Of Stallions and Mares

“Well, it’s been awhile since we’ve been back here, hasn’t it?”

Featherweight nodded at Rumble’s comment as he looked at the small schoolhouse. They’d graduated a good while back, having headed for Ponyville High instead for their later years of education. That place had never had the same charm as the small building of their youth though. Nor the figure that everypony from the school’s classes vividly remembered.

Button Mash put his hand on Featherweight’s back and tried to give him a small smile. “If-if it helps, Cheerilee was definitely near the top of my list too, so you’ve got my approval for this.”

Rumble waved a hand to his friend. “Same, especially since she has definitely aged well, even if none of the stallions her age can truly appreciate her.” He stepped closer to Featherweight and grabbed his shoulder tight. “Something I know you’ll do all too well, won’t you?”

The lanky pegasus blushed at the comment, before nodding. If he was absolutely honest, it was more than just an appreciation for her body. His size, and later his gangly limbs, had always been a point of mockery that any pony could use to sting him, but Cheerilee never had. She had made sure he knew the beauty that was any body type, even though she had later scolded him about trying to use that as his excuse to peek on the mares.

It had made him feel cared for, comforted, and cemented Cheerilee as one of the best mares in the world. That made it only more difficult when he had become eighteen, and been shot down by her, something his friends didn’t even know about.

Not that he would use that for anger. No, now was simply his chance to rectify that moment, and at least be with her once.

Featherweight looked up, a new fire in his eyes as he smiled. “Now, Rumble, you know it’s not me who decides what I covet, but the camera. With my plans though, I suspect she’ll be the only thing it can focus on.”

Rumble chuckled at the small joke, while Button grinned, and reached into his pocket. From it, he produced a small, white cloth, which hid the ring within. Wen Featherweight looked confused, Button just scratched his head and looked away. “After yesterday, I was afraid of wearing the thing around town, especially if its drain is just from wearing it, despite what you think Rumble.”

The gray pegasus shrugged, willing to let the comment slide They all knew last night was probably a sore spot for Button, as he had wanted to do a lot more, and any excuse that wasn’t his fault would make him feel better, a tactic the three had used their whole lives to try to feel better about times like this.

Featherweight took a deep breath in to steady his hand as he reached for the ring. The metal was surprisingly warm, despite it not being an especially hot day. Even odder, it seemed to radiate with warmth for a moment as he turned it over in his hand.

”Hello, King Feather. I do hope you will show a bit more confidence than my previous liege, especially for the sake of your models.”

Featherweight blinked a few times, before whispering, “Why for my models?”

”Because, just like with anything else, when you command people to do things that may be uncomfortable or weird for them, seeing the one who orders them seem to be unfazed by it will make them feel like it’s more normal, and allow them to be more at ease with it all. Not that they’ll have a choice, but it’s advice nonetheless.”

Featherweight smiled at the ring, before slipping it over his finger. He had considered allowing the ring to simply grant him magical powers, and its words brought that back. However, he doubted any level of confidence would get the mares to do as he planned them to, so the thought was dismissed again. However, he did remember about another hiccup from the night before.

“Say, when we say we want a mare to be under our control, could you make them retain their personality? You know, be a bit more like themselves instead of… zombies?”

”Hehe. I do quite like this thought, and will be honored to do so for you, liege.”

Featherweight smiled, before glancing at Rumbled, and giving him a large thumbs up. Button, unlike his two friends, didn’t immediately smile, as he knew one night he would end up bedding his mom again. Than again, the mare he laid with yesterday wasn’t really his mom, no matter how much he hoped for that to be the case, and reluctantly nodded his approval as well.

Rumble clapped his hands together to get all of their attentions back, before gesturing to the school house. “She won’t be in there alone forever, so we may want to get a move on.”

Featherweight blushed at the comment, while a small chuckle echoed in his head. He disregarded it, while the ring didn’t. It was simply more proof of how much he was looking forward to tomorrow when he would be wielded by a true monarch.

