CMC Problems
Chapter one: Cheerilee’s...
Cheerilee sat at her desk in the schoolhouse, as she often times did, marking and grading the papers and homework given to her by her students. To many, they would consider the task tedious, time consuming and all-around boring, but to the dark pink pony tutor, she found it oddly relaxing, almost meditative after having performed the task for so long. She put that down to her ample practice in the task, having been some form of assistant, supply or full time teacher since a little after she’d left college, that and her natural affinity on the subject, courtesy of her cutie mark...or maybe she’d got her cutie mark because of her natural ability...
Realizing she’d been staring over her class blankly for a few second, all of whom were sitting quietly working on a book report (otherwise known as ‘teacher fell behind on her work so please sit quietly while I catch up’), she shook the though away and got back to her marking.
‘Spelling errors, no punctuation marks there-and there, very sloppy Silver Spoon’ she silently mused, red pen held in her teeth as she-
BRINGINGING
‘LUNA’S BALLSACK!’
As the kids all merrily went out to play, Cheerilee silently thanked said nocturnal deity she hadn’t blurted that aloud. She could just imagine the response...
“Wait, if Luna has a dick, does that make her a colt, a filly or both?”
...
“Sweetie Belle...the fuck?”
Her bits were on Twist breaking the silence.
She quietly took a few short breaths as she got her thoughts in order, watching the small fillies and colts pile out of the room as the bell continued to ring, signifying the day’s lunch break. Neatly ordering her papers and setting the ones she’d finished checking over aside, she went out to join her students in their break, not to mention keep an eye on any mischief.
The day was a nice, happy one, Celestia’s sun shining down on Cheerilee and her students as they played and gossiped and ate their meals and-
‘Where are the Cutie Mark Crusaders?'
The teacher looked left and right rapidly, searching for the three missing fillies; she cast her eyes over her students, finding Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon among them, so she at least wouldn’t find them fighting or something, but she still couldn’t see hide nor hair of her missing students. Worried they might be up to something cutie mark related, which usually ended in either boo-boos or property damage, she decided to search for them. First, inside the school house, thinking they may have hung back without her noticing, but found nothing except a somewhat humid yet empty room. Second, a thorough search of the school grounds, which yielded some confused looks from her students as she peered into bushes and under benches, but nothing more.
Third and finally, she took a look around the building itself, wherein she initially came up with nothing, however once she got to the side of the red-brick building which was furthest from the front yard, and everypony else as it happens, she heard the strangest sounds coming from around a corner. Deciding to investigate, she peered around said red bricked wall and-
“Oh, hah, B-Button!” a voice mewled. Cheerilee’s eyes widened; she knew that voice, and where there was one there was three, but that would mean...
Under aged thighs clapped with under aged flanks as three fillies stood with their fore-hooves planted against the schoolhouse wall, and three colts leaning over them, well, two of them were, one was standing on a conveniently placed rock whilst clinging tightly to his partner’s rear-end as his hips moved in a blur, gently slamming into her hindquarters.
“S-shut up, Sweetie Belle, somepony’ll hear” said another quietly moaning filly as she pushed her flanks back into her partner.
Now with her head poking around the wall, partly camouflaged by a well-placed shrub, Cheerilee could properly see six of her students screwing behind the school. The teacher blinked.
‘Wait...WHAT?'
Sweetie Belle, Apple Bloom and Scootaloo notwithstanding, Rumble, Button Mash and Pipsqueak were drapped over them, sweating, grunting in exertion and blushing furiously as they pounded away at the three fillies before them as they indeed did the deed; feeling her eyes widen in shock, Cheerilee felt herself freeze up as she watched them quietly rut behind the school. The fillies stood with their backs arched elegantly, the colts gripping their partner’s flanks and rubbing them up and down, spanking them as they thrust wildly, their faces contorted in carnal bliss, toned and youthful muscles working hard to satisfy their primal urges. Sweat cast a shiny sheen over their little bodies whilst the fillies’ juices hung and dripped below their conjoined bodies. The girl’s tails were draped to the side, except Sweetie Belle’s, which was yanked by Button Mash every now and then. Cheerilee watched, hypnotized almost, as the colt’s balls swung in rhythm, slapping against the fillies’ sopping wet pussies.
“Oh, how many times have we been back here guys,” Rumble managed between his sighs of bliss “Nopony ever comes back here.” Scootaloo squealed as he slapped her rump.
“He-he’s got a point.” She groaned before her hind-leg kicked out in a wild spasm, Rumble catching it and holding her up as he changed his angle slightly. Changed it so Cheerilee had a much better view of his cock sliding in and out of the orange filly’s pussy, grinding against her moist pearl-
'Wait, how many times had they been back here?'
“Y’know,” Sweetie Belle began, “I thought the whole point of coming back here was because of the thrill of being caught.” She continued as she reached beneath her and slid Button’s dick back into her, having slid out of her incessantly wet fillyhood. She bit her lip gently and closed her eyes as her colt slid easily back in with a practised motion. He humped and drove his schlong into her filly petals, earning low squeals and moans from her. Sweetie Belle looked back at him with a steamy grin- incredibly so for her age- and flipped onto her back suddenly, bringing Button down on her with an ‘oof’. Running her dainty hoof through his mane with those same ‘come hither’ eyes, she pushed her lips to his and wrapped her fore-legs around his neck, trapping him in place. The whole image would have been rather cute and innocent for the voyeuristic teacher, if there weren’t for the sounds of obscene slapping coming from all around, and the fact that the kissing couple were ploughing behind her school house.
“Aww, how romantic.” Apple Bloom hummed whimsically as she reached a hoof back to spread her ass cheeks for Pipsqueak, who took advantage by licking his fore-hoof a couple times and pushing it against her taint, pressing it in slightly and wiggling it around in there.
“Yeah, nothin’ more romantic than havin’ sex in the dirt.” quipped Pipsqueak, getting a chuckle from his feathered companions, a squeal from his Apple Bloom and a frown from the two on the floor.
“Say what you want, Rarity always says it’s good to give your guy some motivation.” Sweetie Belle replied, having released her partner from their lip-lock, but held him close to her chest, letting his tongue lap against her chest as her juices spurted from her pussy as his dick pistoned in and out of her pink love-tunnel.
