Bumbling through my Education

Chapter18: Not Mistakes, Fate

“Ngh!” Majira groaned as she leaned against the wall.

The fact that Bumble’s sizable cock was currently inside of her tailhole was not lost on her. It was a class that she had with Honeypot, one that the two of them helped each other out on, and one that Bumble had a free period during. So, right before class he slipped into the lab area, and found Majira alone, bent over, her wonderful hips swaying back and forth as she dug for the ingredients she needed for the restorative potion she was going to use as her midterm exam.

That was when she felt the tingle of Bumble’s magic against her marehood, the feel of her marehood opening, the magic acting like a finger and slipping into her. It wasn’t fair, but then again she wasn’t going to complain. Instead here she was, enjoying this moment of being his mare. The magic turned to him lifting her grass green skirt, her panties being pulled to the side, and his cock moving into her sopping slit. She moaned as he thrust into her, getting his cock good and lubricated, and then he pulled out.

She felt his cock at her tailhole, she felt him push into it, the blissful slightly burning sensation of suddenly being so full. He reached up and pulled her gold t-shirt up, revealing her braless breasts. His hands covered them, and she felt his tempo increasing.

“Bumble, hurry you must, for I do not want the professor to bust us.”

She felt him pinch her nipples, his cock buried inside of her tailhole, and he was making no move to hurry. She felt him pull back, and then thrust again and again, over and over until she couldn’t hold back her own orgasm. She came hard, soaking her panties that were pulled to the side as he rutted her tailhole. This wasn’t making love, this wasn’t gentle, this was a good hard rutting, and she loved it.

She loved feeling him want her, desire her, and need her. She loved knowing that he was willing to risk getting into trouble with her, and she absolutely adored how his cock felt. She loved Bumble as a pony, she loved everything about him, but she would be lying if she said that how good he was able to give her a good dicking wasn’t important. She knew that Ponies and Zebras were sexual beings, and she was enjoying the truth of that statement.

He grabbed her hips, pulled her close, and shot load, after load, up into her rectum. She nearly fell over, but he held her upright. She breathed out, felt his cock slide out of her tailhole, and then turned around to look at him. He didn’t say a word before she dropped to her knees. She took his cock into her mouth, loving the taste of him, enjoying the taste of her own clean rectum on his cock, and loving the taste of his cum, his essence, that covered his shaft. She slurped, sucked, and licked his shaft until he was clean, and she noticed that it was hard again. She smiled at him, stood up, prepared to bend back over when the door opened.

Majira expected to see her professor. She really did, but instead she saw Honeypot. She breathed a sigh of relief at seeing her sister wife. Honeypot looked at Bumble’s wonderfully huge cock, and a practically glowing Majira and quickly put two and two together. She looked at Majira with a slight smile.

“I’m sure Bumble came in when you were getting ready. Go ahead, grab your ingredients, and head down to the class. Professor Flintheart is expecting to see you mix your potion there in front of him. That’s the exam.”

“This I will do, but what about you?”

She smiled, “I got the ingredients together last night. So, I’m pretty much set. I’ll take care of Bumble.”

With that Majira went back to digging for her ingredients and Honeypot could see how wet her panties were. There was no doubt in her mind that Bumble was part of it, and the other was Majira herself. The times they’d loved, and rutted, one another she had noticed Majira was a squirter. As Majira got what she needed Honeypot looked at her husband. She walked toward the lab table, remembering a similar table, and what they done on it, the floor, and everywhere else in the Golem lab, and she got up on it.

“Bumble, you look like you need some relief,” she smiled slyly, “So I want you to come over here, and I want you to rut my brains out.”

She moaned as she felt his magic on her jeans, sliding them off, letting them pool on the floor, “I want you to rut me so hard that my pussy is dripping with your seed.”

She felt him touch her marehood, his cock pushed forward and he split her lips. He was inside of her, deep in her, and it felt amazing. She felt his cock thrusting against her womb, the womb that she knew was now carrying a foal. Instead she simply enjoyed the wonderful dicking he was giving her. She felt him grab her shirt, pushing it up and like Majira she didn’t wear a bra.

She’d simply stopped wearing them. They got in the way, and she knew that Bumble loved to see, and feel, all of his herd mates breasts, although in truth she knew he was really a rump stallion. Nopony was going to convince her otherwise. He loved her rump, Majira’s rump, and pretty much everypony else’s rump. Although she did notice that he really seemed to love Bagatelle’s rump and tailhole.

Her Siren herdmate had received more than her fair share of tailhole rutting. Of course he had also claimed her pussy, and apparently her virginity. Luna had explained how being an Immortal meant that every so often they went through a rebirth. It was no different for the Sirens, and it meant getting to experience things all over again.

