Detention: Students Vs. Staff

Day 2: The Teacher’s Lounge

Thunderlane was barely able to focus in class the day after his first detention. Every muscle in his body ached and he was unable to sit properly at any desk he was provided throughout the day. He was lucky no teacher called on him to speak during class because he didn’t really have a voice to respond with. Well, he technically could speak, but his throat was so sore from the oral assault he had received the night before that he would prefer not to speak at the moment.

What has Thunderlane’s mind most preoccupied, however, are the possibilities of what will happen in detention today. With how casual the last meeting seemed to be, he had a weird feeling something similar might end up happening today. As much as he enjoyed the experience, he didn’t know if his body could take another night of rough treatment. He was barely able to get through one afternoon of this cruel-and-unusual punishment, and he knew he wasn’t going to last a whole week at this rate.

As the last bell of the day rang, he prayed to whatever lord above that something normal would happen. As soon as his teacher opened the doors to let students out, he ran through the halls, clumsily rushing through crowds of people to get to the detention center. He knew what he was doing could be seen as rude, but he didn’t care at the moment. All he cared about was not being late, and not suffering another ‘punishment’. He could apologize to those people later, but right now, he had other priorities.

As he neared the entrance of the detention center, he noticed a piece of paper taped to the door. As he got up close, he read what the note said:

Thunderlane,

You are currently the only one serving detention at this time. Because of that, I have decided to move detention to the teacher’s lounge. I still expect you to be on time and tardiness will result in further punishment.

Sincerely,

Ms. Sparkle

Thunderlane gulped. The mention of punishment was enough to put his flanks back into high gear. He started towards the teacher’s lounge, completely disregarding any questions in his head on why Ms. Sparkle chose that location to hold detention in. He just had to get there and get ready for whatever was coming to him.

As soon as the teacher’s lounge came into view, Thunderlane quickly slipped through the door, making sure to close it to behind him. He didn’t know how many staff knew of Ms. Sparkle’s plans, so he had to be as careful as possible not to be seen. When he was safely inside he let out a deep sigh of relief. For now, he felt safe. His mood would change drastically, however, as soon as he heard a maniacal laugh fill the room.

When he looked up, he saw that the laughter was coming from Ms. Sparkle, but that wasn’t what worried him at the moment. What really worried him was the fact that three other teachers were in the room with them, and judging by the cocky grins painted on their muzzles, they all looked like they were expecting the younger stallion.

Among them was Miss Rarity. The art & design teacher is arguably one of the most attractive mares --student or not-- in the entire school. You can see her testing the boundaries on the school’s uniform policy, but no one ever wants to call her out on it. She works so hard to flaunt every inch of her gorgeous body, and only the most prude-minded people would ever want a body like that to be covered up.

She was currently showing off her body with a pair of tight yoga pants and a button-up barely able to contain her impressive bust. He would be lying if he said he hadn’t ever thought of tearing off Ms. Rarity’s clothing and feeling every inch of her body, but looking at the slight bulge growing in the crotch of those yoga pants, he was starting to regret those thoughts.

Just to her left was Ms. Harshwhinny. While she was considerably older than the teachers around her, she had a body that could rival any of them. Even when she hid it under her formal attire, the cloth always struggled to contain the natural curves of her body. Most students would call her a ‘cougar’, that is, if she weren’t so condescending. Students rarely got much better than a B in her classes, and she wasn’t afraid to ridicule for every little mistake. Thunderlane already didn’t think all too highly of Harshwhinny, but he felt like he was going to despise her just a little more by the time he gets out of this detention.

And then there was Ms. Cheerilee. She wasn’t quite as ‘voluptuous’ as all the other mares in the school seemed to be, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t still beautiful to look at. However, her looks weren’t what most of the school focussed on. Ms. Cheerilee had such an upbeat and, no pun intended, cheery personality that most ponies could feed off of. What Thunderlane feared most was the menacing vibe that replaced her usual perky personality. In fact, the vibe he was getting from all the mares told him that these mares were up to no good. If the day before was any kind of indicator, he knew that things were about to get out of hand.

