Mornings? weather you're the student or teacher not many people like them, and Mr. Sombra's morning class was no exception. The students all grumbled with their nesssecity of having to return to school as they took their seats in Mr. Sombra's classroom. Sombra himself sat at his desk with his greasy pomped black hair and brown suit, he took the attendance sheet and looked over the names, pen ready to mark. His class sat at every seat and seemed to be ready, but he knew better. "Ms. Shimmer?" He asked with his smooth still somehow gravely voice calling to her.
"Here sir." Sunset Shimmer said as she raised her hand, some things about this world never really changed from her home, the only difference between her days at Canterlot High and Celesta's school for gifted unicorns, was that the class was on U.S Government and she was raising her hand and not a hoof. It was still a bit unusal to use her formerly pony body this way.
"Mr. Sentry?" Sombra asked checking Sunset's name off the list, and moving down to Flash Sentry's name.
"Here." Flash said, for just a moment he and Sunset shared a brief glimpse, she could have sworn he smiled at her and she somewhat returned the sentiment, but between them there could only be a good friendship. She liked Flash, and still would have pursued a further relationship, but both of them where in a limbo over who they wanted to be with. Still wondering just who there was a deep,meaningful connection with.
"Where is that new student who was supposed to be here? (this place takes more new students than a halfway home, he thought internally) Well I guess we'll just have to...He was stopped by the door opening and all heads turned to...her. She wore a jet black leather jacket and a cherry red top just above the navel, walking that thin line of the school dress code with its size. The top had the white Coca Cola logo looking faded etched into it, her jeans were blue with the bottoms tucked in black boots with thick, low heels. Her lips were thickly painted purple while puckering around red lollipop, her eyes hidden behind a pair of heart lens shades. Her skin was white as heavy cream, and her hair. Solid auburn and curly, giving her an innocent daddy's girl visage that betrayed her outfit.
"Sorry I'm late Mr. Sombra." She said her voice like if that old fox pocket monster Vulpix could talk...and say more than its name. Soft and a little girlish and cute. Even her hair was like it, the fore locks straight down with the back curled into a bun. "I just had to clear up a few things with...oh that's not important." She said taking the lollipop from her mouth and tossing it away with a giggle. Her slender and shapley legs swayed side to side as she crossed the room, her chest jiggled a bit, that bra and top doing little to keep it from being hidden.
"Class, we have a new student joining us today, her name is..." He stuttered and tried to find the words, he was suddenly having an egotistical desire within himself, it was almost...animalistic. He held on with every reserve of his willpower (a trait his equestrian self had in spades) to restrain himself.
"Lola...Lola Love-Lush everyone." She said taking her seat and lowering her shades to show of her big and round green, vibrant eyes. Sombra felt old accusations coming back, his days at Crystal City University as a philosophy and ethics professor, his students mostly minors for pre-med or psychology, ironic as it was later when he was accused of a sex for grades scandal, never proven, but enough to have him reduced to teaching high school on probation. It was a tarnishing of his record and made him doubt his worth as a professor, What man who has a professorship in such topics facing accusations? He adjusted his black tie and steel grey suit and tried his best to continue the lesson, and the class throughout the day. He lectured them all on the battlefields of the world wars, and would mix in some of his old philosophy courses when it came to them. Even now it still made Sunset Shimmer cringe to hear of such things that happened in this world, not even the harshest of villains, from Tirek to the very King her own teacher resembled at that very moment, none of them could compare to what she had read about when it came to evil men and even women in this world.
it was all too good a relief when the bell rang, but as the students all packed up their belongings and headed out the door, something was off. The others all made for the doors and and ran off to leave when the day was done. Not her, not Lola. She sat at her desk helping herself to another lollipop sitting there with those shades of her's as she slurped, moaned and sucked on it..her lollipop. He tried to keep his composure by writing the next day's assignment on the board but the squeaking chalk only made her more noisy as she tried to keep him from hearing anything but her audible sounds as she ravaged the treat. He felt himself begin to sweat, he hadn't had a woman for months, not since Chrysalis, she gave him some good head in the teacher's lounge and he returned the favor by using that mouth of his on her lower lips...but that's a story for another day.
"Ms. Lush? Is there something you had to ask me?" He said as he felt the confines of his grey suit pant stir. He sweated softly and tried to loosen his tie, something to get his mind off of her, Mr. Discord in bathing shorts? No. (why did he slightly enjoy that?) Ms. Smith the lunch lade in a one piece? No...Two piece?...'oh there we go.' He thought to himself feeling his erection soften like a mashed banana but she only chuckled into her hand and said.