“Wait,” Pipsqueak said, frowning at Sweetie Belle as he paused inside Apple Bloom “You mean your big sis gives you pointers on all this?” he asked, quite reasonably in Cheerilee’s mind. Before Sweetie Belle could answer, Apple Bloom huffed in aggravation, pushed off against the wall she’d been holding onto for dear life, causing Pip to lose his balance and topple off the rock he’d been standing upon for the added height. His ridged, soaked cock was revealed to the fresh air for a few seconds, Bloom’s love juice clinging to it. Before he had a chance to ask ‘You what mate’, Apple Bloom had already sat on his cock again, drawing a long breath from the helpless colt as she rode him in ways that would make her sister proud. With her hooves set on the rock before her as though on her desk inside the school, she turned to Sweetie Belle diplomatically.
“Carry on.” She urged as she slammed her flank up and down on Pip in ways that made him squirm and try to match her pace until he just resigned himself to tearing grass from the lawn he was fucked upon.
“Well she never said it to me directly, but I heard her tell Miss Coco from Manehattan that once.” she answered as Button nuzzled into her neck, getting a small giggle from the filly.
“Wonder why she wanted to know that?” Rumble mused to himself as he continued to rail Scootaloo, his fore-hoof reaching around to flick and rub her throbbing clit.
“P-probably ‘cause she wanted to fuck somepony, dummy.” Scootaloo retorted up at him, a wry smirk on her face. Everypony but Cheerilee and Rumble laughed; the former of which covered her mouth in shock at the foul language coming from her students while the latter grew a challenging grin.
“Oh you’re gonna pay for that.” He taunted, slamming into her pussy particularly powerfully, pushing the wind from Scootaloo. She only grinned back at him.
“I’d bett-AH!” was all she could manage before Rumble lunged forwards and nipped gently at her ear, whilst his fore-legs wrapped under her own and lifted her up so she was balancing on the tippy-hooves of her hind-legs and supporting herself further up the wall. What made things worse was that from her new angle the pegasus filly could see over the shrub Cheerilee was behind; all Scootaloo would have to do was look to her right and she’d see her teacher, shell-shocked as she was, spying on her and her friends doing the dirty out in the dirt.
Rumble meanwhile drove up into her happily, ear still held in his teeth, as he rammed into her soft pussy, lifting her from her tippy-hooves with each thrust, pulling out quick and letting gravity do its work by pulling her back down his shaft, hilting himself and pushing her up to repeat the process again as they fucked and sighed and mewled and did whatever else two happy little ponies did when they did the do on school property, and with very little cover, now that Cheerilee realized; they were practically out in the open, despite being back here, and if anypony were to be tending the gardens behind the schools, they’d see them pretty easily over the low bushes and shrubs behind the schoolhouse. Another low scream, muffled by a hoof, brought Cheerilee back to her banging students, finding that Pipsqueak had found his timing beneath Apple Bloom, and was swiftly fighting for control over their vaguely (maybe not so vaguely) illegal session of sex, thrusting up into Apple Bloom’s snatch and using his hooves to pull her down harder, making the very distinct clapping sounds sex tended to make as Apple Bloom leant over her rock, trying very hard to keep pace with her partner in lust, as well as hold onto her faculties and not scream out his name.
“Y-you doin’ okay there Appl-OH, AHH, B-Butt-HON, ooo!” Sweetie Belled tried before a sudden increase in energy from Button Mash cut her off, his thrusts coming faster and harder as his hoof found her clit and rubbed around it. Gazing up at him as her maw opened in a small cry of pleasure, having trouble opening her eyes, she tried to speak through his furious treatment of her supple cunt, his cock and thighs slapping and pounding away at her relentlessly. “Wh-ahhh, what’s the occasion?” She asked, hooves wrapping around his neck and brushing through his mane again, knocking his propeller hat away.
“You can still talk, that m-heEEnns I-I’m not doing my job properly.” He explained through his grunts and groans. Sweetie Belle laughed shortly.
“I think he’s right girls, besides, I think lunch is almost over,” Sweetie managed. Was it? Cheerilee hadn’t noticed the time go by so quickly. “Guess we better milk them dry, huh?” Sweetie proposed, smirking up at Button. Rumble only laughed at her proposal.
“Really Thweetie Belle? We’re the ones thuckin’ you raw!” He said around Scootloo’s ear, hefting up the drooling, wall-eyed filly he was filling to make his point.
“W-HHHhhaaautever, l-lllet’s jus’ make ‘em c-come already.” Apple Bloom groaned, slapping her flank down harder and harder, sending love juice and precum flying in all directions.
“Sounds like a plan luv,” Pipsqueak growled out, kneading his hooves into Bloom’s ass as he held her steady to better slam her down. They fucked and ploughed and humped, faster and harder than ever, sweat, pre cum and love juice dripping from them all as they pleasured themselves and each other, making more obscene noises for Cheerilee to listen in on.
“Ohh, ahhhh, g-guys, I-I’m gonna...gonna,” Rumble tried, his movements getting more frantic, Scootaloo’s moans getting louder as he stopped lifting and dropping her in favor of holding her in place and pushing her against the wall for stability as he frantically pumped his dick into her cunny.
“Hey, g-g-g-good jooohhHHooob Pipsqueak, you’re not first tod-HEY!” Sweetie Belle congratulated before Button Mash hiked up her hide quarters, slipping a hoof beneath her leg to hold her up, while the other worked on her clit again. Sweetie frowned up at Button. “W-what are you-” She got no further before Button moved forward and pushed his tongue into her maw, furiously wrestling with her own.
“F-finishing the quest,” the gamer colt squeaked, signifying he was at his limit too. Sweetie smiled sweetly at the sentiment, resting her hooves in his mane again, letting him lean his shoulders against her bent fore-legs as he fucked her good and hard. Watching the show, Apple Bloom finally managed to speak up.
“Y-yeah, we’ve bin prrrrAHctising, ‘taint we Pip?” Apple Bloom groaned out, twisting and turning on Pipsqueak’s lap as she bounced around on him, her filly tush jiggling around on the colt’s groin, mesmerizing him as he watched the two cheeks bounce and clap in perfect rhythm, her pale yellow ass sculpted from a lifetime of hard work and Granny Smith’s baking. He raised a hoof and spanked her hard, leaving a red mark on her.
“Ooo, naughty little feller.” Apple bloom grinned back at him. Pipsqueak only smiled back innocently as he took her flank into both hooves and pulled her ass down into his thrusts up, making her squeal and drool.
“G-guys, I’m, uh, r-really goonaAHH!” Rumble groaned as Scootaloo squealed into the wall; suddenly Rumble pulled out and let Scootaloo slump back.