“Well look who was able to make it here on time. And to think I almost thought you would me late again,” Ms. Sparkle spoke in a sarcastic tone. “You see? Detention has already taught you so much.”

Ms. Sparkle took a moment to clear her throat before speaking again, “Now, I bet you’re wondering why we have so many guests with us today. Well, you didn’t think I was the only one that had their eyes on a fine piece of ass like yourself, did you? All of us have had our eyes on you for a long time, and now that I got you here, we all get to have a turn with you.~”

Just as he had feared. Thunderlane was stuck with a gang of horny mares and, judging by the slight bulges beginning to grow at the crotches of each of them, they were a lot more than just mares. He was barely able to survive the last round of punishment, and that was with two of them.

“I think that’s enough talking for now.” Ms. Sparkle said. “Thunder, you know the drill. Strip for me~”

Thunderlane realized he didn’t really have a choice at this point. He wasn’t going to find a way out of this, so he might as well give them what they wanted in hopes that he could feel anything tomorrow morning. He didn’t strip with the pizazz of a pole dancer, but he made sure to take everything off and leave every article of clothing in the corner next to the door to ensure they don’t become soaked in whatever fluids that might be spilled in the near future.

Once he was finished, he stood there, hands over his junk, with four of his teachers staring at him. He didn’t know why, but they seemed… unsatisfied about something. He could see them whispering to each other on the other side of the room, but he had no way of telling what they were talking about. There was almost a minute of near silence and, surprisingly, he was the one becoming impatient.

“W-well?” Thunderlane said, confusion clear in his voice.

“Well, it would be appreciated if you could move your hands, darling.” Ms. Rarity said, breaking the silence of the mares.

“Why does that matter-” Thunderlane started.

“Did you just talk back to your superior? Do you think there is ANY room for negotiation in this matter?” Ms. Harshwhinny fired back. He could tell by her expression that she was the one growing the most impatient in the room.

Thunderlane realized he was fighting another losing battle. At this point, he just had to swallow his pride and do what they wanted. As he lowered his arms down to his sides, there was nothing left to the imagination. Every inch of his body was exposed to the world: Every muscle, every flab, and every curve of his body. The sight of his body was enough to put a grin back on the faces of the four mares, but Thunderlane knew better than to trust their grinning faces.

“Good,” Ms. Sparkle spoke up with her horn glowing. “Now I can work.”

Before Thunderlane could question what she was planning, he felt a tingling sensation surrounding his groin. When he looked down, he saw his stallionhood engulfed in a warm, purple ball of light. The light quickly began to heat up, and the slight tingle started to turn into a surprising burst of heat.

“What are you d-” Thunderlane started, only to have his words cut off by a slight pain in his groin. The fear and concern he was feeling only grew as more of his body was engulfed in the purple flame. As a surge of heat and pressure rushed inside of him, he was on the verge of screaming. His mind was on the verge of sensory overload, but it only continued to grow hotter, and hotter, and HOTTER-

And then it stopped.

Thunderlane didn’t know how long he had been out. It could’ve been minutes or hours, but he didn’t care. He needed some rest after whatever magical experiment he was just subjected to. He didn’t know the purpose for trying a spell like that, let alone what it would do to him. While his mind rushed with all the horrid things Ms. Sparkle could’ve done to his body, he knew that, dominatrix or not, she would never be cruel enough to do something too bad with a spell, could she?

As he started to sit up, he saw the four mares had made a tight ring around him. They towered over him as he tried to wake his tired body. Slowly he sat up, placing his hands to his head in an attempt to clear his thoughts as he reevaluated his situation. Looking around at the mares above him he noticed that each bore some look of amusement, ranging from mild to outright predacious.

“Aww, did you enjoy your little nap, young lady?” Ms. Sparkle asked in a teasing manner.

Why did she call me that? Thunderlane thought to himself. The question only put more red flags into his head. He was already too preoccupied with what she did to him with that spell to wonder why she was calling him a lady.