"Mr. Sombra...It is my first time....at such a school like Canterlot High." She said getting up and sauntering over to the desk, God she looked so hot like that, he was suddenly a student her himself again, Back when Mrs. (then Ms.) Doodle was a rip milf of thirty, before she became as old as her now husband, his hormones raging like a young man of the student body, age receding to the small but egotistical lad he had once been. her hips sway as she takes her shades off and flutters her long, well mascaraed eye lashes at him, he felt his pants tighten under his desk as he sat down. "You know...I think I'm gonna like it here., such nice teachers like you." She runs her hand over his cheek and he turns from grey to red, his hair is next. She plays a few strands like a violin and purrs in his ear he gulps hard. Memories shift forward to when he was the professor Aat Crystal Empire University a sorority house slut that the night before got tag teamed by the beer swilling frat boys of Capa Alpha PI, cried to him after class, saying she was drugged and they took turns, and nothing she could say would make the rest of the sorority call her anything but a slut. He stroked her hair and told her she's not a slut, but those frat boys are just that...boys. He was a real man, a man of solid steel and more than any of those Crystal city chumps
"Professor Sombra? I feel so dirty." She says breaking down in tears clinging to his body like a big teddy." He wraps his big strong arms around him, and he tells her that she isn't that she's strong and shouldn't care what those girls think, he says he'll give her breaks and let her grade on a cure, she's only taking his course for credit anyway. Now here was this girl almost like her, only she could be coming on to HIM for her first time. He took in her features and yet another memory came back to him. More vibrant and even further back..to young Sombra's boy hood days.
When he was only seven years old, young Sombra and his father had gone on a long drive out to some big house in the country, his father sat him in their Lexus and was his usual silent self the whole way up there, a reflection of the man his son would become, but young Sombra would soon learn not to follow him so closely. An eccentric friend of the Sombras had invited them to see his latest investment, a thirty five hundred thousand dollar horse stables. The friend was hoping to breed prime race horses and make a profit in the racing circuit, maybe even the Kentucky derby. To make a long story short, he was showing them around the stable. The men had their best suits and rubber boots on as expensive cigars smoldered away in their mouths. The horses sat in their stalls, they looked and behaved vastly different than the ones who lived beyond the veil of this world to the other one in the mirror, the events of the world's colliding then a long many moons away. Both men had to be cautious not to flick their cigars away in the stables or drop ashes on the ground, or the dry hay and wood would go up in a blaze, and the 'dumb beasts' as Waltz called them, would die.
"So where is your latest addition to the herd Waltz?" The elder Sombra asked as the stable hands in checkered shirts and overalls lead a cream colored mare with a beautiful auburn mane and tail, she was a Neapolitan raised mare, her stud was an expense Clydesdale named Khartoum, big stupid, and only meant to race. The young boy Sombra looked into the mare's amber eyes as her owner informed them of her name. Sombra could feel a strange bond to the horses her, It was around this time that a lifetime away, his doppelganger though much older, was rising to power. The six element barers destin to defeat him many of their moons later. Around the time he'd become the adult, his other Self would be reduced to ash by their power.
"I call her Creamy Delight, she's the finest fifty grand mare I could find in Italy and she'll mother a half Draft horse, half race horse brood with my Clydesdale. You like him? I named for the horse in the Godfather." He said pushing the mare aside with a "move you stupid foal factory, I want my real pride and joy beside me." AS he softly kissed his stallion's nose.
"Wasn't that horse decapitated and the head left in the producer's bed?" The older Sombra asked with a smoky breath. Waltz only chuckled and mentioned how he had no intention on that happening around his horses. The young Sombra had no interest in these grown men acting like morons drooling over something as frivolous as money and prestige in owning horses and making money off them. No his eyes were drawn to the mare, she was so small and delicate, her eyes gleaming with a wide eyed and yet...sadness. This animal deserved better than that monster who would use her every season Mr. Waltz bankroll to race track money. She deserved to run fee in wide open ranges, with a gentle owner that would treat her with love and tenderness, not who'd use her like he planned to.
He visioned himself akin to Tarzan or some wild and free man, at one with the wild. In only a strip of pelt as his mare walked beside him, unburdened by any cargo, but ever loyal to him. Two kindred souls free from roles they'd been forced to take. He could feel a kindred bond with her, a connection to not be made to take a role predetermined for you. Now as this young but not too young student was practically begging him to do her, it was like in some way...that mare he wanted to just ride from those stables and into the wild until they both could be free. Years later and his destiny is calling him again. What was he to say? "Ms. Lush?" He said placing a hand under her chin and making the eyes of Creamy for a brief moment return to him. That pretty, pretty mare. The one who had a sentient counterpart on the other side, the side were all creatures of her had so much power in magic and unity to live for.