“Hey, w-what gives?” The orange pegasus whined, lost in her slowly ebbing bliss and confusion for a second before she spotted a dick hanging overhead. Before she could comment, it was moved from her field of view and she felt something tugging her mane. Cheerilee could only watch as Rumble wrapped his cock in Scootaloo’s mane and jerked himself off, Scoots realizing what he was doing and sighed, a teasing grin growing on her face. “You’re weird, you know that?” she told him before she angled her head back, letting his full-to-bursting nuts fall between her lips, where she licked and sucked on them, eager to empty them.
She felt his cock bulge in her hair for a few second before his whole body tensed and then loosened up, relief washing over his face as he came into his filly’s mane; thick white spunk clung to Scoot’s hairs and dripped down her disapprovingly smirking face, between her eyes and into her awaiting maw. Jizz stuck to Scootaloo’s mane together in spots, and she could feel it flowing over her head and down her back. Swallowing Rumble’s cum down, she stood, facing him.
“You’re a dirty colt, ain’t you?” Rumble shrugged happily.
“I hear it’s good conditioner,” he quipped, getting an eye roll from Scootaloo. Meanwhile, Pipsqueak was spanking Bloom like a misbehaving child, making her scream into her bitten hoof, trying desperately not to give away their already discovered location as they fucked each other silly, bodies slapping together hard and fast as they both steadily approached their climax. Scootaloo smirked and trotted over to Pip, getting into his blushed, panting face.
“Gonna cum Pipsqueak?” she teased, sneaking glances down at the center of their pleasure. She bent her face down, unwittingly swishing her tail side to side and flashing her pussy at Rumble and Cheerilee. “Gonna fill ‘er up with cum aren’t ya? Ha, I woul-HEY!” she snapped her gaze back, finding Rumble’s muzzle buried in her cunny, snout and tongue digging into her fillyhood. She groaned and panted, staring back at him for a second before she found her voice. “C-can’t ya give a girl a second to recover?” she asked, to which the snatch snacking Rumble replied with a simple ‘mm-mm’ without pausing. Panting and sighing, she turned back to Pipsqueak and shrugged, deciding to relax and enjoy his skilled tongue as she watched him and Bloom finish up.
“We-we-we really should finish up though.” Sweetie Belle intoned, her and Button panting hard from their efforts, staring into each other’s eyes “M-miss Cheerilee might come back here looking for us...” she mused. Scootaloo grinned and pounced on the chance for some dirty talk, uncomfortably close to home for their peeping teacher.
“Yeah, I’d bet she’d come back here, be all like ‘what are you all doing!’-”
‘I do NOT sound like that!’
“-and then she’d stop for a sec,” she said, growing quiet, making Cheerilee’s face slacken slightly as she crept closer to Pipsqueak’s ear “and she’d come over,” she practically whispered, pushing her lips next to Pip’s little ear, blowing warm air all over it as she pressed her pussy back into Rumble’s snout, who’d by now sat on his flank and was holding Scoot’s ass steady in one hoof, jerking himself off again with the other “and I’d bet she’d help out.” she teased, horrifying Cheerilee at the implications of her students thinking of her like that. “I bet she’d suck you off Pip-”
“G-get yer own.” Apple Bloom whined back at them, apparently jealous that somepony else was helping her get Pipsqueak off. Scootaloo only shrugged.
“Eh, mines busy.” she retorted, wiggling her ass around Rumble’s muzzle for emphasis, the enthusiastic colt waving back as he ate her out. Apple Bloom only groaned in annoyance, planting her hooves on the rock as she got back to riding her colt. Scootaloo grinned in victory, looking down at the squirming pony. “Bet she’d let you fuck her too Pip,” she continued, letting her tongue glide across his ear “spread her legs for the class and get you to come up front and blow your load right inside her, grabbin’ your cute little ass the whole time.” She felt Rumble’s cum splatter all over her hind-hooves, apparently still sensitive from earlier, and it just made Scootaloo hotter as she nibbled on Pipsqueak’s ear for a second. “And I bet when you were done, and you’d covered her tight little pussy all in your cum, she’d put on some nice red lipstick, lift up your tail and give you a nice kiss right on the ponut for a job well done.” She had a faint laugh through her muzzle at her next thought. “I bet she’d stick her tongue in too.” The results were immediate.
“I-I’m gonna, c-cum.” Pipsqueak managed, his hips moving without rhythm and without pause, blurring slightly as he fucked his partner. Cheerilee watched with a hoof covering her mouth in what basically amounted to abject horror, the blush on her face turning her fur from dark pink to cherry red as she wondered just how long Scootaloo had been harboring thoughts of her doing such things, and where she’d gotten such ideas in the first place. She could only watch in stunned bewilderment as Rumble fell to his back, his member having softened but not retreated back into its sheath, still covered in sticky, white cum, laying lifeless on his gently rising and falling belly, Scootaloo with more cum dripping down her back, from her mane and clinging to her small hoofsies, her own juices dripping from her fillyhood as she egged on Pipsqueak and Apple Bloom, the latter of which was climbing from the colt’s cock and wrapping her lips around it.
“It’s ‘bout time too.” Bloom mused as she busied her tongue and lips with the awaiting dick, holding him steady with her hooves and bobbing her head up and down his pulsing cock, coaxing his climax from him. Scootaloo grinned as she watched his face screw up in effort, trying his hardest to stave off his finale, until her own hoof traced slowly down his body, reached around his crotch and cupped his balls.
“C’mon Pipsqueak...an apple pie needs its cream.” Rumble snorted in laughter from behind the sex-talking filly, earning a glance back before a cum-covered hind-hoof rubbed up and down his flaccid cock before applying more pressure than was strictly comfortable on his balls. The brown and white colt strained to keep himself under control, but the sensation of Bloom’s tongue wrapping around him and jerking him off combined with Scoots feeling up his balls was making that a little difficult. The orange filly watched, grinning, as the little colt’s face screwed up in effort, trying to keep his cum down before the inevitable happened as the tip of Apple Bloom’s tongue poked the opening of his cock.
