Harsh Punishment

Chapters

Day 1 - New Lesson Plan
Day 2 - Continuing Education
Day 3 - A Different Approach
A More Personal Education - Part 1
A More Personal Education - Part 2

Day 1 - New Lesson Plan

It was afternoon, sun shining brightly in the sky. An overall pleasant day, even if a bit warm. Thankfully in the school, the air was cool, though it didn’t seem to be helping cool off the tall stallion sitting in the back row of the class as he subconsciously pulled on the collar of his shirt, for the umpteenth time today. He was warm, watching the straining button nestled partway down his teacher's suit strain to hold in the massive bust as it enticingly bounced with every step as she worked her way back and forth across the front of the classroom. He blinked, finally breaking his trance as she turned away, only to drop his gaze a little, settling on her rump, his eyes attracted there from the movements of her tail, idly swishing above her ample rear, somewhat defined even through the thick material of her slacks. Mrs. Harshwhinny’s dry, almost arrogant tone filtered through his ears, droning on about something about letters and math. How those fit together didn’t make any sense to the stallion, and his eyes finally dropped to his desk as he shifted, suddenly freezing as he felt the crotch of his pants painfully grasp his member. Having already slid out from his ogling, the flare past his knee already, it took up the slack down the left leg of his jeans.

Arctic cursed his endowment under his breath. The white pegasus was very self-conscious of his stallionhood, as it seemed to be a near constant source of trouble for the shy, timid horse, due to it's size. Couple that with balls that easily filled the space between his thighs, hanging down to his knees when upright, nearly always pent up, forcing an unnaturally wide gait, and you had the perfect recipe for disaster. He closed his eyes, sighing, concentrating on reeling himself back into his sheath. His jeans, which normally looked quite baggy around his legs, though belted tight at the waist, were steadily looking more even again, the snow-white stallion managing to slowly reverse his arousal.

“Mr. Frost!” The teacher’s sharp, commanding tone was loud, and frighteningly close, making him startle, looking up to see her right in front of his desk, one of her hands tapping the surface disapprovingly. “Care to tell me why you’re sleeping in my classroom? Does this subject bore you?” The shocked, embarrassed student could only shake his head, desperately fighting his adolescent libido to keep his eyes on hers. She was so close, and he could even smell her perfume as she stood there, staring down her nose at him over the rim of her glasses. “Well? Speak up!”

He glanced around for a moment, catching the few students nearby sniggering at his misfortune. Certainly wasn't the first time, but they never did seem to grow tired of poking fun at the shy male. His eyes grew wider in fear, returning his gaze to his teacher. “A-ah I’m sorry M-mrs. Harshwhinny. It’s n-not boring. I w-wasn’t sleeping, I was j-just thinking about things. I-I’ll pay better attention ma’am…”

She only arched an eyebrow before speaking. “And what is so much more important than learning for your future Mr. Frost?”

He was actually beginning to sweat, cowering slightly under the smaller, yet commanding presence. “N-nothing! N-nothing ma’am.”

She huffed, and scowled. “Well then Frost, you can tell me all about this “nothing” in detention, starting today, and going for the rest of the week! This kind of behavior is something I will not tolerate.” Her hand lifted from the desk as she pointed to the clock on the wall. “If the bell chimes at 2 and you are not in this room I’ll be sure to phone home, and let your parents know just how much time and effort of theirs you’re wasting.” She turned, and flicked her tail irritably, and strode with purpose back to the front of the room, leaving the thoroughly ashamed and timid male to sigh and hang his head. This was going to be a long week.

Just before the stroke of two, Arctic Frost, white wings tucked to his back, the left having blue secondary feathers, made his way to Mrs. Harshwhinny’s room, quickly opening the door and entering, shutting it behind him as he panted. He’d had to leave his last class a little early to make it, but he’d done it. Hopefully she wouldn’t call his folks. Detention was bad enough, and the punishment he’d face at home would be even worse.

She saw him as he’d burst through the door, and had to suppress a smirk. She was sitting at her desk in the front of the room, leaning forwards with her breasts resting on the top, having been going through a sizeable stack of papers, marking and grading them. She looked at him through the corner of her eye. “Sit. Front row. Middle desk. Now.” She turned her attention back to the papers, as Arctic moved to where she’d told him to, sliding in the desk from the side, shuffling his legs to get comfortable. The desks were a bit small to him thanks to his height, the underside cramped as his sack was forced to rest on top of his legs, rather than between them. He shifted a bit more, softly fluttering his wings behind him to relax them, and looked over to her. He was a bit perplexed, as she just focused on her grading, not seeming to pay him any attention at the moment.He opened his muzzle to speak, before closing it, thinking better of it. Maybe he could just sit here in silence for a while and be done? That wouldn’t be so bad.