She was certainly glad that Bagatelle got to experience losing her virginity with Bumble. Simply because she knew how gentle he could be. She felt her pussy clench, her eyes rolled back, and she orgasmed. No long after she orgasmed she felt him empty himself inside of her. She felt her pussy now slick with his essence, and it made her smile.

There was news she wanted to tell him, but it would wait until after midterms. The last thing she wanted was to cause him extra stress. She slid off of the table, pulled her panties up, and then pulled her jeans up over them. The fact that she was going to have a wet spot didn’t bother her. It just meant that she got the rutting of a lifetime, and those other mares didn’t.

She kissed him, glad that after today she could tell him the news. She had told him that she thought she could be with foal, but she hadn’t told him that she asked Luna if it would be possible to get checked without everypony knowing.

Luna being who she was took Honeypot to the royal doctor. Dr. Gray Horse was no picnic. He was cantankerous, ill spirited, forced to hobble because of a blood clot that nearly cost his right leg, but he was brilliant. Luna explained that while he was very much not a kind pony, he was one that knew the value of a secret, and that he wouldn’t betray them. She looked at him, with his gray goatee and mane, and watched as he hobbled toward them.

She felt his magic touch her.

“So, herding. I’m going to guess that was your choice.”

She looked at him, unsure of where he was going.

“Statistically Earth Ponies are more prone to herding. Being that Equestria’s population is about forty percent Earth Ponies it’s fairly easy to guess that as a tribe Earth Ponies breed more often, and are more fruitful than the other tribes.”

She really didn’t like where he was going with this, “So, it makes even more sense for an Earth Pony to want to bring some other tribes into the mix, to help eliminate the possibility of incest. After all, when there’s that many Earth Ponies roaming around, at some point somepony might not have strayed too far from the family fields to get an heir.

She glared at him, “What are you saying?”

He grinned, “Little filly, you know what I’m saying, and you know it’s the truth. The last medical journal indicated that there are just six major Earth Pony families. Oh, there’s several smaller branches, but just six, that accounts for nearly sixty percent of all Earth Ponies. The biggest of those families is the Apples. Now, you can get all upset, and you can tell me that I’m wrong, but facts are facts. As a tribe Earth Ponies are walking foal factories, but damned if you’ll find another tribe more willing to work hard to make things better.”

She shook her head, “Wh..What?!”

He rolled his eyes, “Your tribe tends to work harder than anypony to make things better for Equestria. I’ve seen Earth Ponies develop better methods of farming just so that inner city foals would have enough food,” he narrowed his eyes at her, “But it doesn’t stop most of you from being easily aroused, overly sexed ponies that feel the need to breed into damned near any other tribe that will have you.”

“Doctor, you may want to watch your tone. This is my herdmate, my alpha, and my friend. Thus, I will not tolerate you humiliating her.”

He bowed, “Of course your majesty. To answer the question you both wanted to know, yes, you are pregnant. There is the spark of new magic in you, specifically two sparks, so expect twins,” he sighed, “And you will need to come back in at five months so that I can ensure that your foal, or foals, are developing normally.”

He looked at Luna, “Do you want to be checked your majesty?”

She grinned, “You may, but I already know.”

She felt the tingle of his magic on her, “It is present in you as well. Congratulations your majesty. Most likely, if you are like Princess Mi Amore Cadenza, the royal palace will need to be alicorn infant proofed.”

Luna touched her stomach, “‘Tis my first foal.”

Dr. Horse looked at her, “I understand, and as the royal physician I will gladly ensure that your foal is healthy, but do not expect me to be pleasant with them.”

“Doctor, I would not expect you to be anything other than what you are.”

Together they got up to leave the office. Honeypot looked back at the doctor, noticing how his muzzle scrunched up in pain as he walked. They left the office and for a moment she simply thought about the fact that she was pregnant. Then she looked at Luna.

“I take it that he doesn’t like Earth Ponies.”

Luna laughed, “It would almost appear like that, to one that did not know him. But it could not be further from the truth,” she looked ahead as they walked, “I do not discuss what my subjects dream. Their minds, their dreams, those are theirs and I have no place talking about them, but in the case, I believe it would help you understand him better.”

She grinned, “He’s a brilliant doctor, he actually went to school here in Canterlot to begin with, but it was discovered that he was cheating, so he was expelled. From here he went from place to place until finally joining the guards as a medic. This is not from his dream, but it available as public record. His dreams are of an Earth Pony he met, fell in love with, and married out near the edge of Equestria.”

She touched Honeypot’s arm softly, “He loved her dearly, but his leg began cramping often. By this time he was a full doctor, and a good one. He told the doctor in the town they were in what was wrong, but she didn’t listen,” she stopped, “She used a potion to knock him out, put him in a coma, and then she told his wife that she needed to consent to letting her cut away part of the muscle that had died.”

