Bumbling through my Education

Chapter 3: Production Value

Bumble silently questioned if he did the right thing. He was going to be showing himself, to this mare, and having a mold made of his… his stallionhood, his shaft. She wasn’t tapping her hoof, waiting for him to get undressed. Instead she was smiling at him, and she looked, well her eyes had the same kind of look he’d heard that Gryphons had when they were hunting lunch.

“Bumble bloke, ya gonna be okay?”

He nodded, actually glad that Whet was still here. He closed his eyes, removed his robes, unbuttoned his pants, and pushed them, along with his boxers, to his knees he heard more than one gasp, and he prayed that whatever she was going to do that it would be quick so he could run off and be mortified somewhere quiet.

Whet looked at what was in front of him. He was confident in himself, hell, no mare ever complained, but what was on his roommate wasn't normal! He looked at his roommate again, at Bumble, and wondered why the bloke was so shy.

If he was hung like that he'd be the cockiest bloke to ever stroll into, well anywhere.

He also noticed how Flagrante Delicto was practically licking her lips. The poor fella was still soft, and he was making her wet as hell. He could practically smell it from where he stood. The soft scent of lilac and honey mustily hanging in the air. He watched as she walked toward a work table, her thighs rubbing hard together, her supple, and well toned, flank moving in ways that made her yoga pants a true work of art. She bent over, and Whet knew the game she was playing. She wanted Bumble to look, she wanted him to see what she had to offer, and she wanted him to become interested. She looked toward them, seeing that Bumble’s eyes were still closed, and she sighed longingly as she began to get a tube, filled it with a grayish looking substance, and then looked once more at Bumble.

"Okay, now we need to get your ready... Tell me, do you think I'm pretty?"

His eyes opened, revealing the off gold of them, they went to her, and he wasn’t getting to see the presentation of her well toned, yet amazingly supple flank, but instead he was seeing her top which she seemed to make a bit tighter for him. Bumble's light gray cheeks blushed furiously and he nodded, trying to look away.

"No, don't do that."

He looked back at her, his eyes trying to focus on her own, not wanting to be rude and look at what she was attempting to show him. His eyes did drift upward to see her horn lighting up, and he felt something around his shaft. He swallowed, nervously, and watched as she slipped out of her top. He’d missed what Whet had seen when she bent over, but both of them saw the most perfect set of breasts in most of Canterlot. His eyes widened, and he desperately wanted to look anywhere but there.

But his eyes wouldn't move. They wouldn't trail away, and he felt himself getting more and excited. Suddenly there was a pliable warmth around his shaft, and he felt himself getting harder.

"Good, good, just like that."

The feeling wasn’t terrible in the slightest. It was warm, it felt good, but Bumble still felt mortified at what he was doing. He wasn’t against ponies doing anything to make themselves happy, but to know that they were going to be using something that came from a mold he made with his stallionhood was bothering him. Yet, he couldn’t close his eyes. He couldn’t look away from the most beautiful sight he’d ever seen.

Her caramel colored breasts looked to be about the right size to be held, to be felt, and the darker brown areolas and nipples simply popped. Through a sheer force of will he moved his eyes upward toward her own blue eyes. They had the predatory look in them, but there was something softer. He could see her looking into his own eyes, and for a moment he saw her look away. The blush that had crossed so many faces, so many cheeks, crossed hers.

“I believe that should be it.”

She pulled the tube away, leaving what looked like a gray cylinder around his stallionhood. Using her magic the cylinder pulled apart, revealing a still exceptionally hard shaft, and what looked to be a perfect mold of it. He watched as she walked it back over to the table, then she grabbed a rag, walked toward him, and went to her knees.

Whet stood in amazement as Flagrante Delicto gently took his roommate’s shaft into her left hand. It couldn’t even wrap around it, or even begin to wrap around it, but instead she brought the rag up, and she began to wipe it down.

“Ummm… Ummm..” Bumble stumbled.

She looked up at him, the warmth of her hand feeling so good.

“You dirted it for me, it’s only right that I clean it.”

Bumble stood completely unsure of what to do. He felt the rag brushing down along his shaft, the wonderful feeling of Flagrante Delicto’s hand as she held him. He’d never even kisse a filly before. Never had a marefriend, a fillyfriend, or anything inbetween. And yet here was this beautiful mare, this gorgeous mare, that was holding his stallionhood, cleaning it, and it was the single most erotic thing he’d ever felt in his entire life. He felt the rag leave, her hand remaining, and then he looked down to see her blink coyishly at him before she kissed the very tip of it.

She parted her lips, the warmth of her breath, the warmth and sweet softness of her lips and tongue touched him, and he felt a sweet sensation of need cascade swiftly toward an overindulgence of experiences that he’d never felt before. That overindulgence quickly overloaded his young mind with pleasure and his mind, and body, did the one thing it knew to do. Bumble passed out as he came.