He found his vision wandering as his mind drifted, only a few minutes passed. Now this was boring. Unfortunately his mind went where all healthy, young stallions minds went, and with his overly large equipment, it hit him even worse as his eyes found that straining suit jacket again. The teacher shifted, before sighing and undoing a button, revealing another few inches of tightly packed bust, before she breathed deeper, those globes pushing out even more, making the stallion stir softly in his seat. His hands, the left a dark blue, fading to white at the elbow, stayed on the desktop, before he looked away, trying to focus on anything else other than burying himself between those orbs. A rustle from her direction made his ears swivel to her, his head following after, finding her looking right at him. His eyes got just a bit wider, wondering if she’d seen him.

She didn’t give him a hint one way or the other. “Something the matter Frost? You aren’t going to fall asleep on me again are you?”

He shook his head quickly. “N-no! I w-wouldn’t ma’am.”

She tsked before scowling, scooting her chair back and walking over with a sheet of paper, slamming it down with enough force to make him jump, before standing to his side, looking down at him. He looked up past the swell of her chest, scooting away only to feel the metal bar of the desk keeping him from moving much. She crossed her arms under her bust, tapping her hoof on the linoleum floor. “What is that Frost?”

He looked down at the paper, finding a huge red D with a 75 circled on it. He looked back up with a grimace. “A-a seventy f-five, ma’am.”

Her scowl deepened. “Indeed. At least you can still recognise numbers. Still, you’ve been barely scraping by in my class all year long, always so….distracted.” She idly rubbed her arm with a hand, drawing his eyes to her chest again, before quickly looking back up, but her scowl was gone, replaced by a smirk. “If you think I haven’t known what you’ve been thinking about…” She moved over and locked the door, drawing a shade over the little window, and slipping out of her jacket, hanging it on the rack by the door before coming back to his side again, making sure to stand too close to the opening there to allow him to stand. “All those stares at my body while I try and teach you about math, all that uncomfortable shifting while you try and keep yourself looking as if there’s nothing wrong.” Her smirk grew. “So today in class, I thought it might be proper to give you a more personal education for this section. Perhaps give you something better to focus on?” She undid the belt to her slacks, any possible pretense to something other than carnal shattered as the young male blushed. “M-Mrs. Harshwhinny w-what the mmph!” Her hand covered his mouth as a dark glint flashed across her eyes. “You will not speak unless I ask you a question, and you will call me ‘Ma’am’ understood? If you disobey me, I’ll call your parents and tell them just how bad of a student and how utterly unprofessional your thoughts have been.”

Arctic’s mind raced as his heart accelerated, the stallion rapidly considering his options. He could disobey and get in more trouble, or go with it and hope for the best. He knew his parents would take everything from him and have him do chores for weeks if they knew of his failure. Finally, after a few seconds, he nodded.

She grinned slightly then, showing some of her bright, white teeth. “Good. I’d thought so.” She slipped her pants down, removing the belt and laying it over the desk, throwing her pants nearby, revealing the black, lace panties she’d worn underneath. Arctic’s pants grew unbearably tight, his sheath quickly swelling and divulging his shaft as it began sliding down his thigh, over his knee, the stallion whining softly in protest, wishing it could be free. She grinned a little more, taking pleasure in his predicament. “Goodness...having trouble already are we? Well…” She grabbed his mane, forcefully yanking his head into her crotch, mashing those panty-covered lips against his snout, making him yelp, his wings stiffening off his back. “Get to work! Maybe if you can help me feel some sort of pleasure, you can be free of those pants hmm? Better work fast though, lest I get bored with you.”

His first breath was laced with her scent, before he licked across the soft lingerie, then moved his hand to take them, only for her to grab his wrist. She smirked coyly. “If I wanted you to use your hands, I would have asked.” He gulped, before gently taking them in his teeth and sliding them partway down her thighs, revealing her cunny, puffy as blood filled it out. He slid his tongue out, softly licking over her folds, before she sighed. “I said get to work.” She pulled his muzzle against her muff, tugging his hair to press and grind harder against him. He huffed through his nose, his cock near his ankle now as it hardened, drawing the jeans’ leg tight, making him whine into her pussy as he started eating her out. His tongue was quick to press inside, his lips pressed hard to hers as he licked and pleased her with vigor, running his tongue around her walls, scooping out every drop he could find.