Still, Featherweight had the ring for now, and glanced into Cheerilee’s classroom. She sat at her desk, two stacks of papers on it. One would be the tests she was probably grading, while the larger one would be the graded ones. That, or the other way around. You never really knew until you were told they weren’t done, a thought that made him smile, and thumb the ring on his finger.

Could he really do it? Take control of Cheerilee and have his way with her? Sure, he was supposedly the most perverted of them all, but that was always harmless to him. He never sold the pictures, shared them only with Button and Rumble, who he knew wouldn’t want to actually hurt the mares, but now… Now he saw custom websites, requests from followers, and possibly dozen mares showing themselves to all of Equestria.

And it would all start here.

”But how wrong is that? The body is a natural thing, and you are a king. If you decide that they should share it, and show their beauty, what harm is that? How will they react when told they’re beautiful, sexy, and that you can make any nay sayers be dealt with? Your models can be any mare, and haven’t you always believed that any mare should be a model, if not just to be treated as lovely once?

Featherweight glanced at the ring again, wishing that he had the level of desire Button had, as then he could have just walked right in and taken what he desired. The ring was right though. He could make these mares feel like goddesses, and make sure he was seen as right in his perception of beauty, letting him not only have the mares he adored be treated as they should, but even make his dream of being a world class photographer a reality.

It was all he had dreamed, and even more from the side benefits.

Cheerilee glanced up as Featherweight shoved the door open to her classroom, and she smiled at her old student. “Oh, Featherweight, how have you been?”

He took in a deep breath, focusing himself as he looked Cheerilee in the eye, planted his feet, and said, “I’ve been good, but not as good as you will feel now that you’re obeying my every command.”

Cheerilee blinked a few times as Rumble and Button walked in, a wave of golden energy coming over her eyes as she tilted her head. “Well, that’s a rather weird thing to say, but I certainly hope so. Now, what brings you here today?”

Featherweight furrowed his brow at what she said. Part of it could be interpreted as indeed having taken his command to heart, but shouldn’t there have been a sir or something? He thought for another few moments, before deciding upon a ‘safe’ command. “Well, um, I was thinking about the trouble my class always caused you, and how you never said it, but we all knew when there was one who annoyed you. I wanted to know if you would tell me if there were any you hated now?”

Cheerilee shook her head. “Trust me when I say I’ve never hated any of my students. Even when Scootaloo would destroy my classroom trying out a new trick. The only things about this school I hate are my bosses who won’t let me properly act to fix things like bullying in my classes.”

The three stallions glanced at each other, before Featherweight asked, “And what do you wish you could have done?”

Cheerilee put the next test on the completed pile, before raising an eyebrow at Featherweight. “Some corporal punishment, or any punishment really. Celestia knows how many times Diamond Tiara deserved a spanking, or I wish I could have cracked a can across your nuts for what you did too. I know it sounds mean, but I grew up with it, and you never had stallions who were brave enough to try to put a camera in the mare’s locker room.”

Featherweight paled at the thought of what Cheerilee could have done to him, especially since she’d been the one to find the camera, and had broken it with her bare hands in her anger. If it weren’t for it being a month to graduation, he probably would have been expelled, but he knew Cheerilee had decided to keep it a secret between them so long as he didn’t do anything else. If she had been allowed to do more, he imagined he still would be walking funny to this day for that.

Featherweight swallowed hard, before squeaking out, “So, you are doing everything I tell you now, aren’t you?”

Cheerilee smiled at him, before nodding and putting the next paper on the pile. “Of course, Feather. Why wouldn’t I be?”

Rumble let out a small chuckle, before Button beat him to saying, “She has a point.” They both earned a death glare from their friend, but neither cared either, as they hoped to ease a bit of tension before the real show began.

Featherweight sighed, realizing that his friends had a point, before turning to Cheerilee. “Now, get those papers put away. I don’t want to ruin your system with what we’re about to do.”

Cheerilee did so, smiling at him as she came back up from being leaned down to put them away. “So, am I your next model then, Feather?”

