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