The older mare found her breathing deepening. “There we are. You might actually be good at something!” He was doing a good job, she thought, but better leave him in the dark, holding her legs from trembling. Quite eager this one. All too easy, and he’s got some talent. She pulled his mane harder, grinding her folds against his muzzle firmly, soft, wet schlicks as her engorged labia pressed over his muzzle, her walls squeezing and clamping on the wet muscle invading it, leaking ample amounts of honey that the stallion seemed all too happy to lap up, and swallow down. Her nose twitched, picking up a musky scent, looking down to spot the wet spot at the bottom of his jeans, a small puddle collecting over his hoof, the fetlock already soaked through as well. She frowned, and pulled away. “You just can’t contain yourself even when I give something so important to focus on? Now you want to disrespect me and make a mess of my room?”

Arctic sputtered and gasped, a little winded from having to take short breaths of her arousal. “N-no ma’am! I-It just gets like that! I-I can’t stop it…”

She gripped his muzzle between her hands, yanking his head to look him right in the eyes, grinning darkly. “Can’t, or won’t, little colt.” She cooed, using the diminutive word to demean him further. She quickly took his hands and placed them on the desktop. “Do not move them from there.” He nodded obediently.

She reached down and undid his belt, leaning down to tug his jeans off, finding nothing underneath. “No underwear? Not so innocent now are we?” He blushed. “N-n-nothing f-fits.” She smirked, before taking a first look at his length, twitching and thudding against the underside of the desk, straightening out as much as it could with the newfound freedom. “Quite the gift! I suppose the rumors were true after all. There’s talk of you in that staff lounge, you know.” He blushed harder, that flare dripping pre heavily with a soft sound, the puddle spreading on the floor, reminding her of the problem. “Still, such lack of control in my room won’t be allowed.” She grabbed the belt from her pants that she’d laid on the desk, and reached under there, looping it, then cinching it tight, buckling it around the girthy organ snugly at its base. The dripping of pre stopped shortly after, and Arctic whimpered softly as he felt the pressure begin to back up. “P-please no! I-If you do that, it’ll nrnhhffmph!” She scoffed, using two fistfuls of his hair to press his head back between her thighs, tilting him up to have access to her folds again, her legs squeezing him against her even as her hands tugged. “I didn’t say you could speak colt, now get back to it! You’ve lost a lot of ground…”

The poor pegasus yelped at the harsh treatment, his muzzle darkened with blush as he went back to servicing the older, experienced mare. He was quick to press inside her passage again, soon finding his rhythm, listening as best he could through those plush thighs for her moans to change volume, or pitch, finding a small patch on the top of her tunnel, deep inside her, making her walls shiver just a little more. He ground his tongue against it, focusing on that spot, while raising his upper lip, brushing it across her clit, the little nub having peeked out earlier from her excitement at taking the delinquent student.

“Mmm that’s it. I definitely think I’ll keep you. Even after you’re earlier lack of respect to authority.” He was trainable, she knew, and seemed to bend rather easily. Perfect. His endowment certainly didn’t hurt to look at either, as she watched his flare spread from its place several inches beyond the desk. “I’m getting close now, so don’t you dare let up on me now.”

Arctic only went faster, doing his best to get her off. He was getting close himself, feelling her lust soaking into his muzzle as she leaked profusely, something he wished he could do at the moment. His cock only flexed in vain, working to expel something it never could, so long as that belt remained, closing off the underside of his cock. His tongue was diligent, sliding around and scooping out every drop of her nectar he could, moaning at the lustful taste, his nose saturated in her musk as well, only making the stallion’s mind delve deeper in lust.

Her grip on his hair tightened, and she shivered from the waist down, her tail twitching as she all but gushed over his face, spraying his muzzle, coating it in a fresh layer of her love, even getting into his nose, making breathing difficult as he eagerly drank it down. She squirted copiously, the stallion having to swallow a few times to clear his throat, the perverse weight of her fluids settling in his stomach. Her hands released his head, stepping back, breathing hard as Arctic leaned back against the desk seat, coughing and wiping his eyes, looking up at her with wanton arousal.

She kept up her appearance, though her shirt was showing her bra through it, coated in a thin layer of sweat. “Mmmm that was good start. You’ve certainly done that before haven’t you? Naughty boy.” He only gulped, blushing profusely. She just smirked and gripped his arm by the wrist. “Good boy, keeping nice and quiet”.

