“Because I am his marefriend!”

It was a loud resolute shout which echoed loudly and proudly through the school yard. A shout which seemed to rattle any foal nearby..

‘Harem ending?’ Timber couldn’t help but inwardly joke at the sheer ridiculousness of the situation. There was little else to think for him as his mind crashed and burned, reeling from whatever was happening.

‘Didn’t she want to arrest me?’

Diamond Tiara was startled as much as him. She looked...almost horrified at what she heard, before it settled back on rage.

“You are obviously lying!” she accused Zipporwhill, but the filly stood strong, with her chest pushed out proudly. “I just broke up with Timber on Friday! A few days ago! This is such an obvious and laughable lie! Especially since I have never seen you justice nutjob anywhere near him! And I have to know it as I was always near him! So when would you have even had a chance?!”

The pink filly panted as she got her tirade out, seemingly exhausted from always being angry...or just being exceptionally angry today. This was just as bad as when he first met her.

“I did on Saturday. He invited me up to his room. Just the two of us by our lonesome and he…” Zipporwhill paused, her determination waning as her head blushed and she lowered her gaze, “k-kissed me.”

Timber gave a startled cry as Diamond’s head snapped noisily to him with breakneck speed and she gave him one of the most hateful glares he had ever seen from her, maybe even the most hateful, with an angry vein pulsing on her forehead.

“I-It was an accident!” Timber defended.

“It w-was the m-most passionate kiss I ever received,” droned on the embarrassed, blushing filly.

“It was your f-first kiss!” Timber spluttered in protest. Not that it helped.

“I will a-always cherish it.”

“Please, don’t!”

“ENOUGH!” Diamond yelled, seemingly having her rage batteries recharged somewhat from their unintended banter. Her glare switched between the two, before finally settling on Timber who gulped, bracing himself for what was to come.

The pink filly’s cheeks inflated. So much that he feared the tirade that was no doubt about to come.

“TIMBER YOU BAKA!” she screamed at him loudly with so much power that it lifted her cute little plot up for a moment, before quickly turning tail and running away. Rumble following after her. Timber could only stare dumbfounded, his mouth slightly agape.

“...Okay?”.

Zipporwhill meanwhile pressed to his side, nuzzling along his neck and his cheek happily like a cat.

The contact made his heart flutter.

“...O-Okay?” he repeated at the new oddity.

Long story short, Timber needed an out. This was all just too ridiculous.

Also the commotion had drawn a crowd of curious foals.

And he meant, all the foals. Even the chaos trio that had once demanded a catapult from him for cutie mark purposes.

So he quickly booked it to one of the remotely wooden benches for lunch. Benches that were supplied by his parents company, Timber Woodworks Unlimited.

And yeah, he was named after the company. Mainly so he could be the company’s mascot.

He still had nightmares from that one. It was an embarrassing affair. Their parents are still thinking about going for a new mascot too.

Anyway, back on topic. Timber normally wanted to get back to Wolfie, but couldn’t. Zipporwhill was following him. And she did so with her chest sticking out proudly, fluffing up her...chest fluff.

Weird pegasus courting thing. He never cared to look too deep into it and only remembered that she wants to warn the others off that he was hers.

She also tried to rub on him repeatedly, to get her scent all over him.

More weird pegasus traditions.

Actually, it was quite lucky that Wolfie was a Timberwolf. This way he only smelled of timber when he was cuddling with her, which could probably be seen as his base smell, or as something given for a woodcraft pony like him.

Not important for the moment though. As soon as they were far, far away and he was seated, he turned next to her. Zipporwhill of course having taken the place next to him, despite the bench being empty on either side.

For now there was one question burning on his mind. A question that left his mind still in shambles. Something that made him blush just thinking about it.

So, after making sure the other foals were far enough away and had gotten back to playing, he turned his head to her and asked her as politely as possible-

“W-What the BUCK was that?!” Timber yelled, though making sure it was a more subdued yell as to not gather any new onlookers. By this point he had also completely forgotten that he was actually supposed to be the one fearing her.