“A-Apple Bloom, I’m gunna-” Said filly only responded by humming around his colthood, sending vibrations down Pipsqueak’s spine and directly into his pleasure center; thrusting his hips up into his filly one last time and pulling another hoof-full of grass from the lawn, the hapless colt finally succumbed to Scootaloo’s fondling hoof and Apple Bloom’s skilled tongue and lips. A short-lived “Ghaaaa!” was all Pipsqueak did to signify his climax, alongside filling Apple Bloom’s cheeks with fresh cum. Taken by surprise by the colt’s volume, the farm-hoof filly could only pull back suddenly in surprise, her cheeks bloated by her partner’s baby batter; looking up at her companions, finding Rumble and Scootaloo watcher her with matching grins, the former touching himself a little again, and Pipsqueak watching her with half-lidded eyes, curious to her reaction. Gathering herself again, Apple Bloom calmly swallowed down every drop of jizz for the benefit of her friends, her pegasi companion grinning in approval whilst Pip gave up on trying to hold his head up, laying on the ground as his dick grew slightly at the sight.
“Ahhh!” Their attention was grabbed by the sound of Sweetie Belle groaning again, her and Button having fallen into a more traditional missionary style, Button Mash wrapping his fore-legs around his partner’s neck while Sweetie had grabbed two hoof-fulls of his tush as she helped him ram into her, both panting and moaning into each other’s ears, the filly’s hind-legs stretched out, balls slapping against her anus.
“She’s finally gonna let him cum inside.” Scootaloo mused, helping Rumble to his hooves as they trotted over to watch, standing close as their tails intertwined without them realizing, giving Cheerilee another good look at their cum-splattered crotches. Whilst Apple Bloom helped Pip to his hooves, giving the tip of his dick a kiss so sweet you could see the love-heart flutter off it, Cheerilee finally felt herself bitch-slapped back to reality; acting like this her sweet, innocent students could only be in heat (the fillies at least) and two were about to elope in ways they didn’t realize the implications of!
“Oh yeah Button, come on.” Sweetie gasped, slamming her thighs against his. “Do it,” she begged, giving his ass a few spanks.
“Yeah, do it dude.” Rumble cheered on, his endurance proved as he hardened again at the sight of the two ponies fucking, their combined fluids flowing down Sweetie’s rump and creeping into her tight asshole.
“Come on Button, look at that face; you can tell how cum-hungry she is.” Rumble forced down a snigger at her remark, prompting Scootaloo to lean over and whisper something to him that made his smirk drop and his cock bounce as it hardened even more.
“I-I’m doin’ it,” Button Mash whined, not breaking his momentum as he pounded Sweetie Belle, his mottled member stirring up her insides as he rutted her senseless, more ragged moans of pleasure coming from her maw as his shaft grinded against her moist pearl, her silken walls massaging his dick as the tip of his colthood pressed against her warmest depths.
“More like he’s doin’ her.” Apple Bloom chuckled, coming up beside Scootaloo with Pipsqueak, who’s cock was now squeaky clean. Button Mash scrunched his face up again, driving his hips into Sweetie Belle’s crotch again and again, the slick juices that clung to the both and dripped to the ground growing more and more abundant. Sweetie Belle pinched his ass-cheeks non-too-gently, biting her lip as her head rolled back in bliss.
“I-I’m gonna,” Button tried, feeling his balls tighten as he fucked his filly silly, driving deep into her, as hard and as fast as he could go as he felt his orgasm building in every bit of him, staring down into his partner’s green eyes as her tongue lolled out of her mouth, losing her grip on reality to get a stronger hold on the pure carnal bliss she felt in her pussy. “GonnnnAAH c-cum” he tried again, thighs slapping hard into Sweetie Belle.
The other four little ponies all grinned in anticipation, Scootaloo and Rumble reaching under each other to clop each other off, both sweating, mouths hung open, their tongues hanging out, while Apple Bloom was on her back, Pip lying on her front as they treated each other, watching Button and Sweetie Belle go at it from the side, Pipsqueak sucking on Bloom’s clit while she jerked him off, precum dripping all over her chest.
“C-cum inside Button.” Sweetie Belle squealed, wrapping all four legs around him as she felt him tense up and-
“MY LITTLE PONIES, STOP!” At that precise moment that Cheerilee decided that she couldn’t just remain frozen to the spot, leaping out from her hiding spot and shouting as quietly as she could for her students to stop their fucking. Unfortunately however, with their exposure and discovery came a rush of adrenaline for the foals; Scootaloo and Rumble accidentally pinched each other’s sexes, causing them both to squirt and shot out their respective fluids all over themselves, Apple Bloom and Pipsqueak toppled off of each other, trying and failing to stand as they fell to their flanks, hind-legs wide open for Cheerilee, while Button Mash tried to stand up in his shock, only to slip up in the grass, slickened from Sweetie’s pussy juice and stumble into her.
“AHHHH!” They both screamed, the final bit of friction all they needed to climax together, in front of their teacher’s staring eyes, Button and Sweetie Belle staring right back at her, both of them thrusting slightly as they spasmed together, the thrill of being caught only serving to make their orgasms that much more intense.
When they were done panting together, everypony else had already turned to their teacher, horrifed looks on their faces. Cheerilee still staring rigidly at the foal’s connected groins as they lay together, breathing heavily, their eyes wide open. With a slight swallow, Scootaloo opted to break the silence.
“Busted.”
Author's Note
I'm back.
For those of you familiar with my work, you might know that this is my first upload in a fairly long time. To cut the extraneous digression, you might consider this a practice for me in the use of the new writing space, software and hardware I'm using now, after so long out of the game you might also call this my 'getting back into the swing of things'...thing.
So, yeah, I'm not dead, none of my other stories are dead, and I hope to be adding to them soon, alongside this one (my very first stand alone clopfic actually!) and maybe a few others as time goes by. But, for now,
Productive faffer out
Chapter two: Masturbating...
Lunch had been extended.
Having smuggled her six deviant students indoors with all the subtlety the bristling teacher could manage, she'd stepped outside, declared an extra twenty minuets of free time, to the joy of her better-behaved students (a day when she'd count Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon in that camp she thought she'd never see), and turned pointedly to the her six...well, she'd normally say 'misbehaving' children only she felt this instance warranted a slightly bolder term!
All of them, dripping with the remains of their sexcapades, sweat, semen and the fillies' natural lubricant alike, 'plip, plip, pliping' onto her pristine floor. They were all looking away from her, Sweetie at the floor, Button and Pipsqueak off to the side somewhere, Apple Bloom scratching the back of her neck to distract herself while Rumble and Scootaloo looked at each other awkwardly. Cheerilee, meanwhile, was still staring politely at them; she wasn't even exactly sure what to say. What could you say after finding your beloved students in a situation like that? After you'd watched them do something like that. In the end, she decided to fall back on her most familiar weapons.