Thunderlane quickly shot one of his hands to the area between his legs. Rather than being greeted with his usual male anatomy, however, he felt something soft and squishy. It almost felt like he had a second pair of lips in between his thighs. When he looked down to his crotch, he saw that his fears had come true. His stallionhood was gone, and a vagina was currently in its place. Looking up a little from that spot, he could also faintly notice small, a-cup breasts had popped up on his chest. They likely wouldn’t stick out under a baggy shirt, but there was definitely a noticeable change, which nearly made his heart skip a beat.

“W-what did you do to me!?” Thunderland exclaimed.

“Relax. I just did a quick gender-swapping spell. It’s not permanent unless you get knocked up.” Ms. Sparkle stated nonchalantly. “Besides, the pussy fits you. With hips like those, I always thought you could pass for a flat-chested mare.”

“But WHY would you do this!?” Thunderlane shot back.

“Oh come on, did you see yourself in school today? You were a complete mess, and that was after dealing with only me and that rainbow punk. Did you really think you could take all four of us with just your throat and your ass? I’m doing you a favor right now.” Ms. Sparkle stated, unamused with Thunderlane’s disobedience.

Thunderlane felt his heart rate begin to rise. Ms. Sparkle was acting nonchalant about this, but he felt like his life was at stake! He felt drops of sweat form on his head as all sorts of nightmare scenarios played in his head. He closed his eyes in an attempt to block the anxiety from his head, but nothing could help.

Ms. Sparkle sighed, realizing this situation is entirely hopeless if she doesn't say something to calm him down. “Listen, if it makes you feel any better, I put an infertility spell on all of us to ensure none of us do anything to make you stuck like this. Plus, I'd be a pretty awful pony if I didn't change you back when we're done here.” she stated.

While hearing that did make him feel a little better, it didn't change the fact that he was uncomfortable with this whole thing. So many questions swirled through his brain, but he couldn't figure out what to say first. He took a deep breath, telling himself to just say the first thing that comes to mind.

“But-” Thunderland tried to respond, but he was pulled out of the conversation by the forceful hands of Ms. Harshwhinny. He felt her grab him head first and pull him into her crotch. He could’ve sworn there was a long skirt covering that area, but his face landed on the smooth skin of her inner thigh, mere inches away from a rather large pair of balls. As he looked up, he saw a semi-flaccid 16-inch cock, a complete absence of any clothing covering her lower body, and the face of fury.

“I have had enough of your insolence.” Ms. Harshwhinny roared. “I don’t want to hear another word out of your little whore mouth. The only thing it’s good for is bringing my crown jewels the pleasure they need. I’ve waited far too long to have you bicker all night, so I’m only going to ask you this once. Clean. My. Sack.”

Thunderlane was frozen in place. The giant orbs in front of him were intimidating, to say the least. He could feel heat radiating off of them; a heat that carried a strong musk with it. He watched as beads of sweat rolled down the sack and dripped to the floor. He gulped at he tried to figure out how he was going to avoid dealing with these goose eggs.

Thunderlane’s stalling didn’t amuse Ms. Harshwhinny in the slightest. She decided to take the initiative, tightening her grip on Thunderlane’s hair and pulling him the rest of the way into her crotch. He was completely muffled as she pressed his mouth and nose directly into her sticky ball sack. He instinctively tried to pull back, but the firm hand behind his head ensured he wouldn't be going anywhere anytime soon.

“You take too long, slut.” Ms. Harshwhinny growled. “Now get to work.”

Thunderlane could feel ball sweat rub into his skin on the first impact. His senses were overwhelmed by the musk that burned into his brain. He was still hesitant, but he could feel something in his mind starting to give. He didn’t know what it was, but there was something in the strong scent of these mares that made his head spin.

He could he could feel his lips parting to accept one of her orbs in his mouth. With a swish of the tongue, he could taste everything; every little salty drop of sweat, every roll of skin, it was all present. He didn’t think musk even had a flavor, and he definitely didn’t expect to enjoy it this much.

While he, surprisingly, was enjoying the flavors, he had to remember to be thorough. Ms. Harshwhinny was one tough customer, and she didn’t look like she was going to let him stop unless he did the job up to her high standards. He made sure to lap up every droplet of sweat to make that ball as clean as possible. Once he was satisfied with his work the first testicle, he spat it out to work the other. He could feel her balls churning with seed as he lapped all the juices off of her sack. All the while he could feel her slap his face with her hardening cock, making him flinch at every wet smack. The abuse wasn’t painful, but it made the situation all the more humiliating.