Right now, he couldn’t care less of course. She just blurted something this crazy and possibly utterly embarrassing out for all to hear, practically putting him on the spot and making him the talk of the school yard for many days to come.

He didn’t want this attention.

Zipporwhill meanwhile simply scrunched her muzzle in distaste. “You swore.”

The brown colt opened his mouth to realize that, yes indeed, he swore. Again. Only this time out loud. His ears wilted a bit.

“I’m sorry,” he told her, feeling remorseful of how his manners were slipping today.

She patted his back comfortingly, her plot inconspicuously shifting towards him all the while.

“It is okay...this one time. I think this reaction might be normal, considering the circumstances. And of course you are curious about the situation in case you don’t have the knowledge to come to the correct conclusion. So, here it is...we were betrothed after the kiss. Seeing as this is tradition after all.”

Timber blinked owlishly, something tickling at the back of his mind.

“Wait… Wasn’t this a unicorn tradition?”

The filly’s eyes flitted left and right innocently.

“I am a unicorn at heart.”

“...Suuuure.”

She nodded sagely to herself, “Mhm!” Then she pressed her body against his.

‘S-Soft,’ the earth pony colt thought with a soft quiver of his body.

Still, he scooted away.

“I-I think you got enough of your scent on me by now!”

The glasses-wearing filly hummed in thought, tapping her chin.

“That is probably true,” she acquiesced, but seeming none too happy with it. Or was she more confused? Uncertain how to proceed?

It was hard to tell as she brought out her lunch box, as well as a water bottle, from the saddle bags she had picked back up after the whole confrontation.

Timber did the same, his hoof grabbing his prepared lunch box and a juice box. He had simple cheese sandwiches.

They sat there in silence. Normally not a bad thing. And normally Timber would have left it at that. Right now however he was still as confused as ever. He might not be the most perceptive one, but even he could see an excuse as clear as this. Unicorn tradition as a pegasus? It just made no sense to him. And despite her overarching zealousness, he always pecked the filly for one of logic...when her mind wasn’t too deep down in her justice-filled mindset.

So he gathered all the courage he could, his head turning to her.

“It is obviously not a unicorn tradition. So, why announce this betrothal? Just to throw Diamond off?”

The small filly looked at him, before avoiding her eyes, one hoof rubbing across the other.

“After the...you know what happened. I went to my parents to ask for advice. My heart was just hammering repeatedly in my chest. In a strange and to me completely unknown way. And they explained it to me,” she told him, her voice turning more resolute as she met his gaze. “That this feeling in my chest is obviously a good feeling. A feeling that I have to chase, so that is why I am chasing it!”

Almost as an afterthought she added, “Oh, and I do like the unicorn kiss tradition. So I went with that.”

Timber wanted to rub his ears, just to make sure he had heard her right. This filly basically just said that because her heart was hammering after the kiss, she became his fillyfriend.

‘This is ridiculous! It doesn’t make even the least amount of sense! My heart hammers in my chest whenever I’m afraid, or when I am nervous about a school test! And I am certainly not in love with advanced algebra! Also, why do her parents even explain it this weirdly in the first place?! Shouldn’t parents try to break up any romance their foal has, or at least oppose it?!’

To be fair, his parents of course weren’t any different from hers in foal romance regards, much to his own chagrin.

Zipporwhill seemed to take his silence as a sign to go on as she took a breath in and out.

“I am not too ashamed to admit that I have a crush on you...despite your obvious delinquent attitude. But don’t worry, I will fix this!” she said, seeming particularly proud of herself..

Timber simply raised a brow. Whatever she meant, it couldn’t be good.

“What delinquent behavior?” he asked her warily. As far as he knew, he was a particularly well-behaved colt. Sure, a background dweller ordinarily, but one that kept to the rules. Well...discounting recent events. He was sure that getting a pet and hiding it from his parents was rule-breaking behavior. As was looking into their dressers to borrow things, or kiss a random filly on the lips. Not to mention that he doubted his classroom activity would be looked upon favorably by Miss Cheerilee, if she ever found out. And yeah, his whole intimacy with Wolfie in general as she was a pet and not a pony or other speaking race. Oh, and swearing just now.