Flagrante Delicto felt a plethora of emotions at one time. She was more than satisfied that her sensuality, beauty, and skills were more than enough to make a young stallion experience an orgasm so massive that he passed out. She felt concerned for Bumble, but happy that Whet seemed to be attentive enough to catch him before he hit the floor, and finally she felt… horny. Oh by Luna’s sweet snatch she felt so horny.

Bumble didn’t do what the lovers she had before had done. There wasn’t a minor squirt, a slight glob, no, Bumble painted her chin, her neck, and her breasts with his semen. She ran a finger down her slender neck, pulling it back up, and plopped it into her mouth. It tasted like pineapple. It was something of a fetish of hers. She loved money shots, she enjoyed the feeling of wearing a pearl necklace straight from the source.

Oh, she absolutely believed in the need for self love. There were far too many ponies that were way to pent up. Prissy, arrogant, and idiotic though they were, most of Canterlot’s nobility needed to find relief from their pent up sexual aggression. What was well known was the nobility’s open disdain toward sexuality. Having a foal was expected, having two was accepted if they were twins, but having multiple foals was considered being sexual deviants.

She giggled at the thought. Oh, there was tons of high ranking nobles that came into her shop. Most often it was the mares, who came in wearing a piss poor glimmer that barely concealed their true identity, and they would buy various toys that would satisfy their carnal needs. She knew that Upper Crust had personally bought a phallus modeled after Whet, and then she bought an enchanted mouth and tongue that would always be willing.

And her orders were tame compared to several others. As she thought of this her magic began to pull her yoga pants down. It was still there, and she knew it would be incredibly easy to get him hard again. She could take him, right now, it would be so incredibly easy to feel that monster of his sliding up into her. She felt something, a faint touch of magic, and she looked at Whet.

“Lookit, I’m a right bastard, I know that, but ya can’t go and do this to this boyo. He’s a good sort.”

She sighed, knowing that Whet was right. She so wished he wasn’t. Her eyes drifted toward Whet, how he was standing, but she’d had him before. It was fun, and he was certainly crafted for fun, but right now she wanted this stallion that she couldn’t have. Slowly she got up, and Whet watched as she pushed the cylinder together. He watched as her magic lifted a block of rubber, and then suddenly it began to melt from her magic.

He’d seen her do this before when she made some of her toys from the mold she made of his shaft. The rubber flooded into the mold, and then he watched as she began to drain the heat away from the cylinder. That was something new. He’d never seen her rush to create one of her toys, but the moment it was cooled, she opened the cylinder, pulled it out, and he admired the toy for what it was.

It was fleshy looking, but certainly not the same color as Bumble’s stallionhood. It was more of an off peach, but he figured that since it was a prototype she just needed to see what it looked like. At least that’s what he thought before she bent over the table, her magic lifting her tail, pushing the head of that large toy against her marehood and then she pushed.

“Mmmm…” she moaned as it moved in, “Oh sweet Celestia… Oh by Luna’s sweet snatch…”

He watched as it pushed forward, deeper into her pussy, pushing until about three inches of it was hanging out. He watched as it moved forward again, but barely half an inch went in before she grunted and her muzzle looked tense. He watched as her magic covered the end of the toy, her eyes closed and it went fully into her.

Flagrante Delicto felt like a filly getting her pussy stuffed for the first time. The toy was perfect, absolutely perfect, but it wasn’t really him. Unlike many of the Unicorns that lived in Canterlot, and attended the Canterlot College for Magical Studies, she was able to do more than just basic leveltation. Her preference was lust, sex, it was what she was good at. Her cutie mark practically reflected it. The lipstick kiss across two hearts was certainly an indicator that she was doing what she believed she was meant for.

Where most of her clientele could manage to use a toy on themselves with their magic, well she could do more, if her concentration didn’t waver. She thought of Bumble, his look, the smell of him, and then she began to construct a phatom version of him. She felt a hand on her right breast, but it wasn’t as skillful as some of her previous lovers. No the hand was warm, it was tender, but it was clumsy.

The other hand was on her tail, barely tugging it, acting as if its owner was shy, reserved, and then she felt the lips on her neck.

“Yes… Bumble…” she moaned.

Whet knew that Flagrante Delicto was a skilled spellcaster, but this was advanced stuff for an Unicorn. Creating a body from light and magic was exceptionally advanced. He watched as it became more and more solid. The hard light body looked like Bumble, and Flagrante was moaning like a filly in heat.

“Oh… Buck… Buck… BUCK ME!”