Just as he finished cleaning Ms. Harshwhinny’s balls, he felt another pair of hands grab ahold of his head. It was then he realized how tight the ring of futa mares had become. They were all practically standing hip-to-hip with each other. All of them were almost at full mast, which made it difficult for the one in the middle to maneuver without getting hit in the face with one of their lengths. Ms. Rarity -- who currently had a handful of Thunderlane’s hair -- managed to guide him through the maze of marecock unscathed, only to bury his muzzle in her crotch.

“Mmmm, you really did make Harshwhinny’s jewels squeaky clean, darling. Can you do the same for me?” Ms. Rarity asked Thunderlane in a sultry tone; all the while slowly grinding her hips into his muzzle.

Thunderlane quickly obliged, taking a long lick of the smooth skin of her sack before diving in. He made mental note of the fact that her musk had an added stench of perfume, but he didn’t think too hard on it. He had a job to do.

Thunderlane quickly got into a rhythm with his movements. He would take one of their eggs in his mouth, lap up all the juices left on the surface making sure to massage the tender flesh in the process. He would do that for every testicle; getting passed on to the next mare by the time he finished cleaning the last one. The older mares showed their appreciation for his hard work with every groan that came out of their mouths.

“Mmmm, looks like the little slut finally came around, didn’t she?” Ms. Harshwhinny purred. “You really know how to work the sack, but do you know how to work the shaft?”

Thunderlane felt Ms. Harshwhinny’s hands grab his head again as he gasped for air. Their musk was a lot thicker than he anticipated, and he struggled to get a lung-full of oxygen under the heavy drug coming off these mares. He felt his head get pulled up just enough to get out of the cloud of musk, and he was relieved with the feeling of slightly fresher air. As he kneeled there - mouth agape - trying to gather as much oxygen as he could, he failed to recognize the horny mare in front of him lining her cock up with his mouth. By the time he noticed, the thick head of her 18-inch mamba had already pressed past his lips.

He instinctively tried to back away from the sudden intrusion, but the hands on his head only pushed him in further. His cheeks bulged out as his mouth tried to make space to allow such a large piece of mare meat more room. She continued to push until he could feel her member tickle the entrance of his throat. Just as he was about to gag, she reversed motion. She pulled his head off of her shaft; still leaving the tip in to sit on his tongue. This, however, was the calm before the storm. Deciding to leave his head in place rather than bouncing it up and down her length, she gave one firm thrust into his mouth; poking against his tight throat again. He gagged as the large obstruction continued to put pressure on his esophagus. As she pulled her hips back, he wondered if he was even going to be able to speak after she was done with him.

“Ready your throat, slut. I’m done going easy on you.” Ms. Harshwhinny growled.

With a particularly hard thrust, Ms. Harshwhinny jabbed the entrance of Thunderlane’s throat with her cock. Rather than pulling back, however, she continued to push forward; working to get herself into the tightest part of his maw. He gagged harder as she slowly managed to work through his resistance. With one last push of Ms. Harshwhinny’s hips, he felt the tip of her member pop into his airway, but she wasn’t done. He went wide-eyed as more and more of her thick shaft started to disappear into his muzzle. Over a foot of mare cock squeezed into his throat, and his line of sight was completely taken over by the crotch grinding itself into his face. Ms. Harshwhinny moaned as she finally fit her member into the tight confines of his convulsing throat. She loved holding her member inside the young stallion; feeling his oxygen-deprived body struggle under her power. She knew however, that there was much more she wanted to do to him.

Just as Thunderlane started to feel light-headed from the lack of oxygen, he felt the obstruction in his throat start to pull back. He looked up at Ms. Harshwhinny’s face, and noticed something different about the look she was giving him. He couldn’t exactly put his finger on it, but there was a different kind of fire in her eyes. Everypony knew the fierce look she would give a student who did anything out of the ordinary in her class, but this had something deeper to it. It’s like she had condensed all of her carnal passion into her eyes as she stared him down intently. All he knew for sure was that the look she was giving him at that moment was more frightening than any other time she glared at him in class.

