Bumbling through my Education

Bumbling through my Education

Chapter 17: The Return of Midterms

The trip back to Canterlot was fairly relaxing, Bagatelle, resting silently against Bumble as they rode in the passenger car. The view of Canterlot itself was far closer than it had been a mere two hours ago. The svelte Siren beside him was wearing a simple seafoam green chiton. She had opted for a simple golden belt, something that didn’t clash, but at the same time added a bit of flair to her current suit. Of course Luna had been unable to stand it and added a small cream colored half opened clam shell brooch that sat idly on her right shoulder.

Bumble felt the scroll beside him from Princess Twilight. Both Luna and he had sent Twilight a letter about Bagatelle, or Baggie as Pina was now calling her, and asked a few questions. The first thing Twilight responded with was to ask if she was attempting to get them to do anything they didn’t want to do. If so then they needed to bring her to her Castle and she would send her to where she knew three other Sirens were currently contained.

It didn’t feel right to him. Bagatelle seemed more lonely than anything else. Well, lonely and horny to degrees he was certain was beyond normal ponies. Of course Twilight did give one more bit of information. She was for all rights and purposes immortal. That meant there was no telling how old she actually was. She could be, as far as he knew, as old, if not older, than Luna. Yet, she looked no older than he was. She didn’t act much older than he was either. Part of him wondered if that was because of what she was, or if it was something else.

A hand touched his shoulder, and he looked at Luna who motioned for him to scoot slightly. He did, and she took the edge of the seat.

“I’m not surprised that she’s sleeping.”

He laughed, “No kidding, not after all we did.”

Luna’s teal colored eyes took in how the girl looked, “She recently went through rebirth. Everything is new for her.”

He looked at her, confused, “Rebirth?”

A faint smile crossed her lips, “It is something we immortals do from time to time. Our bodies, our minds, they become too stagnant, and we have to have the chance to grow again. Typically it is something we do every few hundred years.”

He looked at the floor in front of him, “So, do you forget everything when it happens?”

He felt her hand touch his cheek, and he looked up to see her teal colored eyes. She kissed him, sweetly, and softly broke the kiss, “No, we do not forget things, but we are able to look at them with new eyes,” she took his hand into her own, “You will not be forgotten my beloved. Time will not dull your memory, and your features will not be lost to the years. Neither will any of those that we love.”

He gave a smile, “And the same will be for Bagatelle won’t it?”

Luna looked at the sleeping Siren, “It will be. So, it is important to ensure that we have a good life together.”

He leaned back, “You know, it wasn’t that long ago I was just a student. I had an idea to help ponies, and I was afraid of social gatherings. There’s been all of this change, and most of it has been good, but I’m worried about where it’s going.”

She leaned her head against his shoulder, “Then you are perfectly fine. You’re seeing life as you should Beloved. Life shouldn’t be set to a schedule. It’s meant to come to one as a river. Winding, rolling, cascading down on the rocks, and then smooth and soft enough to float a feather to the shore.”

As they sat together Luna considered what she felt earlier. It was perhaps something minor, but she didn’t believe it to be so. Through the years she had learned what it meant to be hunted. To experience what it was to be stalked by a predator, and in this modern world the hunt still happened. Oh, perhaps it had become more gilded. Certainly the hunters no longer longed for destruction, but they still had desires.

She had began noticing the feeling creeping up her spine when they left the Fillydelphia Museum of Art. It was similar to how Majira had followed them, but unlike her herdmate this hunter had no intention of letting her, or himself be known until she, or he, was close enough to strike at her, or his, prey. She knew that it wasn’t herself that was the target. If it was somepony making an attempt on her life they would have done so.

She knew it wasn’t any of her herdmates, with the exception of Flagrante, and possibly Bagatelle, but if it was their newest herdmate she could only hazard a guess as to why they would want her. It would have to be somepony that knew that she was a siren, and honestly she fit in well enough with normal ponies that it would be practically impossible for somepony to decipher that she was a Siren unless they happened to feel her magic.

That left Bumble, and that possibility was far to possible. She knew that if a mare was to notice Bumble, or at least his sizable gift that resided between his legs, that she might be inclined to follow him, to hunt him, and as she considered it she believed it to be what was happening. She knew instantly that it wasn’t a pony that was following them. Her subjects were many things, but natural predators were not one of them. That wasn’t to say that she was blind to the idea that her subjects could commit evil. She’d experienced that first hand with Shipbreaker. Still, even though he was a bully, and a vile stallion, he was not a natural predator. He didn’t constantly attempt to keep himself blended into the background, he didn’t hide to the shadows. His attempts at stealth were to step on the rugs, or get the pony he wanted to sneak up on good and drunk.

