Oh, yes....mmmmm..."

He kept his pace, every slow push being rewarded with the same warmth as the last. Sometimes he tightened his grip of her ass, making him thrust deeper into her, rewarding him with a gasp and the feeling of her tightening herself around his dick.

"AH ! AH...Ah... Sombry...oh boy, it feels so good. But... why so slow? It feels great but...AAAAH... I thought you said we were in a hurry..."

"Oh, we are..." he replied, "but...ungh...I love to be inside you. Your pussy feels so good, Pinkie... I want to feel you... I want to...fuck you...just a little more... just a little bit more..."

But he quickened his movements nevertheless. He felt his arousal growing in his nethers. He was getting closer.

"AH...Pinkie...I love you..."

"I love you too...I love fucking you too, Sombry... AAAooooo...please Sombry. Don't make it too long. Oooooohhnnn... I'm... close. Wait... Just a second."

She unbuttoned her shirt, and pulled down her bra. He took a moment to admire her breats. Not that big, and he never could learn her size, but beautiful, just like the rest of her. But then he wasted no time, and dived in, slowly caressing her breast with his hand and licking her nipple. He knew what she liked, and she threw her head back and gasped. He could feel her fingers quickening her movements over her clit.

"Sombry... Suck it. Suck my breast. Suck it hard! Yes...yes, like that..."

He closed his lips around her stiffened nipple and did what she asked for. Not to hard, but enough.

"Oh Solaris! Oh fuck! Oh Sombry, don't stop, I'm close...I'm close... Ahhh...Aaah...AAAAAAHHHHGNNNNHHH...."

He couldn't help himself, even though her orgasm was one of the hottest things he knew, he had to tease her. So he kept his lips around her nipple, slowly licking it, and kept up his thrusts, slower but still.

"Sombry, wait...wait... Just... Just stop a moment..."

Pinkie gently pushed him away from her. He knew it was nothing personal, just that in the first moments after an orgasm, she needed to calm herself down just a bit. He took the pause as an opportunity to admire her. His girlfriend. His fiancee. His soon-to-be wife. By the sun, was she beautiful. Her clothes, her body... her smile. Her giggles.

"Okay, mister, now it's your turn"

Her lust. She had his dick in a grip, directing it once again inside her, but now it was his turn to play. So he grabbed her by the waist, and turned her around.

"What are you doing?"

He chuckled, trying to sound as much "teacher"-like as he could. "Now, now, Miss Pie. I can't have you busting into my office, disturbing me without some sort of disciplinary action." He leaned over her and whispered in her ear, "Now, bend over for me, or there will be consequenses."

She gasped, a sound of mocked fear, and obeyed. He lifted up her skirt. The sight of her round and beautiful butt made him warm and even more horny than before. And a bit playful. He lifted his hand, and let it land on her butt with a smack.

"OW! ...Sombry..."

He smiled sheepishly. "Sorry, Pinkie..."

"You better be, mister. You’re lucky I'm in a good mood. Now... Put it in!"

He did, and the warmth and wetness was even more intense. And she was tighter. And as he began his thrusts he saw how her butt squealed with every push from him. Oh for the sun, was he close now.

"Pinkie... I'm... I'm..."

He was about to pull out, when she said, "No...inside me...please..." and whispering she added " I want your cum... all of it... in me"

That was it. There was no holding back anymore, and with an almost cheesy roar, "AaaaaAAAAGGGHHHHNNNNN....UUUUHNnnnn", he came. It was impossible to hold back, and he pushed his penis as far inside her as he could. "Yes, Sombry... yes! Yes!" Pinkie pressed her body against his as much as she could. And then, everything went still. Keeping himself inside her, he leaned forward to kiss her.

This position, and cumming as hard as he did, was his secret fantasy. Just a fantasy, he told himself. As a teacher, he knew the amount of fluid at a normal ejaculation, of course, and as a gentleman, he respected Pinkie’s integrity.

But he liked to pretend he was filling her inside completely with his cum, shooting gallons of his seed inside her, marking her with his dark emblem and making her his for eternity.

But Pinkie was not a woman to be owned by anyone. She walked through the world free and unbound. That was another reason for him to love her even more. And she'd chosen him to tag along. But he couldn't help it sometimes. As he pulled out, he took her hand, helped her up, and led her to the small couch in the corner of his office. He sat down, and she sat down in his lap. They kissed once more, this time a cute and compassionate kiss. After-sex kisses were the best.

"You really are the best, Pinkie."

"Yeppety yep! But you’re not so bad either, Sombry".

He smiled, but the smile froze. "Oh, bugger... We didn't use a rubber".

Pinkie smiled maternally. "Of course we didn't, silly. Didn't you notice that by now?"

Sombra was freaking out. "But... this was no safe period... and those never work anyway and I know we are getting married but I don't know if I want kids and..."

“I do, Sombry. I want kids."

Sombra frowned. "So... this was your plan? Fooling me into this, forcing me? "

Pinkie kissed him on his forehead. "Of course not, Kingsley. I won't have kids with you until I'm ready. My point was: why use rubber when I'm on the pill?"

Sombra stared at Pinkie with his mouth wide open. "You're on the...pill?"

"Yeppers!"

"Since when?"

"Two weeks back."

He sighed and sank back in the couch, calmed. But then he looked at her with a new frown. "Wait a minute... What about yesterday, when you had me search the whole house for twenty-five minutes before I found the condoms? If you were on the pill, why the ruckus?"

"Well, just because I have taken care of business doesn't mean YOU can cheat on your responsibilities, mister! That's the patriarchy thinking there!"

He had no time to reply when she continued. "Besides, I promised mom to stay unpregnant until after the wedding. 'I've been to enough weddings where the bride was halfway through labour, Pinkamena, I don't want yours to be that way too'.” Pinkie did a spot-on imitation of her mother’s voice.

"Did she tell you to take the pills?"

"No, she told me not to sleep with you. A bit too late for that, really. I don't think she knows of pills. Or condoms. She is rather old-fashioned around some things. Come to think of it, her only advice was the one she got from her mother. Granny Rubble told her to sleep with her feet in a ten-gallon bucket. "

Sombra laughed, a short and dry laugh. "Did that help?"

Pinkie shrugged her shoulders. "She didn't find a ten-gallon, so she used two five gallons. That's how Maud was made.”

Sombra just stared at Pinkie.

"What happened, honey? Did you see a ghost?"

Sombra relaxed, kissed his Pinkie Pie, and smiled. "Never change, babe. Never change."