Luna’s eyes glistened with tears, “When he awoke he was upset. He felt that his wife didn’t trust him, and he believed he could trust her. Yet he knew that she did what she did to save him,” she looked at Honeypot with a sad smile, “So no, he does not hate Earth Ponies. Rather he loves them, but he does not trust them.”

Honeypot looked at the ground, “That’s stupid.”

Luna looked at her, confused, “Why do you say that?”

She looked at her sister wife, “If Bumble was hurt, and the doctor said that cutting away part of his leg would save him, and it worked, I’d do it. I’d rather have Bumble here, and only able to walk with a cane, than dead. He should realize that.”

Slowly a voice brought Honeypot back to the present. She looked at Bumble who was smiling.

“Everything okay?”

She nodded, “Yeah, it’s fine. What time is your midterms over?”

He sighed, “Later. I’m here until six pm. I have to run my Medical Golems through their paces for my Golem’s class. Automation and Automatons was yesterday, and I finished spell crafting earlier.”

She nodded, “Okay, well when you get home we’ve got something to talk about.”

With that she kissed him before she headed out.

He wasn’t sure what it was that she wanted to talk about, but he knew it wasn’t anything too bad. Stretching he walked toward the Golem lab. His Medical Golems were there, and he’d recently taken TicToc’s suggestion of fixing a single seater, collapsible, pedalcopter to be strapped to their backs. His run today was just to make sure that they could work like he intended, and of course to run the complete test of their abilities.

He made it into the lab, walked toward the first one, and noticed how large he made it. The Golem was pony shaped in the most basic of terms. It stood like they did, had a basic shape of a pony, but it was also very rotund. He decided to encase the magically infused glass with a layer of fuzz covered rubber. Inside of the rubber was a spell that constantly kept it inflated like a balloon which made the Golem feel soft to the touch, so it wouldn’t be threatening to foals.

The rubber itself was made from the stuff that shipping companies used to make their airships. It was thick, powerful, and even a sword or a spear couldn’t get through it. No, it had to be opened at the right seam, and then magic was needed to pull the rubber off to do work to the Golem itself. He looked at his first one. In order to give them personalities, intelligences, he had to pull a little of his own life essence out.

Twilight had told him that it was dangerous to do all at once, but a little in the beginning would certainly go a long way in making the Golems. She also warned him that while he would gradually add that essence back doing too big of a chuck wouldn’t be able to be fixed. It would simply shave years off of his life.

This Golem was his first, his real success. He looked at it as it came on line.

“Hello, I am First-Aid, your Personal Medical Golem. What is your medical emergency?”

He grinned, “I have no medical emergency First-Aid, but we’re going to go over your functions, and make sure that you’re ready to save some ponies. Sound good?”

First-Aid’s large ruby eyes glowed for a moment, and then he nodded, “Of course Bumble.”

“Good, let’s walk outside.”

They walked out of the lab, into the courtyard, and he looked at the open sky.

“Okay, I want you to take the pedalcopter on your back, unfold it, and then straddle it, pedal and achieve lift.”

First-Aid did what he was told, and his movements were as fluid as if he was a normal pony. A moment later he was sitting on a pedalcopter that looked far too small for him. He began peddling, harder, faster, until the it began to lift off of the ground. Once it was in the air about fifteen feet, First-Aid held the current speed he was peddling. He looked down at Bumble seemingly waiting for a command.

“Okay, fly up to the nearest cloud, step out onto it, and then get back onto your pedalcopter and come back.”

Peddling faster again First-aid rose a few hundred feet until he was near a low hanging cloud. He did what he was told, although he noticed there was a strange lump. He walked toward it, uncertain of what it was, and touched it. The lump moved, saw a weird thing, and shouted as she fell back. First-Aid’s programming went into effect, he ran toward the falling pony, his hands folding down the peddlecopter, making sure it was secure to his back, and he jumped off. The pony was a Thestral, Lunar Pegasus, but he could see underdeveloped wingspan and muscles.

It must have taken her several tries to get to the cloud, and most likely she was too tired to catch herself from the fall. That was when First-Aid caught her. He turned so that his back would strike first, and he felt magic slowing him down before he hit the ground. He stood to see Bumble wobbling, and then his creator, his father, fell over from exhaustion. First-Aid went to him, while carrying the now passed out Thestral, and scooped his father up on top of the mare.

Being completely innocent First-Aid didn’t understand that it wasn’t typically common for a mostly naked mare to be smooshed up against a stallion, nor did he really grasp that when said mare was in season certain things could go through an unconscious stallion that he’d never normally do. Things like spoon against this mare, pressing his cock between the cheeks of her panty covered rump, or gently kiss her ears and neck. It wasn’t to say that First-Aid was stupid, far from it, but it could be said that his father simply had neglected to explain certain aspects about Equine Sexuality.

