Fourth or fifth? Berry Punch sighed to herself, she couldn’t remember. Standing behind the oak teacher’s desk with locked knees, she sipped at her wine and relaxed a little. Cheerilee was staying home with Ruby, and was recovering from a cold she’d caught from one of her students. It was fine, the day went by quickly, and she taught the history of Equestria’s vineyards, something of which she happened to be a bit of an expert. And sure, maybe the wine tasting was something Cheerilee would disagree with, but it was fun! Although she worried a bit about that filly Twist, who seemed to be egging the boys on a bit. She was musing on this fact when a slow voice filled her ears.
“Umm, hello? Mrs. Punch, are you here?” One of her students from earlier, a young stallion came walking through the door. She could only describe him as awkward to an almost endearing degree.
“Hi.” He scuffed his hoof on the floor and looked around, his eyes seemingly not wanting to meet hers.
“Ah, Snails, is it? What can I help you with?” Snails walked his way forward to the desk, his eyes now focused on the bottle of wine on her desk.
“Um, normally after school Miss Cheerilee has me stay after…” Berry Punch smiled and took another sip of wine, the win sloshing about as she spoke.
“Hmm, my sister hasn’t been just keeping you around for company I hope.” She stifled a giggle at the blush that rose across the unicorn’s face.
“NO! …No... Sh-she-uh, Miss Cheerilee, that is, I’m…” Snails closed his eyes for a second, and then opened them up again, now staring at the ceiling. “Miss Cheerilee has me stay after because I requested tutoring from her,” His gaze shifted floorward, "because I'm not too bright." Berry peered at Snails over her glass of wine, and then smiled.
“C'mon kid you seem alright to me. You can stick around for a while. Whatcha learning about?”
Snails screwed up his face and his horn glowed a light yellow as he managed to lift one of the many heavy books from the shelf. Setting it down on the table, he allowed himself a small smile, his magic lessons with Twilight paying off. Thinking of Twilight made him feel flustered again, and he closed his eyes again before rolling them up to the ceiling. He knew it just another feature that contributed to his “slow” image in the eyes of Ponyville's denizens, but it was the best way he could clear his thoughts. He thought it a little bit Zen even.
“Uhh, so Miss Cheerilee had me doing health studies, and she said that I should be reading the purple book and doing the tan worksheet.” Berry Punch giggled, her sister was still as organized as ever.
“I’ll get your worksheet.” Humming to herself, Berry Punch trotted over to the file cabinet and bent down to the bottom drawer. She couldn’t help but wiggle along to the music, a choice that didn’t escape Snails as he looked to her well-toned flank. He closed his eyes again and thought of unsexy things. ‘Dad yelling at me. Potatoes. Stab wounds. Snips.’
“Hey, Snails, are you feeling alright?” Snails’ eyes snapped open, and he smiled sheepishly at the substitute teacher.
“Uh, yes Miss Punch, I’m doing just fine.” Berry Punch smiled, and sat down next to the colt.
“Please, you can call me Berry. So, what will we be studying today?” Still smiling, he shifted his gaze from the grape scented mare next to him to the book. The smile wilted, and he gulped a little to himself.
“A-a-an-anatomy.”
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Berry Punch was on her what, seventh glass of wine? ‘Ah, who cares?’ She thought, ‘It’s after 5 anyway.’ Berry looked over to her young student and found him sweating profusely, blushing and focusing more on the worksheet than the reading.
“Snails, are you uncomfortable? You know ponies are naked all the time, right?” She said it in a joking tone, so not to make him feel worse, but he sighed and did that eye thing again.
“Mi- Berry, I know that much. But it’s the poses that they’re in. I know it’s just for a scientific purpose, but it makes me feel… funny.” Berry Punch frowned to herself and thought, leaning over to look at the book. Snails suddenly experienced his vision filling with pony, the slender neck of the purple mare inches from his lips, so soft and smooth… ‘Spike’s spines. Broken horns.’ That did the trick, and Snails instead decided to focus on the tan color of his worksheet. Meanwhile, Berry was deep in thought. If only there was something that could cure social anxiety and provide you with spirit. Like that it all came together, and Berry knew what she would do. ‘This may not be strictly professional.’ She thought, getting up from the desk, ‘But it’s worth a shot.’ She stuck her head in the canvas bag she brought with her and pulled out both a glass and another bottle.
“Hey Snails, would you have a drink with me?” Snails was shocked, both at the suggestion and at how much he loved the idea.
“I-uh, I… Yes?”