He swallowed hard, caught off guard by question, before nodding. Cheerilee nodded back, her smile dropping in an instant, and causing the poor stallion to feel his blood freeze. She then stood up, coming closer before she put her hands on her hips. “Alright Featherweight, but I would think about that choice very hard. If I start stripping, or doing anything else like that, I will never be able to see you as anything more than the pervert I found in the shower that day. Do you want that?”

Featherweight began to stammer out some sort of reply, unable to even breathe at the moment, before he felt Rumble’s hand grab his own. Or, more importantly, grab the one with the ring. Rumble then looked Cheerilee dead in the eyes, and said with cold steel, “You will happily obey his commands, and forget all that we do today.”

Featherweight blinked a few times as they saw golden sparks fly around Cheerilee’s head, before she smiled, and nodded. “I’m sorry, Featherweight. What were you hoping for me to do?”

Featherweight glanced at Rumble, before whispering, “She doesn’t want this. She’ll hate this.”

Rumble stopped for a few moments, taking in a long, deep breath, before he looked to his friend. “We-we all knew that this wasn’t actually consensual. That what we want is… slaves. That’s why we’ll be good to them though. We’ll let them continue as they are, be happy, and not hurt them. You won’t hurt Cheerilee, right?”

“No!”

Rumble put a trembling hand on Featherweight’s shoulder and nodded. “Then all you’re doing is making an old school teacher no longer be alone, and what’s wrong about that?”

Featherweight glanced between Rumble and Cheerilee for a moment, before reluctantly nodding. It was easy to say of course, but when faced with the actuality that they were taking away the mare’s freedom to some degree… Rumble’s right though, just like the ring was. I hope to make these mares happier, even if how I do it is… weird. Just remember the rules, and think about the good times to come. Everything else doesn’t matter.

He turned back to Cheerilee, raised his camera, and said calmly, “Now, why don’t I get a nice big smile.” The minute he had it, he took the picture, and felt his body ease into what it always wanted to do. Not just for Cheerilee, but for the world.

Featherweight took a quick picture when those dazzling, white teeth showed themselves to him, a smile slipping over his face as he nodded. A simple, base picture. His hand drifted forward afterwards, slipping underneath the light, purple vest that she wore over her white shirt, and gave her large breast a squeeze. They were still firm, despite time’s effects on them. “Good.”

Featherweight next gestured to the desk. “Now, Why don’t we get that vest off, along with a few buttons, and you hop up onto here. That way I can get you to pose where I’ve always wanted to fuck you, just like any colt in my class.”

A small chuckle escaped the teacher as she got onto the desk, her legs dangling off the end as she slowly let the vest fall onto her arms. She then plucked it with one hand, and held it in the air for Featherweight, just as his shutter snapped. “Next, spread those legs, and let’s see what sort of naughty panties you’re wearing.”

Cheerilee smiled at the command. Her knees parted almost immediately, before she pulled up her knee length skirt, just so as to make her pure, white underwear easier to see. “Should I take them off, Feather?”

Featherweight’s mouth watered at the thought, before he breathed, with a touch of pain, “Yes, but slowly.” His camera’s lens flashed almost constantly as she moved, her panties moving tantalizingly slowly, almost like they were molasses instead of cloth. He didn’t want to miss a single moment of the pink lips’s reveal, and felt his loins stirring as he watched her damp pussy finally show itself.

Cheerilee wasn’t quite done trying to show how much she enjoyed all of this, and her fingers slid into her moist cunt. A long moan escaped her lips as all three stallion’s eyes widened, and the only other sound that could be heard was the click of Featherweight’s camera. She smiled wider at this gesture, before batting her eyes at Featherweight. “Come on, we can finally do what you’ve always wanted to. Take me.”

Featherweight’s body trembled as he stared at her, her pussy spread wide for him. His cock throbbed in response to his thoughts, and he knew he wanted it. Knew he wanted it more than anything else in the world.

But he also had to get those pictures. Though, maybe some of them could wait.

He stepped forward, one of his hands snaking forward and grabbing her ass tight. It was nice and firm too, though he thought he knew why this time. “I’ve seen you come to the school in sweatpants before. Do you have those with you now?”