What First-Aid did know was where he was supposed to take ponies that had passed out, or became injured, but did not need immediate attention. That place was the University’s Nurses’ overflow station. Bumble had recently expressed that was non-life threatening patents went. So First-Aid carried them there as fast as his thick legs could carry him. Which was, when just walking, not fast at all.

Bumble had taken being jostled into consideration when he designed how First-Aid walked, and he made his walking a slow steady walk if the patients were non-terminal. Since neither patient seemed to be suffering too terribly he had to follow what his commands said. After several minutes he made it to the overflow station, he placed both of them on a table, and then prepared to administer smelling salts to the mare, and treat Bumble for exhaustion.

He prepared to do so when he noticed that the mare was grinding on Bumble, and Bumble was grinding back. He stood there for a moment, knowing the basics of what was going on, but determined to understand it better. He looked behind him, seeing a book on Equine Anatomy and Sexuality, picked it up, and his ruby eyes glowed again. The spell matrix, that made him who he was, was now taking all of the information from the book and putting it into his spell matrix for better health care assistance. He looked back at them and realized that Bumble and this mare were attempting to mate. Both were not awake, but nothing in the book stated that either of them had to be awake for this.

Since both seemed fine, he stood by, waiting for Bumble to inform him that he was pleased with his level of care, and then to return to the lab. He waited, watched, and heard the mare’s squeaky voice.

“By the night mother that’s a big cock.”

She opened her eyes and looked at the Unicorn stallion under her. He was sleeping, but his coat was slick with sweat. She tried to understand why, and then she remembered that thing scared her, then it caught her, and he… He used his magic to catch them both. She smiled as she touched his cheek.

“Lucki, you did it again girl. You got lucky. Just not how you wanted, huh?”

She kissed his muzzle, “You are sweet.”

“Excuse me, but I believe you find mating, easier if both of you were undressed.”

She turned to look at the thing standing there.

“What...What are you?”

First-Aid raise his hands in a non threatening manner, “I am First-Aid Your, and Bumble’s, Medical Golem. I was preparing to treat both of you, but I noticed that you were grinding on one another. To understand I absorbed the knowledge in this book,” he lifted the Equine Anatomy and Sexuality textbook, “And it indicated that the two of you were trying to mate.”

She giggled. First-Aid was obviously very innocent, and it, or he since it it sounded like a stallion, didn’t get that they were doing that because she was in season, in heat, and because Bumble was asleep. He was asleep, and his cock was huge. She felt it straining against his pants. She licked her lips. Would he mind?

Stallions loved rutting, right? Then it stood to reason that he’d want to rut her, even if he wasn’t awake for it. She gently bit her lip, her left fang hanging low for a second, before she shook her head. No, he saved her, and that meant that he was a good stallion. She could do it.

“We’re not trying to, not now, but why don’t you help him?”

First-Aid came over, and he dug into a satchel he was wearing on his side. Inside of it was dozens of small magically enhanced glass jars with stoppers. Each one containing a different healing potion. Finding the one for rejuvenation and magic building he took it out, opened the stopper, and poured a very small amount down Bumble’s throat.

The effect was almost immediate. Bumble coughed, sat up, and grabbed his head by his horn.

“Owww… First-Aid, is the…”

He looked at the mostly nude Thestral in the room with him. Her Cobalt blue coat was a contrast to the deep crimson mane and tail she had. Her wings were folded down behind her back, and he she didn’t seemed too concerned about covering up her breasts. His eyes stayed on them for a few moments, taking in that while on the small side they had perfect shape. Her darker nipples were standing erect, and he could see that her panties were soaked. Of course his sense of smell told him that it was from arousal.

“Thanks for saving me. My name is Moonglow, but my friends call me Lucki.”

He grinned, “Is it okay if I call you Lucki?”

She nodded, “Sure.”

“You’re welcome Lucki. Has anypony told you that you’re very cute?”

Little did Bumble realize that while his magic was returning to him it felt somewhat like being drunk. He tried to shake it off for a moment, but when he felt Lucki’s lips against his, well that went out the window. He felt her straddle him her hands undoing his pants, fishing out his cock. He looked into her eyes, and she grabbed her panties, moved them over, and slid down on top of him.

“Oh by Luna’s gaping snatch you’re HUGE!”

“Yes, my husband is.”

Lucki knew the voice, she knew who it belonged to, but right now her heat addled mind didn’t care. Luna might be here, but she finally had this amazing cock inside of her, and that was all that mattered.

Author's Note

(AN: Okay. I'm going to do something different here. I had a plan for Fluttershy, but I haven't addressed it very much, so I'm going to give everyone a vote. The vote is simple. Either Vote for her becoming part of Bumble's herd, in which case I'll gladly write it into being, or vote that she joins a different herd.)