...Had this delinquent list always been that long?

He almost missed Zipporwhill answering.

“Suspicious behavior, possibly criminal activities, resisting arrest...” the filly then blushed, “a-and other unspeakable crimes!” she nodded to herself repeatedly.

The colt actually felt better with this relatively shorter list of crimes from her. At least until the fourth and last point.

‘S-She noticed,’ he mentally recalled. At least the filly did seem rather flushed, just like he was shortly before cumming during class.

The filly fidgeted around. “O-Of course it would be poor for a filly of justice to let your behavior slide, so I will just have to keep an eye on you and reform you, just like Fluttershy reformed Discord with her romantic charm!”

‘...She did?’ Timber wondered, not quite remembering when Fluttershy used feminine wiles, or even being able to imagine it with said mare in the first place.

A minor concern, seeing how she told him she wanted to put surveillance on him, because apparently she thought he was some sort of future criminal to happen if she didn’t show him the light.

Yeah...he has to deter her from it.

He breathed in and out deeply, his food forgotten for the moment.

“First off...that behavior at home was a misunderstanding. I have a secret. A secret I don’t want to share which is in no way illegal. It is legal to have secrets and you trying to put your muzzle into private secrets is actually rather rude,” he started, quickly trying to deflect from how he was lying here. There surely was something illegal about housing a pup from a dangerous species...or being intimate with her.

Luckily the filly had the sense to look away guiltily, almost making his face brighten up at how it was working. He was glad that he managed to suppress it before she could see it. No need to ruin a saved situation.

He was about to wave her concerns off as he proved them futile as…

“Illegal activity in the classroom.”

Timber tensed. And she saw it. Clearly.

He wasn’t used to lying, so suppressing the surprise and sheer dread didn’t work out for him.

“Aha!” she pointed at him resolutely, while her cheeks were red, “You did it!”

Now it was his turn to squirm, his eyes avoiding her piercing orbs.

“D-Did what?” he asked, trying to sound innocent, but couldn’t keep the nervousness out of his tone.

‘S-She probably has no idea I did anything sexual, but just mistook it for something else,’ he said, giving himself some blanket comfort. Thinking on it, this could be real comfort. The chances of her knowing what was going on were slim. Well, a bit less slim for her guessing it was something sexual, albeit still slim nonetheless. So slim chances of her coming to a correct conclusion or one that was close could be seen as helpful comfort.

In this moment he didn’t feel like it was though.

Zipporwhill gulped, but her gaze held a strong determination. Despite that she seemed nervous to be cutting into the topic. Or what she thought was the topic.

There was after all no way this naive innocent filly di-

“You touched your thingy.”

His thought process screeched to a halt, practically derailed. His mind wasn’t fully there, so he blurted out the first thing that managed to get through.

“How did you know that?!”

Only to realize his mistake and clamp both hooves over his mouth.

Zipporwhill panted now, looking at him eagerly.

Maybe this had taken a lot out of her.

“I knew it! You confessed your crime!” she pointed a hoof at him in triumph before he quickly shushed her, some heads already turning in their direction.

“K-Keep it down!”

The pale beige filly saw that he meant and seemed sheepish for all but a second before her confidence and outright zealousness was back.

“And I still was right~” she singsonged, wings fluttering in clear elation. “Your crime was revealed and confirmed. However, seeing how...you weren’t looking at any other...behinds than my...own...I am not willing to press charges, I will set you on probation. Probation meaning I will spend my free time with you, to help you reform from your heinous ways.”

Timber faceplanted his head into the table, groaning, before shielding his head with his hooves additionally.

“This isn’t necessary,” he muffledly and dejectedly protested, clearly knowing he wasn’t getting out of this.

