CMC Problems

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.