And while much time had passed since her now very late husband had attempted to perform a flying lesson, without ever opening his wings, she could honestly say that her subjects had changed very little in the regard of how they sneaked up on somepony. Granted, Unicorns did use their teleportation spells, but there was still certain queues that one would gather to know that a Unicorn was teleporting. The sound of their magic, the air beginning to taste of ozone, or perhaps the fact that the unicorn simply no longer existed in the place they had once been.

She mentioned nothing to Bumble as they exited the train, nor did she alert any of her herdmates. Instead she listened. She heard it finally, the soft padding of padded feet. Her eyes narrowed as she heard the sound getting closer. She turned, for a moment, and caught the sight of somepony ducking into an alley. Her horn lit up in that instant she was gone.

Thoosa breathed out a sigh of relief. She was certain that the Princess might have seen her, but no pony seemed to really paid much attention. She began to sneak out when there was a flash of light, and she felt a hand on her shoulder. She turned to see the Lunar Diarch standing there.

“So, see anything of interest?”

Thoosa’s mouth went dry as she looked at her. There had been a planned moment where she would get Bumble from his herd, seduce him, rut the living Tartarus out of him, and then return him. She certainly didn’t expect to have one of his herd mates, especially the Princess of the Night, find her.

“I… I…”

Luna smiled, “So, you’re interested in our stallion,” her eyes narrowed, “Of course you understand to date him means to date us all.”

Thoosa gave a half hearted chuckle as she was teleported to the herd. From there things progressed faster than Thoosa believed they would. Right up to the point that the soft, brown, sparrow-headed Gryphon gasped as her half lidded eyes took in the world around her. She knew she was in Canterlot, despite the fact that her business was in Fillydelphia. That was something she would need to handle at a later date. At the moment however, she had a slightly deflated cock inside of her. She felt a hand resting on her smallish breast. Softly she cooed at the feeling of this stallion holding her.

She was still surprised at her actions. She left her clients in the hands of her assistant. Granted Suri Polomare was a conniving little backstabber, but she was her conniving little backstabber. She knew that Suri wouldn’t betray her, not while she still held the keys to what Suri wanted. The entire reason Suri agreed to take the job as her assistant was because she had connections to the fashion industry in Fillydelphia.

She knew about what happened to Suri in Manehattan, how she stole another contestant’s designs, how it was revealed by her previous assistant, and then how Suri had left Manehattan completely mortified at the fact that her name had been thrown down and dragged through the mud. Honestly Thoosa felt that Suri simply got what she deserved. Personally, she had no problems with somepony doing what was needed in order to win, but she would have expected a little more finesse in deliverance. There was at least a dozen ways she could have pulled off what she attempted, and never gotten caught.

But, ambitious as Suri might be Thoosa knew that she simply didn’t have the right touch to be shady. No, Suri was a pony that was going to have to rely on her skill and talent. Which Thoosa had to admit was actually quite impressive. Granted, there was other fashion designers out there who created wonderful works of art, but Suri’s talent seemed to be perfect for business casual wear.

She giggled, her mind getting away from how she got here. Granted, she was thinking of her assistant, but more than that she was also thinking of picking up, following this herd, and somehow over the course of the last two days becoming a member of this herd. Beside her a sleeping mare was gently snoring. She looked to be an Earth Pony, smaller build, but with wide hips. Her silver colored coat was covered with sweat, her mane and tail much the same.

Slowly Thoosa felt the stallion behind her stir. A soft kiss was planted on the back of her feathery neck. She let out a soft coo, feeling his arms tightening around her. She’d had lovers before, ponies mainly, usually Earth Pony stallions, a few mares, and of course a Gryphon hen or two, but she never took a cock this big. She had seen the outline of it before he left, and that was enough to get her attention. But it was how he acted toward his herd, how loving and accepting he was, that was what captured her. It enthralled her, and she desperately wanted to become a part of this herd.

Coming all of the way to Canterlot was the step, meeting with his Alpha was the next, and then learning that she had to date them all was the last. There was a dinner, a nice affair at a decent establishment. One that happily served their group, and then they came back to this wonderful place, to the bedroom, and she learned what dating them meant.

The memory of Bumble getting behind her, his massive cock pressing against her, the way it pushed past her puffy nether lips. The way it split her sex open, and then she remembered Princess Luna crawling over to her. A strapon firmly attached, how she had her open her beak. Somehow the Princess of the Night seemed to know that while she couldn’t do much lip work she could take the fake cock into her throat. Something she had her doing. She was split roasted, only to find out that her hands were made to be busy with two other mares. It was so much, it was beyond understanding, and it didn’t stop.