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Snails was on, was it his third glass of wine? He didn’t know and he didn’t care; he was having fun. He’d even allowed himself a small chuckle (a nervous one) when opening the page on the mammary glands of ponies. It was just easier somehow; he didn’t feel worried like he usually did as he worked on naming the parts of the teat. His writing was markedly worse however. Berry Punch didn’t know which glass of wine was even hers any more, and just drank from whichever cup was nearest. She leaned in close to Snails, his face a little red from the alcohol.
“Feeling any *hic* better?” Snails nodded and inched closer to Berry, surprising himself with his boldness. Berry smiled and wrapped her foreleg around the young stallion, drawing him close. Snails found his face buried in her mane, right next to her ear. She smelled delicious, like freshly picked grapes and the sharp tang of alcohol, at once bitter and stinging but enticingly sweet. She ran her hoof around his ears, making him shiver with pleasure. She released him (to his displeasure) and stretched, reaching over to turn the page. It was her turn to shiver a little, staring at a large stallion cock on one page, and a young mare’s vagina diagrammed on the other.
“G-guh.” Berry looked to the source of the noise and saw Snails, his eyes fixed on the page with the mare, then the wall, then the mare, then the floor. Finally he decided on closing his eyes, and that seemed to work out. Eyes still closed, he shakily grabbed his glass of wine and downed it. ‘Poor kid. Maybe…’ Berry Punch hiccuped and looked at the half empty bottle of wine on the table. ‘Hmm. But I haven’t done that since college.’ Berry had already decided.
“Hey Snails, I’d like to give you a hoof with your work. Come over here for a minute.” Snails still had his eyes closed, and would keep them that way until he knew that there wouldn’t be anything “embarrassing” getting in the way. Opening them, he looked around for Berry Punch but couldn’t see her anywhere.
“Down here grapeseed.” Berry was lying down in the foal’s area, cushions strewn around her. Snails got up on unsteady legs and began to walk over to her. It felt almost dreamlike to him, or maybe that was because he could swear the room was spinning and his heart was racing and oh sweet Celestia this couldn't be true. Berry Punch giggled at his wobbly movements, making him blush.
“Come on, you’re almost there. You’ll get your sea legs soon enough.” After almost tripping several times, Snails lay himself down next to Berry.
“Oh, um… I left my worksheet over on the table…” Berry Punch smiled and lifted the bottle of wine in her mouth. “Catch.” She deftly flicked it to him, and he flinched, closing his eyes. There was still no sound of glass breaking.
“Nicely done.” He blinked, and saw the bottle hovering next to him, awash with a bright yellowish color. “I, uh, what?” Berry remembered the long version, alcohol bringing emotions closer to the surface, emotion effects magic, blah blah blah. “I guess you’re just a naturally talented young stallion.” Snails wasn’t used to all this flattery, and in combination with the wine he turned a deep crimson. Berry suppressed a giggle and turned a little bit away, looking back over at him as she wiggled her flank a little.
“Now, let’s teach you a little bit more about anatomy, and meanwhile we’ll help me loosen up a little.”
Snails wasn’t sure if he was hearing things correctly, and could only look on as she playfully lifted her tail.
“Come on stud, I don’t bite. Bring the wine.” Snails settled behind the mulberry-maned mare, the bottle steadily held in an aura of goldenrod magic. “I want you to take it slow, explore.” Snails guided the bottle to her flank, and gently began rubbing the lip of the bottle across her cutie mark, a little bit of wine splashing out and on her coat.
“Oh, sorry Miss Berry.” Berry Punch smiled, he was acting like she’d never spilled wine on herself before.
“It’s fine dear, don't be so tim-ooooh.” Snails had dragged his long tongue across her cutie mark, making her moan a little. It’d been so long… “Mmm, now get to your lesson.” Snails held his breath as he moved the bottle in closer, nudging her tail out of the way. Gently he began to rub the neck of the bottle across the mare’s warm pussy lips, hearing a gasp from Berry as he continued to guide the bottle around her sensitive mons. The lip of the bottle brushed over her clit, making her spasm with ecstasy as he began to slide the bottleneck into her waiting hole. She moaned at the intrusion, feeling light dribbles of wine flow into her and mingle with her juices. Snails was in a trance, focused on only Berry and nothing else.
Seeing wine dripping out from around the neck, he brought himself closer, licking away at the rivulets trailing down her flank. Berry was delighted at the duel sensations and pushed her flank back against his face, his purple-stained tongue working furiously on her dampened slit.