The body faded, Flagrante fell forward, and she slumped down to the floor with the toy buried deep in her snatch. Her tongue lolled out, and despite the fact that she would need a shower, despite the fact that she just masterbated infront of Whet, and a very passed out Bumble, she was content. Slowly, she looked at the passed out stallion.

“Oh, you sweet, sweet innocently adorkable stallion. I can’t wait to actually try you.”

She moved, slightly and the toy began to slide out of her. She whimpered at the feeling of being so empty after being so full. She looked up at Whet who was sporting a tent in his pants. She grinned her predatory grin at him.

“Whet, did I get you all bothered?”

He started to move toward her, and then he felt her magic. He was locked in place, his body stuck there, and she crawled toward him. He felt his trousers unbutton themselves, open, and there he was before her. He neglected to wear anything under his trousers. The dark blue material completely parted, and then lowered to his knees. She touched him, her hand completely wrapping around his shaft.

“You want this badly, don’t you?” she asked.

Her hand began to gently pump him, and then he felt her other hand touching his balls. They were gently cupping them, softly fondling them. He leaned his head back, moaning, desperately wanting to feel her mouth around him, to feel her muzzle pressing down further on his shaft, her sweet tongue licking the sensitive underside as she took him deeper and deeper. Instead she completely stopped.

“Find a toy.”

His jaw went slack as she got to her hooves, “Wha… Wait, you’re gonna tease me like that and then…”

She smiled at him, “Of course I am. You prevented me from experiencing him, and while you were certainly right… It was a massive tease. So, this is turn about. Now, if you don’t mind I’ve got to shower, and then I’ve got a line of new toys to create.”

He growled, upset that he was denied the relief he wanted, but it didn’t matter. He could find a cute girl at the university. Instead he stuffed himself back into his trousers, pulled Bumble’s boxers and trousers up, and helped lift his roommate up. He used his magic to help steady him and they left Flagrante Delicto’s shop the Bad Gryphon.

Standing outside of the shop he stopped. Bumble didn’t get paid yet. He turned around, about to head back in, when the door opened slightly and a caramel colored arm stuck out. He saw a check between the fingers of the delicate hand.

“Make sure he gets that. He’s more than earned it,” Flagrante said before she closed the door.

Seeing that it was at least fairly well settled he headed back toward their dormroom. Once there he laid Bumble out on the bed that wasn’t sporting a wet spot, and looked at him.

“Boyo, I’m glad that I helped ya out, but now I feel like I could go for a round or two in the hay.”

He stretched and looked out into the hall, “Sleep well, and know that this time next week you’re going to be insanely popular.”

With that Whet quickly fixed his hair, checked his dark blue trousers, his off white shirt, and his tie. He could put on his robes, but classes were done, and besides, he wanted to find a nice little filly to entertain him for a while. He left their room, heading out into the night, deciding that maybe he’d hit up the lunar pegasi that worked around the palace.

Bumble moaned in his sleep, and turned over. He felt the bed he was on and his eyes opened. He was in his dorm. There was a feeling of relief that flooded through him, or it did until he noticed something near his hand. He grasped it and looked at the check for fifteen hundred bits. It wasn’t a dream.

He swallowed as the realization hit him. He’d taken a job as a model for a sex toy. Not only that but Flagrante Delicto had kissed his…

He felt his trouser covered crotch. A breath he didn’t realize he was holding came out in a relieved sigh. He wasn’t sure why he was so worried. It wasn’t like he hadn’t wanted to do this. He had. He had wanted to be with a filly, or a mare, and he wanted to feel what it was like. He was just like any other colt, but he’d never gotten that far. Thinking about it he couldn’t believe that he passed out like that.

He wondered if she laughed at him. She didn’t seem like the kind that would, but he didn’t know for sure. Sitting there he wanted to talk to somepony. He couldn’t talk to his mom about this. He wanted to, after all he never kept anything from her before, but there was no way he could tell her what he did in order to get the money for books and food. He didn’t like the idea of getting wing slaps because he didn’t tell her about his problem, and then because he thought that he only had one option.

Dinky would tease him, mercilessly, but at least she’d be willing to listen. He just didn’t want to bother her with it. That’s when he thought of his oldest sister. Amethyst Star had been here at the University for a while. Deciding that maybe she’d be the best option he got up and headed out. She’d written him a letter when she found out that he was applying to the school to let him know that she was in Cadence Hall.

Moving with determination he walked toward a large building that was very similar to his own. The exception was the front door. The door itself was colored in pink, purple, and yellow. He touched the door and he felt it become solid. He let go and it went slack. Reaching back out he touched it again only to feel it become solid once more. He tried to figure it out, and then he remembered what Princess Twilight Sparkle had told him about the dorms.