“What do you have to say for yourselves” she demanded. The kids all looked between each other for a second, trying to find an answer between them, until Sweetie Belle tried answering.
“Well, we-”
“Do you even know what you were doing!” she interrupted sharply, turning away as they flinched “where did you ever learn about such things?” she demanded , her tone getting angrier as she went on, pacing in front of them now. “I just don't know how any of my students could ever, ever know about-” she faltered, trying to word her demand.
'Know about fucking' was the most accurate statement to come to mind. Looking at the state they were all in, she didn't need to guess why. She found herself staring at them, making the colts and fillies slightly nervous, as she tried to comprehend the sheer U-turn her day had taken. And it had started off so well! And now she was...she was...
“Uhhg” she groaned, collapsing into the chair behind her desk, holding her face in her hooves; the supervisors were so going to kick her flank over this...
“I don't get what the big problem is” intoned Scootaloo. Of course it was Scootaloo to speak up first, she'd always been braver, more adventurous than her crusading companions...she sure as Celestia hadn't expected her to be this adventurous though! “I mean, it's not like we were hurting anypony” she continued, electing a small huff from Cheerilee.
“It's not about you hurting anypony Scootaloo” Cheerilee tired to explain “do you kids have any idea just what you were doing? The kind of consequences it can have?” The fillies looked at each other, the colts happy to be ignored.
“Of course we do” Sweetie Belle informed in a voice that was probably supposed to assure Cheerilee, but instead just made her dread her reply more “I mean, it's not like we read a book or anything but we have the general idea.” Cheerilee just covered more of her face in her hooves, whining slightly.
“Don't you girls remember our talks about the birds and the bees! You know that without the proper precautions the kind of risks t-that sort of thing can have.” She looked over her hooves sadly, gazing at her poor, unaware students. “I've taught you about what to look out for when you're going into heat, if you were you should have come to me, or a member of your family, not...” again, Cheerilee searched for words and found herself wanting and elected to simply rub her temples to try and sooth the incoming headache. To her surprise, she heard the sounds of slight giggling coming from her students; looking up, she found them all laughing into their hooves.
“M-miss Cheerilee” Apple Bloom began, snickering into her hoof “we ain't in heat or nothin'” she giggled quietly.
“We just got...y'know a little...uhh.” Sweetie Belle tried quietly, as Cheerilee perked up at the explanation. Trying to get her thoughts in order, she leaned her head into a hoof, her eyes clenched shut and her breathing set into a steady, heavily controlled rhythm.
“Alright” she began slowly “so...none of you are in heat” she clarified. All of the fillies nodded in unison in that cute way they did, the image somewhat marred by their appearance. She glanced over at the colts, finding them as impassive as before, all of them content to let the girls dominate the conversation. She didn't even know what to think of the colts right now; she was fairly sure that she'd have to have a separate talk with them.
She looked back over at the girls, trying to concentrate on her original thoughts.
'Alright, well, none of them are in heat, so that's something at least, Sweetie Belle had no chance of getting preg-wait...if the girls weren't in heat, then why...'
A vaguely horrified look crossed Cheerilee's face, staring at her students once again. If they weren't in heat, and they weren't...no, no other plausibly reasonable explanation came to mind. If they weren't in heat, and they were just...just...
“W-w...what...well...why...”was all she could stutter out, hooves limp on her desk as she tried to remember how to think. “W-w...why?” The kids looked between themselves, trying to come up with something that would satisfy their teacher.
“Well” Sweetie Belle started “I guess you could say we were...uhh.” She looked to Button Mash for support.
“Well, we were just kinda...” the colt trailed off as well, the boy's first point of input falling gracefully onto its face as he tried to stutter something out.
“Horny” Scootaloo chimed in, everypony's head whipping to her in shock.
“Curious!” Apple Bloom blurted before Cheerilee could squeak out her shock at the peagasus's language “that's it, we were al' jus' a little curious is all!” she assured Cheerilee. They were all suddenly nodding in agreement now, Sweetie Belle kicking Scootaloo as subtly as she could.
“Curious” echoed Cheerilee with a splutter “what have you got to be curious about?” she wailed “you should be curious about-” she would have said something along the lines of 'where babies come from' but she thankfully managed to stop herself before she could make that blunder “about...about your cutie marks! About what's happening in the next issue of Bat-Mare!”
“Last issue was left on a cliffhanger” Rumble mumbled, scratching his cheek, Scootaloo shooting him a look that was both amused and annoyed.
“Not this!” Cheerilee continued “you shouldn't even know about this...this stuff to be curious about it to begin with” the teacher almost whined, her head plopping to the table in exhaustion.
“Hey, that's not fair” Button argued with a frown, Cheerilee looking up at him “it was you who first told us about se-” Sweetie Belle kicked him quietly “ow, uhh, this stuff anyway” the colt argued. Cheerilee blinked at him.
“I what?”
“Well, you said it yourself, 'the birds and the bees', remember. I mean, who wouldn't be curious about it after that?” Again, Cheerilee blinked.
“That...that lesson was supposed to educate you about the biological aspect of it! What happens during coitus on a cellular level, where babies come from! Not tempt you into actually...”
“Doing it” Pipsqueak offered. Cheerilee huffed again, looking away from the children.
“Yes, that” she murmured before her hooves covered her eyes “oh sweet Celestia...what am I going to tell your parents?” The kids' eyes all widened in a flash, heads whipping between each other in a panic.
“Y-you don't have to tell them Miss Cheerilee! Please, we won't do it again” Sweetie Belle begged, throwing herself at Cheerilee's desk, head and hooves propped on it. The teacher chuckled in amazement.
“Oh no, I don't think so” she replied “after all this, I am most definitely-”
“Please don't” Button interrupted, catching her off-guard “who knows what my mom will do.” He shuddered gently. “I'm too old to be spanked...” Cheerilee shook her head leaning back as she crossed her fore-legs; she relished the feeling of being in control of the situation, even if her students were still filthy.
“No, absolutely not. It's your own faults if your families decide to punish you further for this” she maintained, slowly growing more confident.
“Aww, please Miss! Ah don't know how Applejack'll react, or Big Mac! Or...” she swallowed, a thousand yard stare finding her gaze “Granny Smith” she whispered. The whispered name of Ponyville's oldest resident was all Pipsqueak needed to start groveling for amnesty, with Rumble following soon after as he imagined AJ telling Rainbow Dash about him doing the do with her adoptive sister. Everypony looked back at Scootaloo with a slight frown.