Then, all of a sudden, she rocked her hips forward, and Thunderlane felt his world rock back because of it.

Ms. Harshwhinny took all that fire and intensity in her eyes and put them back into her hips as she jackhammered them into his muzzle.That fire lit off like a firecracker inside of her, increasing her body’s speed and power as she repeatedly hollows out his throat.

Thunderlane’s oxygen-depraved mind became a blur as Ms. Harshwhinny’s carnal lust continued to rattle it. Thoughts in his head became more clouded with each thrust down his gullet. It was almost as if her cock was forcing itself into his brain, and forcing all of his thoughts out with it.

Even with every brain-rattling thrust into his throat, he still managed to pick up on a strange occurrence happening right underneath him. The erratic thrusts into his muzzle were somehow able to slide him around where he was sitting while the mare in front of him was, for the most part, holding his head in place. Using his free hands, he touched the floor around him, and found just how wet it was. He initially thought the janitor must’ve done a bad job mopping this room, until he figured out exactly where the moisture was coming from.

He shuddered as his fingers grazed his wet twat, his nerves standing on edge at the slightest touch. He sat there amazed, not only at how slick he was making the floor around him, but at just how good his new equipment felt. Sensations washed over his body that were completely foreign to him. These feelings quickly wore down his restraints, making it much more difficult to fight. All he could think about was the immense heat between his legs, and how he was going to be able to extinguish it.

Almost fully out of instinct, he let his fingers explore his nether region. His digits danced around all the complex folds of his new anatomy, all while Ms. Harshwhinny continued to hollow out his throat. A small squeal escaped his throat as he grazed over a little knob near the top of his slit. If anatomy class taught him anything, he knew that little knob was his brand new clit. The little ball of nerves started to harden from the attention it was receiving, making it harder for him to focus on anything else. He continued to rub his clit, letting wave after wave of pleasure wash over his senses.

“Awww, looks like your little pussy needs some attention.” Ms. Sparkle teased.

Suddenly, he felt Ms. Harshwhinny hilt herself inside his throat yet again, making it impossible to breathe. He couldn’t think about that for too long, however, as he felt two hands grab hold of his hips, pulling him up on shaky legs. Those hands were the only thing keeping him stable; the lack of oxygen as well as the overstimulation racking his mind keeping him from his balance. When one of those hands let go of his hip for whatever reason, his legs nearly give out underneath him, but he just barely caught himself. As soon as he was back on his feet, Ms. Harshwhinny went back in action, roughly forcing herself into his throat repeatedly.

Suddenly, he knew exactly why the other hand let go of his hip. A shiver went down his spine as he felt fingers spread apart his new lips. He had been touching himself down there plenty already, but having someone else do it made the sensation so much more intense.

“Wow, you really are wet, aren’t you?” Ms. Sparkle teased. “ I almost don’t think I have to warm you up. You’re already on fire!”

Even though her words said otherwise, he still felt her digits make the plunge into his brand new foal maker. His mind grew cloudy as all these foreign sensations continued to assault his body. His body was trying to understand all these new signals, but some part of him was fighting against them. Some part of him stayed stubborn, refusing to give in.

Meanwhile, the fingers inside him continued to work down those defences. They dug as deep inside him as possible, knuckles hilting against his labia. Twisting and prodding, those dexterous fingertips soon found a very sensitive spot inside of him, and pushed hard. The effect was immediate; a wave of hot electric pleasure shot up his spine, and he let out a guttural moan around the intruder in his throat. But Ms. Sparkle didn’t let up. Before Thunderlane could gather his wits, she slowly but firmly began pistoning her fingers, using her whole arm as leverage, rubbing that exquisitely delicate spot over and over. This hand was not that of some little filly touching herself for the first time, or an inexperienced colt testing his way forward on his girlfriend. Ms. Sparkle had clearly done this many times before, and knowing her, probably memorized books on the subject. Thunderlane could only whimper, arching his back and melting into her touch as she played his pussy like a fiddle.