His peak was ebbing, thankfully she’d came before he joined her. He dared not think what would happen if she teased him more. Her grin grew as she pulled him up out of the seat, stepping out of her panties, and lead him up to her big desk at the front of the room. She dropped her musk-soaked lingerie to the desk and turned him so his back faced it, knocking him back to fall with a thud, scattering her papers and pens, other miscellaneous items scattering everywhere as her desire flared.

“Oof! H-hey!” He grunted, spreading his wings to prevent them from being painfully sandwiched between his body and the hardwood surface. He didn’t have long to think as she climbed up his body, dropping her rump on his legs, her legs laying over his arms to hold him down somewhat, his wings under them as well. She gripped her button up shirt, and ripped it off, buttons scattering everywhere as she threw it away, her grin turning darker again as her lace-cupped breasts were revealed, looking as full and plump as he’d imagined, maybe more, almost looking like they were bulging over the cups of the sexy underwear. She unclipped it and tossed it away too, letting the twin hazel orbs rest firmly on her chest.

“Woah….” He said in awe from the sight, before she licked her lips. “I’ve seen you dreaming about these for months you deviant little slut. Too bad you won’t get any release until I deem you worthy of it.” He nodded and swallowed, remnants of her taste lingering pleasantly on his tongue. She just chuckled deeply before gripping his rock-hard shaft, pulling it into her cleavage, her rather large bust almost closing around the oversized rod. She pumped a few times from a bottle of hand lotion she kept on her desk, something that miraculously hadn’t fallen off amongst the rest that had been displaced by the randy mare. The cool lotion was rubbed over the middle of his shaft thoroughly, lubricating it, and her bosom thickly, before she wiped the excess across his prodigious sack, feeling the tightly packed orbs held within.

She just looked at him slyly, before licking directly over his flare, teasing over his urethra, even sticking the tip of her tongue into it, wiggling it, making him gasp loudly, the back of his head thumping into the desk as he moaned loudly in pleasure, the dense bundle of nerves there sending a large pulse lancing up his spine. “F-fuck! A-ah….~” She pulled her mouth away, frowning, before grabbing her panties and wadding them up, stuffing them into his muzzle, and then grabbing his pants from where they’d landed nearby and pulling the belt out, closing his muzzle around the musky ball of fabric. “You really have trouble learning don’t you?”

He panted through his nose, looking down his matted snout at his own belt, used in a way he’d never imagined. “Mmph!”

She licked around his flare again, teasing him, feeling the flat head spread out, his earlier peak coming back rapidly under her expert attentions. “You’ll understand your place soon.” She licked and teased with her dextrous tongue, before starting to raise and lower her torso, sliding her slick, warm tunnel of cleavage over his cock as the same time, her wet folds leaking against his sheath, her rump shifting over his thighs, his warm sack pressing up against her flanks as she rested there. He began to moan and squirm, her teasing beginning to bring him right to the edge, hot breath huffing through his nose as he balled his hands into fists, doing his utmost to hold back.

He might as well not have bothered, as her eyes flashed dominantly, and she squeezed her tits firmly around him with her inner arms, hugging his member as she took it into her mouth, muzzle spread wide around the thick head, tongue pressing hard against the underside of his tip.

That did it. He cried out into the makeshift gag, his flare spreading in her maw, as he came. Her eyes widened in shock, wondering how he could possibly get past the belt, before they narrowed, looking from down his cock, to his eyes, seeing Arctic’s wide in arousal, fear showing behind them as his peak ran on.

Then she felt it, under her rump, his sack engorging with unspent seed, and she smiled around his cock, sucking it harder and pressing roughly into the hole again to draw it out at much as she could. His over productive orbs worked hard to replenish what they thought they’d released, only for it to back up into his sack, stretching it around a greater burden as his release was denied. He came down after a few minutes, his balls easily wider between his legs, spreading them more, and lifting her up just a bit, her weight squishing them out to the side more. They were easily as big as a bowling ball before, now looking like watermelons stuffed into his leathery skin. She popped his flare from her lips, humming deep in her chest. “My my….you just keep getting better don’t you? Quite the...condition you have.” She gripped the meaty flare harshly in her hand, closing his cumslit with the force, making his hips buck upwards as he groaned into her underwear. “So sensitive here, aren’t you? Those heavy nuts under me must be aching by now.”