“What? Not like Rainbow's gonna say anything” she said with a cocky grin. Cheerilee only gave her a half-lidded look.
“Then I'll tell the orphanage” she informed flatly. Her eyes snapped open in realization.
“Don't do that either!” she begged, climbing over her co-conspirators.
With all six student's giving her puppy dog eyes, their lower lips puffed out, Cheerilee considered her options; she had a sneaking suspicion that she had the upper hoof here, and wondered how she could play it. If she could hold the threat of telling their parents over their heads, she could probably shoot this problem in the hoof before it had a chance to spread. However, letting them off scoot free didn't exactly appeal to her either.
Aiming a frown at them all, she took a deep breath, settling her thoughts and formed her plan.
“If you all promise me that you won't do anything like this ever again, I might not tell your families” she told them in a measured tone. They all nodded at once.
“We promise, we promise!” they all agreed, nodding. Cheerilee felt herself relax, taking another breath as she thanked Celestia and Luna that her students were so easy to manipulate.
“Alright” she murmured “good, if you keep your promise, I won't tell them, okay?” she confirmed, trying to make sure she'd left no loopholes in their agreement. They nodded in unison once more. “Good” she said pleasantly before she lowered her voice once more “and don't expect to get off without punishment; you can go home today, but starting tomorrow, you all have detention.” They all swallowed, likely figuring that they'd gotten a decent deal, considering.
“For how long?” Sweetie Belle asked.
“Until I say you don't” she replied coolly, getting badly restrained groans and whining from her students in return. “Now” she started, sniffing at the air “go to the bathroom and clean up will you? And let us never speak of this again.”
“Stupid Miss Cheerilee!” Rumble burst out as most of Cheerilee's soon-to-be detainees filed into the CMC's clubhouse. Scootaloo followed after Rumble after he kicked the door open, frustrated with what had happened today, and they both trotted to one of the corners and plopped down in it together, hooves immediately going for each others' crotches, stroking each other wet and hard. Sweetie Belle and Button Mash came after them, both finding spots to sit down as Apple Bloom brought up the rear. She trotted slower than the others, finding herself dejectedly closing the door after her friends as she sighed to herself. Pipsqueak's all-too safety conscious family never let him so far out into the orchard to come 'play' in the clubhouse with everypony, and they'd been sure to let Applejack and the others know it; he'd never even seen the place, never mind been able to come over for a session of fun. Turning back, she found Scoots and Rumble already working away at each other, heads leaned back against the wall in blind bliss while Sweetie Belle and Button Mash made out with each other.
“That's it, ya'll jus' have yer fun, I'll go get ya apples for when after yer done” she said with a pout, the four of them sheepishly removing themselves from each other.
“Sorry Apple Bloom, but...” Sweetie tried and failed to defend, looking to Button for assistance.
“After we got caught she'd been feeling my thigh up all day” he finished for her, getting a slap across the belly for his bluntness. The colt only laughed at her silently as Sweetie Belle shook her head at him. Apple Bloom's shoulder's slumped as she sat at another spot around the clubhouse, staring at the ground.
“This sucks!” she exclaimed “how're all we supposed ta get together now! Pipsqueak ain't allowed out here, Rarity'd notice the stains on Sweetie Belle's sheets, Rumble's dad hardly ever leaves the house, Pip's ma and pa 're too strict to let him have more'en three friends over, Button’s ma is…” she galanced over a the gamer colt “weird... and now we ain't even allowed t' fuck at school!” She sighed, crossing her fore-hooves.
“She's right” Sweetie Belle murmured, looking around at her friends, “It's not the same unless we're all here” the filly admitted before she frowned. “By the way” she said at length, looking up at Apple Bloom “why won't Pipsqueak's parents let him come here?” Scootaloo laughed suddenly, cutting off Bloom before she could respond.
“'Cause they're worried he's gonna do somethin' like, oh I dunno, fuck his fillyfriend” she giggled, getting a frown from Sweetie Belle.
“Wait, what?” Apple Bloom rolled her eyes.
“It's not like that, they jus' don't like him hangin' out with fillies so much because they thinks he's too young for it” she explained. Everypony laughed at her explanation.
“Good to know their worries are misplaced then” Button Mash mused. “It's still kinda dumb though.”
“Yer tellin' me” Apple Bloom said with a shrug. “And since when were we datin'?” the farm hoof asked with a frown.
“I though we all basically were” Scootaloo answered “besides, if you two aren't dating I don't really get the appeal” she informed, scratching her neck.
“Yeah, I mean, we've all seen you two go at it, and he ain't...uhhh, substantial?” Sweetie Belle tried with a thoughtful look, trying to find the best wording. Apple Bloom smirked deviously.
“Them Trottingham ponies know how ta treat a lady, an' 'sides, I wus at his place once and accidentally walked in on his dad takin' a shower” her smirk went wider “think of it as a long term investment” Bloom advised, getting a short laugh from her companions.
“I think we're getting off track” Button commented “I think we need a new spot to rut” he decided. Sweetie Belle hummed in thought.
“I don't think so” she said slyly.
“What're you thinking Sweetie Belle” Rumble asked cautiously.
“Oh, nothing special” she innocently “just a little plan” she replied, pawing at her fillyhood at the thought.
“The last time you got horny while making a plan, we ended up ploughin' behind the school. What's up” Scootaloo shot pointedly. The unicorn filly giggled privately as Button took over the ministrations on her pussy.
“Well, Miss Cheerilee made us promise to stop what we were doing, right? To stop having sex behind the school.” Scootaloo could suddenly see where this was going.
“Are you really gonna play the technicality card?” Sweetie Belle only nodded, placing her hoof over Button's to guide his fondling as he stroked her folds.
“So....what is the plan” Button asked. His answer came in the form of his partner looking over at him with vaguely concerning look on her face.
“You'll see Button...You'll see” she guaranteed, rubbing her fore-hooves together, chuckling to herself evilly “You'll s-”
“Yer gonna tryn' fuck Cheerile ain't you” Apple Bloom said.
“Oh yeah, totally, duh. What else am I gonna do?”
“Morning class” Miss Cheerilee sang as she stepped through the door of Ponyville schoolhouse. Receiving her usual 'morning Miss Cheerilee' from her students, she sat happily at her desk. Despite, or maybe because of, yesterday, Cheerilee was in a good mood; having successfully thwarted her fiddling half-dozen's shenanigans, she'd been filled with a sensation of accomplishment, of having done the right thing, of having done her job to the best of her ability! So she'd celebrated!