“It is! I would be a bad marefriend and a bad filly cop if I just turned a blind eye to this,” she insisted as Timber could only grumble, then his ears perked up lightly as he turned his head to her, moving his hooves under his chin to look at her.

“How did you know about those things anyway? They didn’t really mention touching oneself in the classes yet, if it is even a topic we will hear about,” he wondered.

It was something he was genuinely curious about, as he didn’t quite understand how she learned about those things.

‘Maybe magazines? Or watching her parents?’

Zipporwhill’s cheeks blushed once more, but hardly as much as before as she seemingly was slowly getting used to the conversation topic. Still, she shifted and hummed in thought, debating with herself if she should share before taking a calming breath in and out. Princess Cadance’s famous breathing tactic if he remembered correctly.

“Seeing as you are my coltfriend, it of course is mandatory to be honest. It isn’t that exciting of a story though. One night while sleeping over at Manehattan by my cousin I woke up in the night to use the toilet and found her...touching herself. I was startled and fell in the door, much to her shock. But she was kind enough to give me a run down on this adult exclusive activity, telling me about its social meaning and gravity. One of the points being that doing that in public was strictly prohibited. Not to mention, as an adult exclusive activity it was forbidden to foals, despite it seemingly ‘feeling great’. Even showed me with herself as a test dummy what it was, how it worked and what I most definitely shouldn’t do. It was great advice and I held strong to it this day.”

‘Wait, so her cousin touched herself in various ways in front of her to show her what not to do? Maybe it is just me, but that sounds more like she was actually trying to reach the opposite.’

His eyes then travelled over the proudly smiling filly.

‘And she didn’t get that. At all,’ he thought, noting a slight obliviousness in her. ‘No, not slight. She is just thick in the head. Hopefully someone hits me if I ever get like that.’

“Alright then,” he finally said, ending the conversation effectively as he had not anything else to say. What could he even say? That he wanted to visit that cousin out of curiosity? That wouldn’t exactly go over well.

He hummed as he bit into his sandwich while Zipporwhill eyed him some more, before going back to her own food.

Omelette with toast. The enchantment in the box was even keeping it warm. Maybe Timber should get such a box too. Or have his wooden lunch box (of course it was wooden) enchanted.

All in all it was a comfortable silence. Timber liked that. Rather peaceful compared to how the break was going for him, so he was all for such a restful mood.

Just as he had eaten one toast and sucked one juice box dry, did the bell on the school tower chim its merry tune. He could see a certain pink pony banging the inside with her head...

Then again, maybe he was just imagining it.

The colt packed up and was ready to go then he remembered…

‘Wolfie!’

It was a panicked thought that made his body go rigid, right as he jumped off the bench and was saddling himself up with his bags.

He couldn’t see it, but Zipporwhill raised a brow at him at his strange behavior, before walking past him.

“Are you coming?” she inquired.

“I, uh, need to do...something,” Timber tried lamely, his eyes switching nervously left and right.

The filly squinted her eyes at him in a light suspicious glare.

“I will accompany you then.”

“T-That is not necessary!”

“Oh, but it is! If it really is that important, I wouldn’t want to have you go alone for…?” she asked, rolling her hoof to coax him to slip up or tell her outright.

By this point all the other foals were filing into the school doors, their teacher standing beside said door and waving them over.

There was no time to retrieve Wolfie. Not without raising several red flags not only with Zipporwhill, but also his teacher.

He sighed, hanging his head in defeat as he trudged towards the school.

“...It is nothing,” he mumbled despondently, seeing no way how to get her.

‘Hope she is staying close to school and doesn’t cause any trouble,’ was all he could think as he entered the room.

Classes were dragging on.

More than usual.

Timber eyed the clock impatiently.

‘Come on,’ he tried, as if staring long enough would convince the clockhoof to move faster.

It didn’t.

He suppressed a groan. One of many as he looked from the clock to the blackboard. Written Equish. Not an interesting topic. He knew how to write perfectly, so he wasn’t sure what more was there to learn.

Though it was better than focusing on a pink filly glaring at him.