She let his shaft go, crawling up his body, letting his shaft slide down through her cleavage, over her trim stomach, until it reached her folds. She ground her folds against his tip, feeling the colt pushing up against her. “So eager for an older mare? How deviant, Frost. I’ll allow it, since you’ve been good for the past few minutes.” She sunk down, parting her labia, even having them press inwards slightly before his flare popped inside, shrunken back down after his orgasm a moment ago. “Fuck, that’s good.” She exclaimed, before grinning, and suddenly plunging down the rest of his length. “Yes! Fuck yes you fucking bitch!” She’d taken him to her cervix, the older mare completely full, and she took a moment to squeeze him torturously, undulating motions of her walls making him squirm. Something was off though, and she looked down, finding his medial ring, along with over a foot of shaft still outside. “Oh Luna…..I’m keeping you in detention for weeks now, Frost.” She gripped his wrists to hold him down firmly, before lifting up a few inches, and dropping down hard again, moaning and grunting with effort as she used him like a battering ram. “Come on…” She grit her teeth, feeling her barrier weakening. “You fucking…..get in there!” She growled, before yelling and slamming herself down once more, feeling her hips lower further, until she stretched wider around his ring, taking several more inches before she felt him hit the back of her womb. “Gods you’re stretching me good, colt.”

She leaned down, bending his shaft with her movement, putting her nose an inch from his, staring into his eyes with a deep hunger. “Shame all the pleasure is mine.” She ground against his cock, stretching her womb slowly, until she was wincing as she’d taken as much as she could, still several inches until his sheath to go. “Shit, how do you hide this thing?” She looked in shock for a moment as she turned her head back, seeing just how much remained, before looking back into his eyes, lust flaring in her own. “No matter. Every inch belongs to me now, understand?” She pulled up, before dropping down again, another inch forced into her body. “Every.” She lifted up again, forcing herself lower once more, only a few inches to go. “Fucking.” Her tongue was hanging from her mouth, the mare panting with effort as she rose up higher than before. “Inch!” She thrust her hips downwards, before pushing further, grinding his flare deep inside her womb as her labia kissed the belt at his base. She’d claimed all of him.

Arctic’s eyes were open, but nearly unseeing at this point. Between the backed up pressure, the tight mare around him, her the musk saturating his taste and smell, and the sheer debauchery of being forcefully taken, his mind was ablaze with hormones racing up and down his spine. With a grunt, he came again, balls bloating further, past his knees now as they approached his ankles, stopping a few inches short, the twin cumladen orbs pressing harder against her rump, even lifting her away from the base of his cock.

The teacher moaned softly, feeling the bulge sticking out from under her chest. “What a stud. The others will be quite jealous I got to you first.” Her hands moved lower to grip his wings, squeezing the bones firmly, rubbing them with her thumbs. Arctic really squirmed then, the joints and bones of the appendages rather sensitive, needing to be in order to feel the air currents rushing over and under them as he flew. Now, the intellectual woman used this trait to further increase his pleasurable torment. “You pegasi are too easy. A good grip here.” She reached behind him to grab the base, where it met his back, making him scream into the gag. “A firm pinch here.” She traced her finger up, teasing along the bones, until she pinched and bent it at the end, making his back arch with a rather undignified squeal, pain starting to blend with the pleasure, his balls swelling a few inches, before she let go, and he straightened out again. She smirked, turning her nose up some. “Look at you, just out of control, cumming like a barely coherent whore. Nothing but a little cumpump now aren’t you?” She let go of his wingtip, before grabbing the larger section of bone near the top of his wings, squeezing both sides while lifting her hips, dropping them soon after, beginning to bounce on his shaft. Her eyes full of hunger still, she moaned. “Let’s she just how much those things can stretch. This is too good to stop, Frost.”

She rode him hard and fast, wasting no more time teasing. No more taunting, or building up. She was going to ride this big, subby colt for all his worth. Just rapid, near feral rutting, thudding her rump against his balls every push down, and popping his medial ring outside, his flare slipping through her cervix back into her tunnel on the way up. Between those two points, his highly sensitive flare popping back and forth into her womb, and his ring rubbing against her winking clit as it slid in and out of her pussy, it didn’t take terribly long, only a few minutes, for her to cum again, spraying her juices over his crotch, excess washing over the top of his sack. “Luna’s flank you’re so good! Fuck!” She shivered around him, cumming heavily, before starting over again. Arctic whined through the gag, his flare spreading as he came again, making her cervix stretch further as the horny female kept at him. His balls were really starting to reach absurd size, stopping just past his hooves now as his 3rd peak ended, that belt making sure not a drop spilled into her. Still, she wasn’t stopping, riding him like a mare possessed almost, panting and groaning, unleashing her own pent up desires straight into the pegasus’ loins.