And had to push today's exciting, fun, outdoorsy lesson to tomorrow to continue catching up on her paperwork.
“Alright class” she began, having completed the register and shushed them, “I hope you still have your books from yesterday, because you've still got to read through them so you can prepare your book reports.” Her cheerful mannerisms were rewarded with groans from her students, all of them pulling what they'd decided were their favorite novels from their saddlebags and settling down to read them. Scanning her eyes over her class and finding nopony disobeying her orders, Miss Cheerliee did notice a few absences, “Where are Sweetie Belle and Button Mash” she asked them all, primarily the CMC.
Four fillies and colts looked at each other for a brief second before Pipsqueak answered.
“I think she said she'd be late today, but she didn't say why” he informed. With the other student's eyes back on their pages, Cheerilee quietly narrowed her eyes in suspicion at the four students as they looked down too, their gazes lingering on Cheerilee in turn.
She doubted it a coincident, after all, that two of the si-i-i-IIIXXX!
'That felt like...they wouldn't!'
Blushing and panting slightly, Cheerilee peered under her desk and discovered to her horror, that they indeed would; there they were, her two 'missing' students; leaning back on her stool, Cheerilee could make out Sweetie Belle quietly jerking off Button Mash -who seemed like he'd be on the verge of panicking without the filly's strangely soothing masturbation. Said filly had an amazingly devious grin on her face as she sat back, gently pawing her partner. She looked right into Cheerilee's eyes.
The teacher found herself swallowing gently, once more feeling herself freeze up in utter shock at the situation she'd found herself in before she mentally bitch-slapped herself into reality.
“What are you doing” she mouthed in demand, her muscles tensing as she went red all over. Sweetie Belle simply winked at her as she leaned over Button's lap and-
Turning her head away couldn't muffle the sounds; deathly quiet, almost silent, but she was right next to them, and there was no way she couldn't hear them.
Slurp.
Gulp.
Smack.
Ahh.
Ohh.
Blushing horribly, Cheerilee tried to figure out what their game was- fellatio, right in front of her, precariously close to discovery by their classmate-
They were staring right at her.
Not all of them, of course, almost all of her class were busy with their reading, but a certain quartet of students were staring right at her, tiny grins on their faces.
They knew.
Of course they did, of course they knew, they'd likely planned this, the devious little ponies. But what were they planning beyond th-i-i-I-I-ISSS!
Her body tensed and went wild at the same time, hooves turning white as she gripped the edge of the table to stop her fore-hooves from going insane as her hind legs did everything and nothing to stop Sweetie Belle from licking her, licking her so MUCH. Slobbering all over, up and down, digging her tongue in and waggling it around-
'How is she so good at this!'
Biting her lip, and no doubt making some ridiculous faces, she found herself looking at her other four offending students again. No grins now, now they were just smiling. Sweet Celestia, they knew exactly what she was going through right now. She narrowed-HER EYE SNAPPED WIDE OPEN!
Now she was stifling groans, shifting her flank on her seat; shakily, with mechanically jerky movements, she looked down at Sweetie Belle again to find her muzzle pushing against her marehood, and her tongue...her tongue...
“I bet she’d put on some nice red lipstick, lift up your tail and give you a nice kiss right on the ponut for a job well done. I bet she'd stick her tongue in too.”
That was what she was doing right now, where Sweetie Belle had pushed her tongue, sending tiny spasms of...something up Cheerilee's spine. She writhed and figited, trying not to make too much noise, but for the life of her she couldn't say why; as Cheerilee stared down at her strangely skilled student, Sweetie slowly opened her eyes. She stared right into Cheerilee's eyes, the corners of her maw creasing into a grin. What was she thinking? The only thing stopping Cheerilee from saying anything was her not wanting to utterly humiliate her student, and even that small reason was slowly crumbling away in terms of viability. All's she'd have to do was say something, and she'd-
She'd be ruined.
Not just Sweetie Belle. Both of them. What kind of story did she have to tell the authorities?
“Well officer, I walked in on her fucking one of her friends and then she just kinda started eating me out one day, all random like. Kids today, huh?”
And Sweetie Belle...just yesterday she'd thought her to be a perfectly good little girl, not without her flaws, but now she-e-EE'D HIT A REALLY GOOD SPOT!
Shaking, blushing, her tongue lolling out of her mouth, Cheerilee came. She came all over Sweetie Belle's face. It took her completely by surprise, knocking out any kind of vocal response (thank Celestia) but she heard Sweetie giggling quietly below her, kissing and gently lapping at her pussy in after-play. She did her best to drag her tongue back into her maw as she panted quietly, looking over her class. Still oblivious, were her little ponies. All but four of them. Pipsqueak grinned slightly while Apple bloom made an inappropriate kissy face, Scootaloo and Rumble clopping and jerking themselves off respectively. They were all sat at the back of the room today, even still, Cheerilee was amazed that nopony else had seen them yet. She was almost impressed at how quiet they could be. They had angled their lower bodies to give each other a show as they masturbated to Cheerilee's predicament and each other, both of them panting quietly and blushing. It didn't take long for Rumble's face to start screwing up in effort before he-
'Ohh...Damnit Rumble...'
Before he came all over his work assignment. He leaned back in his chair, basking in the afterglow of his orgasm, panting, a smile on his face as he did. He looked over at Cheerilee again, smirking as he did, and closed his workbook, smearing his cum all over the two pages.
'I gonna have to mark that...'
A twitching jerked through Cheerilee's body again as she felt tongues on her poor pussy, looking down to find that Button Mash had joined Sweetie Belle in on the assault on her marehood. It only last a second before Sweetie Belle looked up again, finding her teacher looking down in exhaustion, and nudged a still licking Button. He glanced up before he grinned, having apparently worked his way up to a degree of confidence (his raging boner certainly said as much) and started lapping Cheerilee's marecum off of Sweetie Belle's face. Oh Celestia, Sweetie Belle... If she was willing to go this far, cunnilingus under the desk, just how far would she go? She could certainly tell a much more believable story if it came down to it.
“Please officer, don't be mad. She made us...”
Flutter some lashes, pout a lip, and they'd be off the hook. Geez that was...Rumble and Sweetie falling to his back and really going at it was kind of distracting... Her eyes blinking harshly in realization brought her back. Luna's ballsack, they were really going at it. A green eye fluttering open met Cheerilee's, and she saw the crease around the maw as she grinned into Button's kiss; she reached down, between the colt's standing hind-legs, and started wanking him. Her other hoof went around and spread his-
'Sweetie Belle, give me a BREAK!'