The alpha, Honeypot, crawled under her, wearing a strapon that felt like it was modeled after Bumble, pushed it into her pussy, and then Bumble took her tailhole. She practically squawked out when that happened. He was so deep inside of her rectum, to impossibly deep, and yet it felt so amazing. Bumble, traded off with a pink Earth Pony mare who seemed to have another of their toys, and as the night progressed Thoosa found out just how many cocks she could take at one time. She was sore, she was tired, but at the same time she was where she needed to be.

“Morning.”

She leaned against her herd’s stallion, “Morning, Mmmm, I’d say it’s a perfect one.”

She felt Bumble move, and a small whine escaped her beak. She turned to see him attempting to get out of bed, only to be caught by the alpha mare. The two of them shared a deep and passionate kiss before she let him out of the bed.

“Everypony that’s got school, we need to get gone. We’re back today.”

Honeypot grumbled as she slowly got to her hooves. Flagrante groaned as she got up as well, “I’ve got to check in with the store. I’m sure that everything is fine, but I do want to make sure that the orders have been filled like I requested.”

Stepping into the bathroom Bumble missed the large tub in Honeypot’s family’s home. The shower and tub in the Wonderbolts’ shared house in Canterlot was fine, but it was a far cry from being big enough for them all to share. As he bathed with Honeypot, taking time to pay special attention to his favorite spots, his mind began to think about a home large enough for them all.

He knew the Apples had a plot of land just outside of their orchard, it was something that Applebloom showed him a while back, and from what he could remember there was an old farm house on that section of land. It was large, big enough to house his entire herd, but the question would be if the Apples would want to part with it.

If they did, it would be some work, but they could make that house their home. And of course he’d want a huge tub like they had used in Fillydelphia. It did mean being a little further out of town than he would have liked, but at the same time that wasn’t a bad thing. Especially when Luna would be there with them.

The thought stayed with him as he dressed, kissed all of the mares, and now Gryphon hen, goodbye, and walked toward the school with Honeypot. As they neared the school Bumble thought about his Automaton class, and he looked at Honeypot. He gave her hand a squeeze, and gently kissed her cheek.

“First period for me is Automation and Automaton,” he said, “Do you want to swing by the lab?”

She grinned at him, remembering all too well what had happened in the Golem Lab. The two of them walked into the Automaton lab, and there he saw something he couldn’t believe. TicToc and Stardust was sitting across from the mostly finished Automation that TicToc had been working on.

At the moment it was playing against Stardust, who seemed to at a stalemate with the automation. Bumble watched as she took the Automation’s, which was dressed to look like a Harlequin Jester, rook. Bumble knew what she was doing, and he also realize that she made a mistake. If the Automation, the Harlequin, had every possible play in its motion tube memories then it would know exactly what to do. The Harlequin tapped his right hand, which was holding a hand crafted mock sceptre, against the desk before it moved its Captain of the Guard. Where it moved it to completely blocked her. She couldn’t move her princess in any direction without the Harlequin’s prince, or the captain of the guard, taking her princess.

“That’s checkmate.” TicToc said.

She folded her arms, “The Harlequin should apologise to me, TicToc,” she said as her arms pressed her breasts up, “Seriously, Tictoc, Harlequin should repent.”

He smiled, kissed her, and unsnapped the top button of her blouse, completely unaware there was anyone else in the room with them.

“I could apologise, maybe even rut you right on his desk, right in front of him.”

She giggled, stood up, and let him move behind her. She felt his wonderfully skillful hands pulling her dress pants down, her panties followed suit, and then all that was left was her bared to the world. Bumble watched, and he knew that he had felt what he saw when she hugged him. It didn’t bother him in the slightest. This was TicToc’s mare, his lover, and it didn’t matter that she had a cock.

He watched as TicToc slid into her tailhole, she let out a soft grunt, “Oh Celestia Tic… Rut me… Make me your mare, show this Harlequin what it means to rut your mare…”

Bumble began to back out, he felt Honeypot resist for a moment, but she followed him. They could hear the couple inside, rutting each others brains out, going at it like mindless beasts, and Bumble looked at his mare. He wanted her, right now, nude, but a small part of his mind screamed that it would be wrong to do it here in the open. Instead he kissed her, feeling her wonderful taste fill his mouth.

She returned the kiss, and her hand groped his massive tool. She slid her hand under his pants, lightly jerking his cock, making him tremble as she got him closer.