"Yes sir?" Creamy asks before he's brought back to reality that it's not a filly named Creamy Delights from his boyhood, but his student in his classroom as an adult.
"Are you sure?" He asks stroking her hair lovingly, trying his damnedest to be compassionate and tender with her, to be sure that she wants it as much as he found himself wanting it. She giggles softly and places her lips on his, they are warm, full, and tender. She pushes her face into his, the faces transition from human to ponies in their minds, not just Creamy but Sombra too. From human to pony, then back again until its hard to say who's who. Pony, human, human, pony, what's the difference anymore, the Sombra in the room becomes a king in a bright red robe and dreams of power, she becomes a young mare with creamy white coat, begging to pleasure her. then back to two humans in similar throes of lust and love.
"That answer your question my love?" She asks as she plants more kisses on his neck and chest, opening up his shirt. She picks up the smell of Ralph Lauren cologne on his clothes and chest. She takes a long whiff of it and sighs happily shuddering. "You smell so bold sir, like a real man." She says as she steps away to take in his now bare chest. He gets his shirt, tie and jacket off and folded. He had the body of a God, ripped and built like a tank, his six pack rippled, when his emerald green eyes locked with her's, her heart skipped a beat. His chest was like the round barrel of a strong draft pony, a trait his grown self in Equestria shared along with the powerful arms and strength as he shed his clothes and exposed more of himself to her.
"I work out." He told her, his routine consisting of spending his weekends (even in the dead winter) up in the woods with only his tent, knife and wits to survive. The trails his treadmill, the boulders on the mountains his weights, and the abandoned rock quarry his pool. His body sculpted as if by the Renaissance masters but by the forces of nature, he looked as if he could be left at the cliffs of Dover while the cruel sea pounded at him, but it would only make him stronger. Her mind raced with all the naughty thoughts he could do with her. She let her leather jacket slip from her shoulders as her baby tee began to show little nubs behind the thin fabric. Naughty girl, she wasn't wearing a bra under that tee. He felt a stiring in the slacks near his zipper as she felt a surge of juices start to moisten her panties behind her tight jeans. The almost...animal instincts of their origins and influences from Equestria kicking in.
He placed his hands, strong and veins pulsing like man's hands yet also slender and gentle as her own, on her breasts through her shirt. She moaned softly as his green eyes gazed almost..tyrannically for a brief moment as he sized her up. He saw her information, born on or before that day's date just enough years ago for this to be legal in one sense, but not in the fact that he was a teacher and her a student. Legal aged or not, no one would look at this situation and see anything but a text book case of an older man taking advantage of his young student, no one but them could ever understand that it was love. A love that may have been...unusual but not in and of itself inherently forbidden. Men can love other men, and women can love other women, and those were just the springboard of" out of the usual love." Yet here they were, two star crossed amours lost in the throes of desire, and yet if the world outside that door knew, they would only see a truly "weird love."
"Wait...I need to make sure..." He strolled across the room and made sure the door's locks where tight and he thanked every God he ever learned of that the school used frosted glass doors, and they where three stories up, unless Discord had invested in a window washer and was making rounds on them, there was almost no risk of being caught. Canterlot High was an honor system school that was on good terms, unlike so many american highs, there was no metal detectors or that many cameras. The fences weren't barbed to keep escapees from leaving, and he thanked the Gods again for all of that. It was then something else dawned on him.
`"I don't have protection." He confessed with a huff, ironic for all those times he had to tell the giggling gaggle of boys in his classroom to stop snickering when he put all those condoms on cucumbers for sex ed, he had none on him. The last batch that hadn't been sized by the "Right wing conservative idiocy," were all handed out to the students after the Principal had told the conservatives off. He hadn't carried any himself mostly as he doubted himself ever getting this far with a woman again.
"You don't have to worry about it, I'm clean as whistle, my apologizes to having to bring that up, and "I trust you to be so too." He was, He so hated that in this day age you practically needed to carry around your medical record when these things happened, but so much more than unplanned new life had emerged in the course of time's ironic cruelty.
"What do you mean?" He asked as she took off her tee, her breasts held up by strong cartilage and firm, young collagen. They weren't As big as so many women on internet porn, but so many times those sorts of breasts were augmentation, he compared breast augmentation to cat de-clawing. It was unnatural, it took away the breasts natural ability to feel pleasure from intimacy, and it only furthered the stylized perfection that he did his damnedest when ever he could to inform his female students was not something the ideal man would want in you.