“Nnng, ah! O-okay, now I want to get that wine out of the way.” Berry stifled a moan as snails tongue slid into her again, working with the bottleneck to stretch her further.
“Oh, Snails! Okay, I want you to move the bottle… up a little.” Snails pulled back, the bottle slipping out with just a bit of wine spilling out after it. Moving the bottle, he now began running the tip of it around her tight tailhole.
“Berry, are you sure about this?” Berry smiled at him reassuringly, and his heart felt like a chocolate bar kept too close to the fireplace.
“I’m a big girl Snails, I can handle it.” Berry was giggling at the sensations of the bottle, feeling the almost static tingle of the magically glass rubbing her in all the right places. Snails pushed the bottle forward, the sweet port splashing out over her ass and easing entry as Snails guided the bottle inside her. Berry panted as the bottle sunk into her most taboo hole, feeling the wine spilling out and flooding deep into her body.
“Ahn, oh Celestia yes!” Berry was unconsciously rotating her hips, the smooth glass stretching her insides as Snails tilted it to fill her with small gushes of the alcoholic beverage. “P-please…” Berry thrust her hips back, taking the whole neck of the bottle inside her as she dropped her front legs, trying to drain the bottle completely. Snails soldiered on, sweat running down his body as he concentrated on the bottle, hearing it glug as wine quickly escaped into his mulberry lover. He twisted and pulled the bottle, Berry’s enthusiasm growing with each motion her new student made. The bottle made a few final gurgling sounds before becoming empty, and with a pop it slid free from Berry’s ass as more of the sticky beverage flowed down her hips.
“That was- that was great.” Berry was trying to get her head together, but the influx of alcohol combined with the sensations of the bottle had knocked her for a loop. Snails was panting heavily, exhausted from the effort of his extended magic use, but Berry wasn’t looking at that. Instead her eyes focused on the large erection swinging down beneath him, almost comically large for his size. Almost. Berry unsteadily got up, walking over to Snails and pushing him onto his flank with a single jab.
“Uh, Berry? Did I do oka-“Snails words were cut short as his mind went blank, the feeling of Berry’s long tongue wrapping around his cock too enjoyable to allow room for any other thought. The mare settled in beneath him, placing drunk and sloppy kisses all across his shaft and balls, taking the time to suck on each one with care. Snails let out a long moan as she took his cock into her mouth, sucking determinedly on his flared head. She nuzzled the base of his shaft with her nose as she took him further into her mouth, his head now sliding down her throat as she tended to the young stallion’s needs. Snails struggled not to buck his hips, his body tensing each time she deepthroated him. Pulling back, Berry licked at his head in long loving strokes, pulses of pre-cum tasting like candy in her horny and inebriated state. She wiggled her hips, feeling the warm liquid sloshing around inside her and making her shiver as she got up and turned her flank back to Snails. She didn’t even have to ask, not that she could get the words out. Snails mounted her, Berry lying back down on the damp and sticky cushions as Snails tried to find his mark.
Suddenly the colt found her tight marehood and pushed in, and it was Berry’s turn to roll back her eyes. He was large for his age and enthusiastic as he began to rut the mare who had given him one of the best lessons of his life. Berry moaned into the cushions, each thrusts spearing into her and disturbing the wine that still sloshed around inside her. All she could do was pant and cry out as Snail’s instincts took over, his thrusts almost bruising her hips with their intensity. Her tight pussy was stretched to its limit, still winking around his cock and trying to milk him dry. Snails was running off primal instinct as he grabbed her mane in his teeth and tugged it, Berry whinnying beneath him in pleasure.
Her mouth was agape, unable to moan or speak or do anything but push herself back onto the thick cock that was stretching her insides. Snails found himself bottoming out in her womb, her mane still clenched in his teeth as he tried to find his release. Berry couldn’t take it anymore and came, squeals of delight finally escaping her paralyzed voice as she clenched her body around his pole, needing his thick cum to fill her up like the wine bottle had done before. Snails finally peaked, hilting himself deep inside her as thick jets of cum coated her insides. Snails nibbled gently at her shoulder, the last few spurts of seed dripping out around his cock. Berry Punch lay there for a bit with the colt’s thick meat still plugging her up before trying to speak. “Mmmugh, lay down wif me.” Snails obliged her, and lay down next to her, the pretty mare burying her face in his mane and drifting off to sleep in her usual drunken stupor. Snails smiled and lay down to rest, the warmth from the alcohol and the workout with Berry leaving him as drained as the bottle on the cushion next to him.