Diamond was, when he came back into class, pensive at first. It didn’t hold long as her face morphed to one of clear displeasure. A displeasure that had focused on Zipporwhill for the first half of the lesson, who simply glared back unimpressed.

Then the pink filly turned to use her clear dagger glaring stare on him.

It was very effective.

Only in the opposite way.

Timber didn’t feel particularly threatened. He was in the middle of class after all. Instead it reminded him of the disapproving gaze Zipporwhill had thrown him, back when he was having Wolfie help him to...relieve some stress.

And there has been some stress building with that crazy brack shenanigans.

However, with no Wolfie in sight, not to mention he didn’t want to prove Zipporwhill right with her delinquent idea, he could do little more than weather it, glancing towards Diamond’s own rear.

She was after all seated right to Zipporwhill.

Quite convenient really.

And then it became strange.

Diamond seemingly found out that he wasn’t bothered by his stare and tried something different.

She lifted her hoof and Cheerilee saw it.

“Yes, Diamond Tiara?”

“I forgot my textbook, so I will relocate to look into somepony else’s book, if that is okay with you.”

Their teacher frowned, but nodded shortly afterwards.

“I see. Then you can share one with-”

“I already have one in mind,” she quickly dismissed and stood up.

Timber shrugged. It didn’t really interest him too much if she forgot her textbook. He only found it a slight pity as it would most likely hinder his sight of her rear...

‘...I really should stop thinking like that.’

His brow furrowed in consternation as he tried his best to level these thoughts. And he was actually succeeding to push them down.

Until he felt a body sitting down next to him and touching into his side.

Timber instinctually slided a bit over in surprise as his head looked up.

“Zippo-” he started to say, only to look into some brilliant baby blue eyes.

...Timber was pretty sure Zipporwhill’s eyes were more of a cyan.

Maybe he was mistaking it though.

Only that he wasn’t as the pink fur was a dead giveaway.

Diamond huffed, pulling his textbook over as Timber instinctively put a hoof over his erection to hide it.

“D-Diamond?” he asked with a surprised reddening of his cheeks, feeling not as comfortable as well as more comfortable all of a sudden at the same time as his cock throbbed at the close contact.

“I forgot my textbook. You should be grateful I choose to look into yours,” she answered curtly, before smirking, her eyes flitting from the blackboard to him.

“Of course this will be as close as you will ever get to me. I am deeply in love with Rumble after all. We are an ITEM,” she bragged, albeit making sure not to do it loudly so that Cheerilee wouldn’t hear them.

“Um...yes...I suppose you are?” he told her unsurely.

Somehow this was the wrong thing to say.

She actively pressed into his body, setting a hoof on his thigh as she glared at him.

The filly seemed to mull something over for a moment, before her eyes noticed Timber’s own hoof pressed between his legs.

The colt had no time to stop her as she lifted it and his cock sprang forth.

A smug look crossed Diamond’s features.

“Oh yes, I am.” she answered belatedly to his question before, surprisingly, setting a hoof on his dick, gripping it at the base.

Timber had to bite into his foreleg to suppress a pleased whicker as Diamond then started to move her hoof up and down, the soft short fur, tickling his cock as she did so.

It was confusing. It was surprising. It was...Timber had no idea. It felt good, so he wasn’t stopping her, even if he had no clue what was going on.

“You know, this is the most you will ever get out of me. Rumble gets the full program, but you will only ever get this. I would almost pity you, if you hadn’t turned your back on me for the next best filly that strut across the street,” she whispered into his ear, before throwing a quick malicious look at Zipporwhill.

The words were mean. Timber knew that. And yet in this very moment, the pleasure did trump them easily as he was more focused on it.

His dick was hot, some pre gathering at its tip as he felt Diamond continue unhindered.

“Jealous? To know that Rumble got all of this and more while you are stuck with some stuck-up wannabe cop? Though maybe I could forgive your blunder if you got rid of her and came back to me as a loyal servant,” she coaxed as Timber suppressed another moan, his eyes trying to stay fixed on the blackboard.