The doors would only open for the occupants and their guests. That meant that he couldn’t get inside unless his sister invited him into the dorm. He let out a defeated sigh and took a seat near the entrance. He didn’t know anypony that lived in Cadence hall other than Amethyst. He knew it wasn’t the end of the world, but he needed to talk to somepony about what happened.

“Little Bro?”

He looked up to see his sister and a smile crossed his face, or it did until he noticed what she was wearing. Amethyst was wearing a very skimpy version of the school’s robes. It came down just past her triple brilliant cut diamond cutie mark. He could see her curves, and he turned his head. What he heard from her was a giggle that he didn’t realize he missed.

“Comeon dork, let’s get inside,” she said as she touched the door which began to open, “I am extending an invitation to my brother Bumble for him to use anytime I’m in the dorm.”

The door glowed for a moment and it swung open without hesitation. He followed her into the dorm and he noticed that there was a few mares running around in a similar state of dress as his sister.

“Amethyst! You’re bringing a colt in here?! I knew it! You are a sexual deviant!”

His sister stopped and looked toward the light blue coated filly that had a shock of white hair. The other Unicorn looked straight back at her, waiting for a reply.

“Cosmic Harmony, lets see, you had how many colts in your room last semester?”

The other filly began to stutter, “I...I never!”

“Uh huh, that’s not what those sounds from your failed soundproofing spell sounded like. And besides, perv, this is my brother.”

Cosmic looked at him, then at her, and then she looked away, “Fine, but know that I’m not covering if he’s not.”

Amethyst rolled her eyes as she walked with him.

“You’re not going to get into trouble for me being here, right?”

She shook her head, and then without hesitation she opened a door to a room. He was greeted with the sight of two mares, currently with their muzzles in each other’s marebits.

“Sorry Sonar!”

She closed the door, “So… Why don’t you take me to your dorm, cause… It looks like Sonar and her marefriend are going to be busy for a while.”

He nodded, and the two of them began to head out of the door. He heard his sister softly singing, something he loved to hear, but the song was different.

“I knew a filly named Sweetie, I guess you could say she was a sex fiend. Saw her in a hotel lobby masturbating with a magazine.”

She noticed that he was looking at her and she smiled, “Sorry, just a new song I heard from this really talented stallion,” she sighed, “He used to be a backup for Countess Coloratura.”

Figuring that she didn’t want to really go into it, and he wasn’t going to ask the two of them arrived at his dorm. For the first time he noticed his door was a dark midnight blue, with a black splotch in the top center, and in the middle of that splotch was a crescent moon. He touched it, and it began to open. Remembering what she had done he cleared his throat.

“My sister Amethyst has my invitation to enter into this hall anytime I am inside.”

The door swung open and the both of them headed into it. He walked back toward his dorm room, and the two of them walked into it together. She looked at the one bed with what looked like a stain, and then at the other one that looked like someone had just laid down in it. Figuring out which one was his she took a seat on the one that looked like he had just laid down.

“So, how are you liking college so far?”

He kicked his hoof, not really looking at her, “Sis… Have… Have you ever did anything that you were embarrassed about, but you had to do it so that you had some money?”

She was quiet, too quiet, and he looked up to see her her shocked face. He was worried that she knew, he was worried that she was going to be upset, but he didn’t expect her to turn away from him.

“W..who told you?”

He looked at her, “Told me?”

“Who told you that I was working in High Tails?”

He was really confused now, “High Tails?”

She looked at him, her face one of shame, “Yeah, High Tails… The Mare’s Club… I…” she swallowed hard, “I’ve been working there for about three semesters now. I lost my scholarship when I was hanging out with the wrong group of ponies. I didn’t want to tell mom, so I found a job. I’ve been stripping, and giving mares, and stallions, lap dances for a while now. Oh Celestia, does mom know?”

He shook his head, “No, I didn’t know until you said something.”

She studied his face for a moment, but like normal Bumble didn’t have much of a poker face. Instead she could tell he was telling the truth.

“Okay.. Then… Oh, Bumble you’re not working at a club like that are you?”

He shook his head.

She breathed a sigh of relief, “Thank Celestia and Luna.”

He handed her the check. She looked at it, and then at him, “Bad Gryphon… Fifteen hundred… Oh..OH!”

He felt her arms around him, “Thank Celestia this isn’t nearly as bad! I was really worried that you were doing something terrible!”

He seized up for a moment, “She made a mold of my… My… My thing! She made a mold of it and she’s going to sell it all over Equestria! How is this not as bad?!”

She giggled, “Because, unless she has a picture of your face, or you’ve been with a filly or two that I don’t know about, then nopony is going to know that it’s you.”

He smiled, actually feeling some relief.

Author's Note

(AN: And another chapter out. I had to get this one going while the inspiration was fresh on my mind. Hope that everyone likes it.

• RJP)