There was nothing she could do. Scootaloo was willing to clop-GIVE HER PARTER HEAD RIGHT IN THE MIDDLE OF CLASS! Shell shocked, she could only stare; she'd been silent, completely so, scarily so, she'd crept over to Rumble and was presumably cleaning him off, or it had started out like that at least. Now, she was eagerly bobbing her head up and down on his lap, quiet as moonlight, as Rumble rested a hoof on her head as the other held her tail up again the table, revealing her glistening cunny to the anypony who'd look back, as well as the hoof poking around at them.
This was beyond flirting with disaster now, this was...this was giving it a blowjob in a public schoolhouse. This was how far her students were willing to go. What could she do? Tell the truth? That was a sentence to being chased out of town right there for filly-fiddling and then trying to blame it on the kids. Ask them to stop? She already knew how that would turn out. She was alone. She was against the wall. She was...she was getting eaten out again.
She looked down at them again. Button had his muzzle mashed into her fun-hole again, eagerly lapping at her velvety inner walls. Sweetie was beneath him, sucking him off with wild abandon, as quiet as ever however. She didn't look away this time. She accepted her fate, humored them. Maybe she'd think of another angle of attack (or defense?) when her mind wasn't full of filly mouth stuffed with cock and colt mouth busy with pussy.
Celestia's ponut, he was so very clearly experienced at this. He never lingered too long, he didn't neglect the clit, a hoof poked her ass hole while the other pulled her tail.
'That's one hay of a book they read' she thought absently. She stared down at him, half tempted to rest her own hoof on his head, she hadn't gotten this kind of attention since college after all... She shook her head free of those thoughts immediately; they were just the hormones raging around her body, after all. With a slight sigh of defeat, she felt her hind-leg kick out in a pleasurable spasm. A jolt ran up her spine when she felt his tongue hit her ass and run around it a little before he went back to her pussy lips. He bit her petals suddenly, getting a grunt from from her as he worked his way further inside her, his tongue waggling and raging inside her. His tongue danced around her pussy amazingly as he licked, kissed and teased her marehood. He lapped at her juices and sweat, wiping her clean before dirtying her up again, turning his body to the side gently so she could see Sweetie's bobbing mane clearer. She could feel the panting through his muzzle on her clit; he was getting close. He was gonna cum soon.
What would he do? Would Sweetie Belle swallow it down, would she let him creampie her again? Would they pull off some Pony Sutra stuff and he'd stand on his fore-hooves under the table, fuck her upside down, giving her a view of his churning, under-age balls as he came deep inside her?
“S-Sweetie Belle” he whispered before she shushed him oh-so tenderly, kissing him sloppily as she jerked him off. It didn't take him long to blow his load, and Cheerilee would be lying if she said she'd been surprised by their decision. All over her. Such a big load for a little pony, but he made it all the same. Over her hind-hooves, along her legs, all over her thighs, covering her tail and her pussy, especially her pussy. Button panted quietly as Sweetie Belle held him, her hoof still running and down his shaft. His tongue lolled out gently while Sweetie Belle grinned, apparently proud of his output.
Cheerilee could only stare down at herself and them, a little miserable at how things had turned out; if she were being honest, she'd say she'd have preferred it if he'd cum inside. She'd at least be able to stand up. Sweat, cum and pussy juice dripped from her obscenely, with the filly and gently hardening colt appreciating the view. Scootaloo had returned to her seat, a thoroughly satisfied looking Rumble slouching in his while Apple Bloom and Pip never stopped smirking.
Before long, the bell rung and it may as well have been a starting whistle. Sweetie and Button lunged forward and started aggressively eating her out, leaving Cheerilee to kick and squirm under the desk as she tried to address her pupils.
“C-clAAHss hah d-I-smissed” she got some weird looks and second glances from most of her class, no doubt noticing her sweaty visage and weird speech pattern, but they filed out anyway, restless from today's boredom. The last to leave, naturally, were her Bloom, Pip, Scoots and Rumble, while Sweetie and Button never stopped treating her snatch like Celestia herself had given them a hoof to kiss, and lick, and love and worship. They only stopped when their friends were the only ones left, letting Cheerilee stand up and trot away. The other four all smirked at her when they saw her hind-quarters.
“T'at's a nice look for ya miss Cheerilee. You oughta be slathered in cum more often” Apple Bloom quipped, to the chuckles of everypony but her subject. Sweetie and Button Mash trotted past her, their tails raised shamelessly.
“Was it good for you too?” Sweetie asked as she sashayed past, pussy dripping. Cheerilee just whined to herself slightly, trying to shake the thoughts free. They were going nowhere fast.
“W-hy would you...why are you...why?” she begged as Scootaloo trotted up to her; she paused for a second before she opened her maw, revealing the cum she'd been swirling around like a fine wine, lapping her tongue gently through the sticky white substance, before she closed her mouth and swallowed it for her wide-eyed teacher, smirking the whole time.
“'cause we really wanna see how good you are at suckin' cock and eating pussy” she said, emphasizing the word with a swing of her body and a flick of her tail, getting her scent up Cheerilee's muzzle. Cheerilee shook her head rapidly.
“Y-you can't possibly think I-”
“Oh, we don't think” Scootaloo interrupted “she dose.” She pointed at Sweetie Belle, still tugging at Button's colthood. She said nothing, just grinned widly at her gaping teacher.
“Now, if ya don't mind, ah'm real pent up” Apple Bloom said dangerously, taking a giggling Pipsqueak's ear in her teeth and dragging him out. The mare's eyes snapped open.
“P-Pip, Rumble, Button you're” she lowered her voice, looking around the outside of the doorway “you're still showing” she hissed. Button laughed.
“Yeah, thanks for noticing” he chuckled, the rest laughing too, giving his rump a wiggle, his cock waving about with it “Come see properly if you like” Button called back as he ran out with Sweetie Belle, Scootaloo and Rumble joining not a second after they'd flashed Cheerilee their junk again.
Their teacher, for her part, just slumped against the wall, wiping herself off with tissues she kept in her desk and hoping she got it all. Sitting outside, the Cutie Mark Crusaders weren't around, of course, but she could swear she could hear them from behind the schoolhouse.
That said, she didn't go looking for them this time.