...He was getting closer.

“I forgot my textbook!” a high voice suddenly exclaimed.

It startled Timber as much as Diamond Tiara, who’s tight grip almost faltered as every eye in the class turned to the filly that had disrupted the lesson.

Cheerilee sighed, trying to keep it quiet enough for the class to not hear as her eyes settled on the other tiara-wearing filly.

“You forgot your textbook too? Please, remember it next time Zipporwhill.”

“I will,” she nodded...strangely resolute?

“Now you can-”

“I already know who to sit with,” she interrupted, making Cheerliee huff lightly at being interrupted by the second filly in a row.

She nodded all the same, motioning for her to go on, which she did immediately.

The filly hopped off her seat...and suddenly a form squished in on his left side.

And it was squished. Now trapped between pink fur and pale beige one. He practically could feel them glued to his side, making his face heat up at the unexpected contact.

Worst of all, Diamond hadn’t let go of his cock, which was pulsing from excitement. An excitement the pink filly disproved off as she gave it a warning squeeze, which made Timber almost whiny in distress.

Their teacher, as well as the whole class meanwhile looked on dumbfounded at him, the colt with two fillies by his side. He imagined it had to be quite the sight. A sight he really didn’t want to provide.

“...Zipporwhill, Timber is already sharing his textbook,” Cheerilee finally said to her with a raised brow, though the little bundle of energy was hardly discouraged.

“I insist!”

“Not to mention you are squeezing the poor colt i-”

“I insist!” the filly parroted again, even more steely.

Cheerilee gave a look that conveyed, ‘I don’t get nearly paid enough for this’ as she gave up on reasoning with her and instead continued the lecture.

“Get lost, justice freak!” Diamond meanwhile hissed at the newly seated filly with clear venom, while Zippo turned her head to face her.

Timber pulled his head back as far as he could to not be on the receiving end of any of those death glares.

...He also clearly hoped Zipporwhill wouldn’t notice how Diamond had stroked his cock under the table.

At least she was doing it under the table. It provided enough cover and he hoped she would let go soon. For now he had to keep still, making sure his hips were far enough down the seat to hide his erection.

“He is my coltfriend, so no. I don’t think so. I won’t let you bully him during class.”

There was a light growl that escaped Diamond’s pink lips, her body pressing more into his side as she got an idea.

An idea that involved stroking his dick again.

Timber snapped his head to her, looking at her incredulously as if she had gone mad.

Then again, he knew this was a pot calling the kettle back situation, considering his own misgivings during the lessons before the first break.

Not to mention that a part of him actually wanted her to continue.

So with all of that in mind, he could hardly put any power in his stare to stop her. However, seeing as this is Diamond Tiara he doubted she would even stop if he did protest more. She was a filly that always got what she wanted normally So if she wanted to masturbate him right next to Zipporwhill in the middle of class, then Celestia is his witness she would do so.

“Bully?” Diamond asked innocently, giving his hard shaft some fast and steady jerks. “I just told him, he would be better off serving some graceful filly like me. Not some justice nutcase. If it comes down to looks alone, I got you beat twenty times over, without breaking a sweat. That you even wear a tiara is an insult to me.”

The filly puffed her cheeks out for a moment, clearly insulted by this, before quickly wrapping her forelegs around Timber’s side and pulling him towards her.

“You don’t own tiaras because of your name. Besides, who would even care for a spoilt rich brat, when they could have a more pure experience? Timber likes pure girls! That is why he kissed me after all and not you!” she hissed back.

Timber could barely believe how he was pulled with his head protectively into Zipporwhill’s chest like a lost little puppy -to be fair, he felt like one between their bickering- and all that while Diamond was still working over his dick. The pre was spilling from it freely, the drops running down his length before her pink hoof swiped over them and smeared them over his shaft and her own hoof.

He had trouble controlling his panting as he saw Diamond’s eyes flick to him, her jaw set in a thin line for a moment of silence.