"Surely you teach us that there are more than condoms when it comes to birth control?" She says with a giggle as her hands slide up and down her sides outlining her curvaceous and femmine body, the perfection was not in her making sure she conformed to images some sweaty perv modified with a computer for fifty bucks, but in the way her body had filled out and matured into womanhood, but she still had a few of her girlish traits on her. He went back to her and softly planted his lips on her left nipple and kissed it softly, the nerves in the flesh send electrical tingles through her body, the Endorphin's in her brain were releasing shock waves of bliss to the tips of her neurons just under every layer of her skin. It was like when you take a bite of cake that's perfectly made in a mix of liquors and milk cream as it melts on your taste buds. Or taking a bite out of a fresh hot pepper. at first it hurts, but then the nerves make you crave more, the searing turns to tingling, and your heart races desperate for the sensations.
"I love you." he says before kissing and suckling on her left nipple softly, its a mixture of an infant suckling the precious nectar of life, and a man lost in the burning sands of the Sahara finding an oasis with waters that revive his drying out skin with its kiss of cool, sweetness as he plunges into the waters with joy. " I really love you." he says as he softly strokes her auburn hair as he suckles. He means it too, he wants this to be truly something that is rooted in love and passion, not staged or pandering like pornography. As does she, she looks into the windows to his soul that are the glimmering, shimmering gemstones the great Gods blessed him with for eyes. His face is like a tyrant ruler but compassionate and tender, like that tyrannical side was worn down and made into a gentler and kinder soul.
"I love you too Mr. Sombra." she replies as she softly kisses his chest and her hands finally reach for what she'd wanted since she first saw him in all his glory. The dainty, slender digits un-clip the buckle of his belt then the zipper does next, already she can feel a bulge painfully poking in the confines of his underwear, briefs. They are spotlessly white and clean, not a speck of dirt or...well you know. She never took him to be a briefs man, but he did look sexy in them. He slipped his loafers off and stepped out of his pants hooking the socks as he stood there, his steel gray body muscled and strong, his slicked back hair long, a strange mixture of the kind of hair his own students would have on the body of figure drawing model. He made the sinews tighten and show off his strength, it made her floodgates open and she practically doubled over as her panties became soaked to the hem.
She returned the favor by unbuckling her boots and getting them off, socks and all. Before lowering her jeans slowly, she gyrated her body as they slipped down her legs, like a snake being charmed in the far east. She spread her legs and bent over in just her panties, as she undid the Claire's brand scrunchies holding her hair in place, it naturally flowed in curling waterfalls down her face and cheeks. For some strange reason, An image of that pony...Creamy delights came back to him, only she wasn't a silent animal, but sentient. Lola was Creamy, Creamy was Lola. One in the same that wanted him. He shook the thought aside as the image of the girl bending over for him returned presenting herself in her underwear to him as she gave her ass a soft spank and moaned loudly. "Ms. Lush?" He asked as his hands hooked the elastic of his underwear.
"Yes sir?" She asks back as she does the same with her pretty pink panties and lowers them exposing the petals of her rose as its buds began to bloom open with sweet nectar. He does the same as his engorged manhood springs finally free to breathe, naked as the day he was brought into the world as was she, grown and aged to perfection in both their cases.
"You'll be the death of me." He said as he got on his hands and knees and brought his lips to her puffy pink sink. He stuck his tongue out and gave her lower lips a slow lick, like an ice cream cone in the summer. She shuddered and moaned softly feeling his tongue on her. "Is...is this really your first time?" He asks more out of concern than pride at the notion of taking her virginity. "I don't care if it isn't." He adds.
"Not...with a real cock." She tells him. He doesn't care, virginity in and of itself is nothing but a sham that's been used for objectification. He silences her my sliding his tongue into the petals of her rose and lathers it against the fleshy folds tenderly. the stretchy sensitive flesh gives to the muscle and accommodates it, he isn't another woman, but he's done his homework. He knows that a female is more sensitive and stimulated on the outer edges of her vaginal lips, not the inner depths. She moaned loudly and he was concerned that her sounds would attracted unwanted attention, but he reminded himself there was no one here at this hour...but they stopped dead in their tracks and froze when the door knob began to rattle and a voice on the other side grunted a bit.
"Sombra? You in there buddy? I gotta clean up the classroom for Monday." The voice of the janitor Mr. Discord called from the other side.
"Come back later Discord...I'm...grading a lot of backed up papers in here." he said his mouth bubbling with her juices and lathers of his spittle.