His mind felt like it was being buried under the weight of these new pleasures surrounding him, but some part of him was still fighting against it. What was left of his rational mind gave one last hurrah, coming up with a desperate plan to at least stall for time. Using muscles he was sure he never had before, he squeezed tightly around the fingers inside his foal hole. He was trying to push the fingers out of his body, but the attempt didn't do much more than make Ms. Sparkle chuckle. Asserting her control over him, she simply pushed through and kept plowing him for another minute. He was getting deliciously close to climax, his hips bucking into her skilled hand, his cunt positively drooling with need. But just when he dared to hope she would push him over the edge, she stopped.

“Hey, pull out of her for a second. I want to ask this little lady something~” Ms. Sparkle purred, withdrawing her fingers from his depths. He shivered and whined in frustration as he was denied his release, his burning hot pussy left to clench around nothing but cold air.

Ms. Harshwhinny harrumphed and grudgingly followed through with her colleague’s request, slowly letting her length drag along the inside of his esophagus. An audible pop could be heard as her member escaped his throat, completely opening up his airways for the first time in what felt like an eternity. Thunderlane’s chest heaved as Ms. Harshwhinny’s rod flopped out of his mouth, finally able to fill his lungs with as much air as they needed. He didn’t even care that every breath he took was saturated with thick, spicy maremusk.

He soon found himself holding that breath as he felt Ms. Sparkle's cock rubbing against his nethers. While her length, and girth, were no different from the day before the sensation of her lightly throbbing marecock pressed against his newly found lady bits sent a tingle up his spine. The heat radiating from from his marehood made him almost long to get filled. He tried to force those thoughts out of his mind, but that task seemed near impossible at this point. Those thoughts only seemed to make him more wet, supplying the mare behind him with ample lube.

“So Thunderlane… I only have one question for you: what do you want right now?” Ms. Sparkle asked in a suspiciously neutral tone.

“I-I…” Thunderlane stammered, his words getting caught in his throat. He knew exactly what he wanted; he wanted something, ANYTHING to put out the sweltering heat inside him, and he knew Ms. Sparkle’s massive fire hose was likely the best way to do it. For some reason he just couldn’t bring himself to say it.

“I.. P-please…” Thunderlane whimpered.

“Just spit it out, slut. We don’t have all day.” Ms. Harshwhinny groaned.

Thunderlane took a deep breath, swallowing his pride as he prepared to speak. “Please… I-I need you... Inside me…” he whined, desperation in his voice.

“There we go, good girl.” Ms. Sparkle beamed as she lined herself up with his sopping pussy.

Thunderlane grit his teeth as he felt the force of Ms. Sparkle’s shaft against his entrance. He could feel the effort she was putting into trying to penetrate him; she was really straining to fit herself in his underused pussy. Even with his entrance as lubed up as it was, she still needed to put a considerable amount of power behind her hips to fit inside him. For a second, he almost thought it would be impossible for her to fit in that hole, but he underestimated the might of Ms. Sparkle.

In a flash, Ms. Sparkle managed to force more than half of her shaft inside Thunderlane’s pussy in a single thrust. He winced, the sudden penetration making a sharp pain shoot up his body. He felt another warm liquid trickle down the inside of his leg, a sinking feeling of dread passed over him as he realized exactly what it was. If he had a hymen before this, he knew it had to have been destroyed by the force of that first thrust.

Ms. Sparkle then reared back, and gave another aggressive thrust into him, hollowing him out to give herself easier access. That alone seemed to be enough to wash the pain from his mind, and flood it yet again with absolute bliss. Yes, this was exactly what he needed. His body was made to be filled with cock, and his hungriest hole was finally stuffed. His thighs were quivering, and his toes were going numb. He felt pins and needles all over his body. He almost felt like he was going to cum just from having Ms. Sparkle inside him. And then everything got even better. She quickly got into a rhythm, rapidly rocking her hips back and forth into him. Thunderlane could do nothing to contain himself, the pleasure absolutely consuming him. His jaw hung agape, tongue lolling out of his mouth as he fully gave into his carnal desires.