Cheerilee giggled. “Are you hoping I’ll demonstrate the staining powers of cum on my skirt? Because I usually make that an oral exam, and more on a,” she paused to squeeze her hefty bosom, “different articles of clothing.”

Featherweight licked his lips, but resisted the all too titillating offer. He had better plans in mind. “While tempting, I’d rather see you bent over your desk, and showing me how much you need this.”

Cheerilee shrugged in response, a touch disappointed in not getting to taste his cock, but she suspected that what was to come wouldn’t be an all too bad replacement. She hopped off of her desk, before bending down at an almost ninety degree angle to the ground. Once more, she hiked up her skirt, letting her quivering folds present themselves. One of her fingers circled the sensitive flesh, before she winked at Featherweight. “Come on. I know you want it.”

He smiled slightly, even as a blush came to his features, and another pulse of pain ran through his skull as his will wavered. He quickly dismissed it, and decided to try something new. A completely mental command for the ring.

The sound of tearing fabric let him know that it was all too successful. He watched as her firm, ripe ass began to stretch her light pink skirt. As the first seems began to break, a loud sultry moan escaped the teacher as she leaned further onto the table, three of her fingers digging into herself deeply as waves of arousal buffeted her from her ass.

’More. Larger.’ Featherweight felt his balls throb in pain as the golden aura on her flanks flared, and the sound of the stretch band on the skirt snapping filled the air. Now, through the thick fabric, you could see splotches of her ripe, darker pink flesh. And, all the while, Featherweight greedily snapped up every moment of it with his camera.

Finally, a final ripping sound echoed through the classroom, and her skirt lazily fell to the floor. What was left was no longer firm, but there was definitely junk in Cheerilee’s trunk, and she rubbed it as she continued to moan, her arousal stained fingers spreading the juices over the flesh.

And, finally, Featherweight put down the camera, and brought out his cock. A sense of pride filled him as her eyes fell upon his member, and widened. It could of course just be the spells, but it still felt all too good. “Now, my model, ready to be taught how to handle your ass being pounded?”

Cheerilee moaned as she buried her face into her arms, and almost whimpered out, “Yes.”

He took a deep breath, his mind splitting one more time for the night. He had always wanted to hear her desperate for him like this. To hear her be so needy that she almost couldn’t speak to her lover. But, this was still all a lie. Without the ring, she wouldn’t want any of this. Wouldn’t want him.

Just like everypony. Even his…

Featherweight let the breath out, dispelling the negative thoughts. He never dwelled on those sorts of things, and if this was how he could have a good life, he saw no reason to say no to it.

He walked closer to her, his cock beginning to slide between her large, jiggling cheeks. They were so soft, and so warm, yielding to his merest tap. Not that he only wanted to tap them, as one of his hands pulled back, before coming down with a loud clap upon her buttocks. “Ask me to put it in!”

Cheerilee smiled, looking at him sultrily over her shoulder. Her body was shivering, waiting for the next, hearty smack against her expanded assets. She didn’t even think twice though at the order as she moaned out, “Please, Feather, will you fuck my ass?”

Feather’s tongue licked across his lips as he shifted his weight forward, putting the tip of his member to her puckered ass. He could feel the sides of her large, jiggly ass against his shaft as he teased the small hole. He knew why he was hesitating of course, remembering how Button had so quickly cum yesterday. Worse yet, he’d been primed for a lot longer than his friend.

On the other hoof, he knew he couldn’t spoil this chance. It would be a straight up crime to do that.

Featherweight finally thrust forward, using even his diminutive weight to help him open her up. Immediately, Featherweight realized that maybe this wasn’t his best idea. Sure, he didn’t have to worry about cumming inside of her or not, but he also had forgotten that the rectum was often times a touch tighter than a mare’s pussy, and he thought at first that Cheerilee was going to cut off his blood flow with how her body wrapped around him.

Before he could be certain that this was even safe, Cheerilee decided to teach Feather an important lesson. See, Feather had forgotten that she was all too ready for this, and could really use a good rutting after how long it was since she was even with a coltfriend. For him to simply stop after finally putting a bit in was not enough, especially since it felt so good to her.