...Then she lunged her head towards his lips.

Seconds later he could feel soft pink lips pressing on his own before a tongue was shoved into his mouth, daring him to protest as it touched down on his own, swirling around it.

The colt gave a suprised muffled sound, while he heard Zippo gasp indignantly, but hushed to not draw any attention.

It made Timber glad that he was pulled down slightly against Zipporwhill’s chest as it made the table obstruct the sight of their heated kiss.

In hindsight it was probably good Diamond cut the kiss short, even despite Timber honestly having the slight urge for that to not be the case.

Of course in that moment he couldn’t think. His head simply turned red and smoke puffed out of his ears as his mind overheated.

“T-There! Y-You can get kisses along with other rewards if you just become my pet!” Diamond hissed.

He could see that she was blushing herself now and seemed rather annoyed that Zipporwhill had forced her hoof in this.

“I-I can give you better!” Zipporwhill countered, diving her head down in an upside down kind of kiss. It was more chaste as there was no tongue, but she was clearly straining as she forced herself to perform such an act during class.

Timber meanwhile flailed his limbs helplessly, having lost track of what was even going on. He only knew that he was about to blow, so he bucked his hips instinctively up into the pink hooves grip.

As the pale beige filly pulled off his lips she noticed this, her lower eyes travelling to his hips under the table…

Her head turned just as red as Timber’s, completing the trio of thoroughly blushing foals.

It took her a moment to react as she saw his throbbing shaft for the first time and how it was spilling an especially large glob of pre down its length in a tantalizing display.

She shook herself out of it, whinnying softly in some distress, before turning a scathing look to Diamond Tiara.

“C-Cease this criminal activity at once, y-you vile temptress!”

Diamond just stroked his dick harder, almost seeming to want him to blow right in front of Zipporwhill’s eyes now.

“I-I don’t even think about it! And look who is talking! You were the one that tempted him just now with that kiss!” she answered hotly back, using her free hoof to wrap it around his body and trying to pull her away from the glasses wearing filly.

“No! Y-You started it,” she protested, pulling on him too as both filly chests were mushed against Timber’s face by that point.

He gave a muffled groan, his cock wildly twitching. He couldn’t hold out any minute longer than this! Diamond Tiara’s hoof was almost a blur with how fast she was stroking him now, clearly using all her frustration and anger to bring him to a climax to prove some obscure point.

‘S-So close. J-Just a bit,’ he thought, not really caring anymore about this point as he was bucking his hips and took in the heavily scent of those two fillies pressing into his side.

‘A-Almost!’

*SNAP*

A loud ruler snapped on their table.

All three of them looked up, Diamond stopping her hoof as she along with the others looked into the angry face of their teacher.

Timber wilted at her fierce look. The fillies held out better than him, but also seemed slightly cowed.

“What are you doing there?! Let go of that colt at once! I cannot believe your behavior!” she started to scold as Timber felt their grip loosen.

Inwardly he was glad that Cheerilee seemed to think of him as the victim in all this - which to be fair he was, sorta - though he was still tense with the many eyes on them now.

Then suddenly rang the bell.

Timber didn’t hesitate a second.

He gracefully slipped out of their grips and under the table. Then he took his saddle bags and ran straight out the door and into the break before anyone could even think about stopping them.

Cheerilee didn’t. His escape only seemed to cement what she was thinking, as she looked down on the two offending parties.

Diamond huffed, standing up. “It is break time. So, I will go-”

*SNAP*

Another loud ruler snap followed halting her.

“You won’t.”

“B-But, my mother is on the school board! You can’t do thi-”

*SNAP*

“Last warning,” she warned. “Do not think I won’t use my authority to give you a spanking if you continue like this.”

Diamond seemed to back off, to reflect on her options. To think better of it.

Only then she didn’t, and looked up at her defiantly.

“Some lonely, old single mare hag has no right to-”

Author's Note

Now edited.

I do hope you enjoyed the chapter, even if it is veering away from Wolfie at the moment.