Ms. Harshwhinny took Thunderlane’s open mouth as an invitation, and made sure to swiftly act on it. She reared her hips back, lining herself up with her target, and slammed herself home, hilting back into his throat in one swift movement. Thunderlane gagged, the sudden intrusion bringing his mind back to where he was. The shortness of breath was immediate, but he found himself enjoying it a little bit more. He wanted her cock to abuse his wanton throat, something he knew she was waiting ever so patiently to do. She immediately resumed the rhythm she held before, her crotch pounding against his muzzle fast enough to make his head spin, and he still wanted more.

“Don’t forget about us, darling!” Ms. Rarity exclaimed, reminding Thunderlane of her presence. Before he could react, he felt his balance shift, his hands being taken out from under him. His body was now being supported in full by the two mares at his front and back, his own legs proving useless, bent over like he was. He suddenly felt drops of pre make contact with both of his hands, signaling what his other two teachers were planning to do with them. Without preamble Ms. Rarity and Ms. Cheerilee began running their members across his palms. Almost from pure instinct, he stroked all the way up and down both their lengths, feeling their heartbeat through their throbbing veins with each pump of his hand.

He was aggressively rocked back and forth like a boat through a storm as he took on the hurricane that was his teachers’ sexual depravity. He was getting hit from all sides, completely boxed in by their relentless desires. Every moan, every ounce of their musk in the air, every throb of their cocks was enough to put his new nerves on edge. He didn’t know how, but it seemed as if just a quick change of equipment was enough to to make his whole body so much more sensitive. Even the slightest movement was enough to send shivers down his spine, and he loved every second of it. He wanted them to use him. He wanted them to abuse him.

For tonight, he wanted to be their mare.

His throat was sore and his lungs were burning, but neither he nor Ms. Harshwhinny cared as she ravaged his mouth and rattled his brain. Ms. Sparkle’s hefty balls slapped his stomach with every thrust, and the girthy base of her cock spread his cunt painfully, delightfully wide. What little concentration he could scrape together was used to assist Ms. Rarity and Ms. Cheerilee in stroking their rock hard shafts, which was particularly difficult since they weren’t in sync. Drunk on pleasure, musk and hormones, he lost track of time, happily letting the four mares have their way with him as long as they wanted. After what could have been minutes or hours for all he knew, the grunts and moans of his teachers became more earnest. Their thrusts and strokes grew more erratic. His arms were weak, and his insides felt like they were melting. And with the onset of a tickling sensation behind his feet, he knew what was sure to be a massive orgasm was drawing close...

Then, the dam broke. Roars erupted from their mouths as they started cumming, letting their infertile seed blast inside him. Thunderlane felt his insides get painted creamy white as numerous jets of cum were let loose. He could also feel the cocks in his hands start to throb as they reached their own peaks. The fur on his back was matted down as he was coated in a massive layer of seed. All of this happening made his mind shut off for a brief second as he reached his own peak. The sensations he was going through were hard to explain. The best way he could describe it was that it was… Different. Never before had his body been flooded by this kind of pleasure, and it was far better than anything he had experienced as a stallion. His muscles tensed as he lost control, giving in to this immense state iif nirvana.

As they all finished, they pulled out of the young pegasus, letting him fall somewhat gracelessly to the floor. A splashing sound rang through the room as he landed in a pool of leftover cum. The sensory overload was too much to bear and left him absolutely exhausted, so while he wasn't a big fan of resting on the floor, he made do. Just when he saw about to shut his eyes, he felt two pairs of hands lifting him from the ground. Looking to his sides, he saw Ms. Rarity and Ms. Cheerilee take it upon themselves to give him a helping hand, lifting him up and over to a couch conveniently placed at the other end of the room. He was gently lowered back-first onto the seat, letting him properly adjust to the new resting spot. Now satisfied, he could comfortably shut his eyes...

Just as he did that, he felt a large weight land on top of him. He tried to react, but his arms were pinned down to the couch. He was completely immobilized before he even knew what was going on. As he opened his eyes, he saw the pony holding him down was none other than Ms. Harshwhinny, her still-erect cock leaking pre onto his stomach as she ground it into his chest. But he couldn’t focus on that, as the fierce death glare she was giving him burned into his mind.