Cheerilee’s hips bucked backwards, forcing more of Featherweight into her. Cheerilee let out a shaking moan, her body quaking from the pleasure of having a student’s cock in her. Not only that, but one she truly did care about. Best yet was that she was his slut, so her reasons of him being able to do better than an old mare were out the window.

All there was now was her, and her liege’s cock as it spread open her virgin anus.

Featherweight leaned down, letting his lithe body press against her back as he continued his quick, deep breaths. They were helping him relax, though he knew better than to keep them up for too long. His teacher was no young filly in bed though, and how her rump jiggled and shook on him was amazing.

The young stallion knew he couldn’t just play second fiddle. This was his chance to be a king, to show what he was made of, and he had almost not moved in a minute. So, he let his instincts take over, and began to gently hump against Cheerilee’s frantic motions. The brief moments of their flesh being apart only made the times when every inch of his shaft was deep within her all the better.

As he got rougher, Cheerilee got louder. Sure, she’d had more experienced colts, but they missed something that a virgin had. A carnal, almost primal part to their mating as they were rougher than most stallions thought they should. Each powerful thrust made her ass jiggle, shaking more violently as more time passed. The vibrations she knew would pass on to Feather, and she hoped he liked them as much as she was, her body shaking from the waves of pleasure that ran down her legs.

Feather’s hands reached up as his thrusts grew more bold. He felt her heavy bosom slap his hands before he actually touched them, their softness harmed slightly by a wooden button smacking his finger. Not that he noticed, especially when his hands darted forward, grabbing those massive tits that he had stared at for hours as a colt. They were just as soft as he had always imagined, yielding to his fingers easily. The only way it could have been better is if they were uncovered.

Feather moaned, his body trembling from the ecstasy of it all as he kneaded deeper into her breasts. Something about the soft mounds made him feel like he had forgotten something. Forgotten something that was all too important. Something that would look even better with the fact that he was about to-

Feather’s eyes almost popped out of his skull as he shoved himself away from Cheerilee, his cock coming out with a small pop as he dove for his camera. Crashing against the ground, camera in hand, actually helped him with his plan, as the pain made sure he wasn’t about to release before it was perfect.

A glance up had all three of the other ponies in the room were staring at him. Two looked stunned, cocks in hand, while the last looked disappointed, her fingers kneading into her sopping wet pussy. Featherweight nodded at Cheerilee, before he snapped, “Keep doing that, but take off your shirt. I at least want you only in your bra for this last shot.”

Rumble blinked for a moment, before chuckling and turning to their old teacher. His friend could have of course nutted right into any schoolcolt’s wet dream, but only Feather would put a picture above that euphoria. It had to be one of the reasons why he was so excited to see what his friend would do, especially as he took pictures of Cheerilee as she stripped away her white shirt.

Featherweight slowly began to stroke his cock again as Cheerilee panted, squatting before her desk. Her large tits were only held in by a practical, black bra. Not that it was big enough for her massive chest, her nice, dark pink areolas on full display over the top of the bra. Her tongue stuck out of her face as she stared at Feather’s cock, her juices splattered onto the floor as she kept working to get herself off. “W-will this work?”

Featherweight nodded. “Absolutely perfect. Now,” he muttered as he looked at Button Mash and Rumble, pleased to see they were also still rock hard, “will you two come over here and help me finish this up? Consider it an art project.”

Rumble grinned as Button Mash blushed, but both stepped closer, beginning to stroke harder and harder as they looked upon their teacher. The reminder of their days of innocence, but also the image they’d thought of most when those days ended. The one they could never have, but always wanted.

It wasn’t too hard to finish with her looking like she wanted. And, as those thick, sticky, warm strands landed on her, Cheerilee screamed out her appreciation for her three students, letting out a scream of ecstasy as she came hard.

And, with her tits, face, and hair all covered in cum, her mouth wide open, with cum even staining her pure tongue, Featherweight took one more picture, whispering, “Perfect,” to himself as he finally calmed down, satisfied with his work.

At least, for now.