"Hey Sombra you eating Warheads in there? You sound like the slackers at lunch stuffing warheads in their mouths till they drool like bulldogs!"
Discord said with a chuckle as the lovers heard the wheels of his bucket squeak as he went on his merry way. They wondered if he suspected something but shrugged it off when he didn't come back, he resumed.
"Oh God yes." Lola cried softly so as not to draw any further attention to them. As he kissed her clit softly and sucked on it as more juices dripped onto his chin as he ate her out. He darted the tip of his tongue like a piston teasingly in and out of the entrance before humming around it softly around the bell of her love button. He softly scrapped his front teeth on the puffy lips before kissing them softly, "I'm close." She said with gasps and huffs as her creamy soft skin began to flush red with color as he licked, slurped and sucked at her slit and drove her over the edge, Her pussy quivered and shook softy as it sprayed and squirted his face with a few strong bursts of sweet, juicy fluids. She collapsed in a heap on the classroom floor. She looks back at him with eyes blazing with fiery passion, and glazed with bliss.
"You ready?" He asked her as he lifted her in his strong arms and carried her like a groom carrying his beloved bride to the marital bed, only it was his oak desk he placed her down on gently as he spread her legs apart and positioned himself over her. She looked at him with half lidded bedroom eyes, and nods as she tilts her head back ready for the intimacy of the penetration. He softly places his hands on her knees as he lines the head of his cock up with the lips of her pussy. He grits his teeth as he feels the lips wrap around his tip and he slowly pushes his length into her as gently as he can. She leans up wrapping her arms around his shoulders and locks eyes with him yet again, and kisses him hard and passionately as she starts to rock and glide her hips and take his shaft as deep as can go. He isn't as huge as his musculature would imply, but he is quite big, enough to make her melt when he starts to speed up.
He and her both start to sweat softly then profussley as the air's smell of college and floral perfume is replaced with musk and body odor as they continue to make love. "Oh fuck oh fuck oh FUCK!" Lola cries softly before biting her knuckle to muffle her cries as he kissed her again, tongues wrestling and fighting for domination, tips flicked at each other before she gave in and let him explore and prod at the depths of her throat as her pussy began to suction and clamp down on him.
"No no don't tighten up, easy there my love, relax and enjoy it." He says as her muscles lossen and she sighs as the pleasure returns for them both. He speeds up as the twitch in his cock becomes even more sensitive and he feels himself getting close. "I'm cumming!" He cries out softly in bliss, he clamps his teeth together and grunt with effort as each and every spurt of his semen splashed against her core. The fire in her depths cooled by the spurts as they begin to taper off and he and her come down from he bliss slowly.
"So now what?' Lola asked as she got her clothes back on, he finished adjusting his mussed tie and he ran his fingers in his hair to get it back in place. He scoffed softly and began to pack up his metal brief case.
"My door is always open Ms. Lush, you're more than welcome back for more study sessions if you wish." He said as nonchalantly as if that's all they had just done.
"What are you talking about? We just...oh." She says as she realizes what he means. She giggles putting her shades back on before placing a flat piece of cardboard on his desk. A closer look and he realizes she left him a calling card, a queen of diamonds with the her purple lipstick leaving a kissing mark on it. "I'll kept that in mind sir, thank you for the help." As she left, Sombra remembers the role he has to actually play. The role of a Canterlot High School teacher, not some Cassanova that really lands the ladies...or as his other self would get...the mares.
"Get Monday's essay on the roots of democracy in America finished Ms. Lush, and remember to read the chapters to catch up with the rest of the class." He says as she walks out, her hips giving him one last seductive sway as she leaves. This job may be stressful, but dammit it all if it didn't have its benefits...he felt...like a king. 'King Sombra, has a nice ring to it.' He thought to himself.
Once he was outside, Mr. Sombra opened the lock on his steel brief case and took from it a wooden box with a brass latch, a cigar box. He took one of the long brown tubes of tobacco from the box and a tool used to cut the tip off. He snipped the cigar tip and let the wrapper fall away. He took a flip lighter from his suit pocket and lit the tip, taking a long, drawn out drag of the smoky, mellow flavor of the South Haitian stoker. His nerves relaxing as he took in the flavor, He never really thought he'd find an occasion to actually smoke these expensive things, but this was one of those such times. He blew a cloud of smoke into the air with a sigh as he relaxed and watched the sun set over Canterlot bay. "Women." He said as he sighed leaning onto the door of his car, not a care in the world for the first time in what felt like forever. He took her calling card from his pocket and added, "I love this job." The Equine version of himself could almost be seen in the clouds above and it would look down at him, share the sentiment, and smile.
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