“What? You thought you were going to be done after just one round? And when two of your superiors only got to use your hands? Unacceptable…” Ms. Harshwhinny snarled. “I hope you're ready, cause we're going to be here a while.”

Thunderlane stumbled out the front door of the school, barely able to keep his balance on the way out. It felt like his legs just didn’t want to work properly, making him a wobbly, shaky mess. He couldn’t blame them. Every muscle in his body was sore and aching, and that included his legs.

He couldn’t tell exactly how long his teachers used him. It became such a blur after a while. Before he knew it, He was in the janitor’s closet getting cleaned up by the janitor. His phone had died since he went to detention, so the only indicator he had for the time was the surprisingly dark sky he was greeted with when he went outside. He could only imagine he had spent several hours in detention.

That thought, however, only made him worried. His parents were expecting him home at a certain time, and he was sure that time had passed. He had to hurry home if he were to get there before his parents could get too mad, but it was already difficult enough to move at any capacity. He knew his house was only a quarter of a mile away, but that felt like it was halfway across Equestria to his tired legs…

Just as things seemed hopeless, he saw a pair of headlights shine some light through the dark. He thought they would just pass the school, but to his surprise, the car parked itself directly in front of him. He looked at the car confusedly for a moment, not recognizing the vehicle from anywhere. It wasn’t until the window rolled down that he realized exactly who it was.

A rainbow mane immediately caught his eye as the window rolled down. Thunderlane had to keep a groan from passing his lips as he saw Rainbow dash in the driver’s seat. He really wasn’t all too fond of the idea of seeing her again, especially after yesterday’s detention. She was likely going to expect the same kind of ‘special treatment’ Ms. Sparkle made him give her, something Thunderlane didn’t want to think about right now.

That’s when he noticed somepony in the front passenger seat. Well, he shouldn't really say somepony. Sitting right next to Dash was the much larger griffon exchange student Gilda. He shouldn't really be surprised by her sight. Dash and Gilda have stuck together like glue since Gilda’s initial arrival. They’ve competed in almost all of the same sports teams, constantly trying to one-up each other. At the end of the day, however, they always were closer than anyone else in the school. Think of it like a friendly rivalry of sorts.

“Yo, you got all my texts, right? My parents are outta town for the week, so we‘re throwing a party at my place. You comin’ or what?” Rainbow Dash asked impatiently.

He knew full well about the party Dash was talking about. She had been messaging him incessantly throughout the day, trying to sell this party to him every chance she got. He, however had no interest in going with her. Even if he were into the idea of going with her, he was much too tired to want to do anything that high-energy. He would just walk away and ignore their offer…

...Well, he would, if his legs wanted to work right now.

He took one step away from the car, and his legs gave out under him, making him collapse on the sidewalk. He was relatively quick to catch himself, his arms landing under him to keep from slamming head-first into the pavement. He was quick to try and push himself back on his feet, but he saw both Dash and Gilda jump out of the car to his aid.

“Whoa, you alright lil guy? You’re not lookin’ too good...” Gilda asked, reaching a talon out to help him up.

“Ms. Sparkle must’ve been relentless today, huh?” Dash fretted, helping Thunderlane keep his balance.

“N-no, I’m fine…” Thunderlane mumbled, trying to deflect their concerns.

“Well you don’t look fine to me. Do you need a lift? We can get you outta here safe.” Dash offered.

As much as Thunderlane wanted to avoid Dash, he couldn’t think of an excuse to not get a ride. He was in no condition to get home the way he is. It would likely take him half the night if he tried alone. With no other choice, he nodded, accepting her offer.

“Great! Let me help you in the car.” Dash beamed.

With one arm draped around both their shoulders, Thunderlane walked to the back of the car. Gilda opened the back passenger-side door, while Dash guided him to the seat. When he got in the car, he got a good look at the interior. It wasn’t the newest car, but it at least looked like Dash knew how to take care of it. He couldn’t pay too much mind to it, however, as his eyelids became incredibly heavy the second he sat down. By the time Dash got in and started the ignition, Thunderlane was already drifting off to sleep.