“My class is empty right now,” she breathed, “Let’s get there, and then I want you inside of my tailhole. I want you to rut me so hard that I can’t sit straight.”

They walked, his hand in hers, his cock straining against the fabric of his slacks, pleading to be released, and soon they entered into a potions class. Like she said, it was empty, not a single pony to be seen, and she felt him grab her jeans, and pulled them down. Neither of them worried with Robes today, being back after a short break seemed to relax everything, and besides, they felt that just being here was important.

She leaned down, her marehood was sopping wet, she was so ready, so desperate to feel him inside of her. She felt his cock touch her marehood, dragging across it, getting so wet, and then he pressed it against her tailhole. She felt him push into her, and then he kept going until he was hilted. Neither of them heard the door open, neither of them heard the gasp, and neither of them knew that the Alabaster Alicorn behind them was unable to tear her eyes away.

Celestia watched the two of them, her hands moved down her body, finding the belt that connected her skirt to her blouse. She cursed her weakness, as she removed her belt, unsnapped and unzipped her skirt, and moved the crotch of her panties over to gently rub, plunge, and play with her marehood. She was so desperate, so needful, right now if Bumble saw her, came to her, and told her to worship his cock she would. She would worship it, she’d gladly be his obedient little whorse. It was what she wanted. She wanted to feel him inside of her. Mother help her she wanted to feel him. She’d heard Luna speaking of it, talking about what it was like to actually be loved, to be treated like a mare.

The irony wasn’t lost on her. The adored one was wanting to be the servant. She couldn’t stand it any longer, and she made her way down to them. Her clothing coming off in each step. She stood, nude, her large breasts, wide hips, all ready for him. She cleared her throat, and the two of them turned toward her.

She went to knees, a soft smile on her face, “I would like to submit myself to the two of you. I wish to be a part of your, and my sister’s, herd.”

Bumble looked at her, then at Honeypot who was smiling like a filly who was just given the full cookie jar. Honeypot sat on the table, her marehood soaked, and looked at Celestia, “I am the Alphamare, you will submit to me if you join this herd, do you agree?”

Celestia nodded, her mind already filled of the wondrous delights that awaited her. Being blindfolded, her hands tied behind her, knelt over a hard surface, while two, or three, ponies stood behind her, paddles in their hands, taking turns smacking her rump. By Mother she wanted them to use her.

“Yes, I agree…”

Honeypot smiled, “Then come and clean my pussy, as you do, I want you to beg Bumble to rut you. I want you to beg for him to put his cock into you, for him to choose the place it goes.”

She moved forward, the table Honeypot laid back on was low to the ground, the perfect height to be knelt around, and her muzzle lowered into the much younger mare’s snatch. She could taste the wonderful flavor of this mare, and the lingering taste of Bumble’s own seed. She moved her head up, looking over her shoulder, “Please, Bumble, Please rut me. I want your cock in me so bad, I don’t care where, but rut me…”

She moved her head back to the wonder that was Honeypot’s honey pot. She felt her dock being grabbed, moved, and she felt the massive cock against her tailhole. She closed her eyes, ready for the blissful pain, when he moved again. She saw his cock, there near her muzzle. Honeypot saw it too, and nodded.

“Suck his cock,” she said.

Celestia lifted her head from the wonderful snatch, and she took him into her mouth without hesitation. To say he was large would be an insult. Bumble wasn’t large. Large simply wasn’t the right word to describe it. He was hung, huge, Minotaur sized. She wanted that cock inside of her. She wanted him to rut her so hard that she couldn’t walk. She wanted to be his broodmare. She’d rule Equestria while she rode his cock. She’d birth his foals, take him back inside of herself, and become fat with foal once again.

She wanted him in her tailhole, between her breasts, she wanted him to rut her with abandon. If he came into her day court, told her to strip off, and bend over her throne she would do it. And she wanted Honeypot to be there with him. She needed this, this loss of control. She wanted the control removed from her. She wanted to be their slave.

She knew that Luna would have a field day with this. She could already imagine the magic nulifers, the ball gags, the shackles, bodices, being dressed up like an expensive whorse, and being passed around the herd. She could picture her sister casting a spell that magically put, in the colors of the night, Bumble’s Broodmare, on her rump.

She could imagine it, and she wanted it. She Bumble twitch, and then she stopped, “Please… rut me…”

She spread her rump, “I don’t care where, just rut me.”

He plunged into her marehood, going further than any of her former husbands had went. He banged against her cervix, and she grunted, “Yes!”

“Eat me,” Honeypot commanded.

She lowered her head, finding that wonderful taste, and instantly she realized, she didn’t just want to be their slave, she was.