Arctics head lay back against the desk, incoherent groaning, muffedly filtering through the sodden panties, the only sound he made now, his mind slowly caving to sensual inferno his teacher wrought upon him.

She came again and again, musky fluids drenching his shaft, and the fur around it, seeping into his bellyfur, and spraying again over his engorged sack. She shivered, coming down from her latest peak, the vibrations enough to set him off again, his nuts easily able to hold a couple foals, each, before it stopped.

She panted, recovering from the intense high, and slowly got off him, shakily stepping off the desk, and surveyed the stallion. Her eyes went wide in shock at the size of his balls. There was enough in there to fill the entire faculty, and a few dozen students with foals! She stepped towards him again, resting a palm on them, assuring her of how real they were. She turned to look at his head, his still-hard cock not missing her vision as she saw the colt’s eyes, nearly sightless. She smirked, breathing easier now. She still had it, even at her age, even if this particular stud was rather…..special. “Luna’s flank Frost, for all your inattentiveness in class, I think I’ve found a better use for you, one you’re certainly more suited for. We’ll have to continue your lessons next time though.” She glanced at the wall. Five O’clock. She’d had him for 3 hours, most of that time pleasing her, and he was still conscious, barely. She leaned over him from the side, staring him in the eyes, her own muzzle twisting upwards once more.

“Frost! What have I told you about sleeping in my classroom?” She rapped him on the snout, enough to jolt him, the stallion sitting up with a start. “Mrphprhrpghppgrghph!” Oh, right. He looked down his muzzle, his belt still there, and he looked to her, blushing.

She just smirked, and undid the belt, removing her panties as well. She reached down and undid the belt from his shaft, quickly replacing it with his own, making him grunt in pain. “P-please Ms. Ha-” She put a finger over his mouth. “Silence. You can use the faculty restroom next to my office. Do make it quick, colt. Whatever you can’t get out by the time I’ve cleaned up my office, you can go home with. I’m sure that will be fun, coming home late with such a sight.” She smirked. He blushed, and nodded against her hand. “Y-yes ma’am, thank you ma’am.” was all he said, before he was quickly running out the door, hugging his erection to keep it from bouncing around too much.

Unfortunately, that did nothing to stop his balls, the stallion forced to keep them behind his legs as he awkwardly ran to the next door, going in and making his way to the last stall, undoing the belt in a hurry, hands slipping on it in his haste. “C’mon...fucking...there…” He dropped it, the buckle clattering to the floor as he quickly took his shaft, pointing it to the porcelain bowl, pre already running in an unbroken strand to taint the water. He took both hands, stroking and rubbing at his shaft, slicking it up with his output. He moaned, gripping and squeezing the underside of his tip, knowing the best way to get there quickly. It was barely a couple minutes before his hips bucked, pushing his cock lower to the ground, and his sack tightened, cum spraying hard enough to splash into the bowl, rope after rope filling the empty space. “A-ahh fugghhhhk….~” He quickly flushed it away, humping and jerking away, intent on getting himself to a manageable size. He made good time, his balls shrinking to lift from the floor, his 2nd peak leaving them almost to his knees, as he sweat and moaned out loudly, huffing with the effort it took to get himself off. He flushed the toilet multiple times, trying to make sure he wouldn’t tick off the janitor anymore than he already had that year. Still, errant spurts arced of the edges, hitting the floor, even splattering the lower edges of the partition to the adjacent stall.

“Hnnmmmfff one….more…..please….~” His wings stood out, softly brushing the walls as he fervently worked over his shaft, shuddering with a cry as he let loose again, his balls finally pulling up past his knees. Arctic leaned forwards, losing grip on his cock to hold himself up on the wall, the remainder dripping over the back to puddle on the floor. He hung his head, resting. “Thank Celestia….~” He was still a bit swollen compared to the norm, but it was good enough. He straightened back up, and waited, his erection finally softening. He picked up the belt, and went to the sink, washing his hands, and left, going back to the classroom, finding his teacher dressed, and somehow looking much cleaner. He didn’t dwell on it though, looking around for his pants, before hearing her cough.

“Frost, do make yourself decent.” He caught the jeans, and put them on, slipping the belt in them to keep them up, before looking back to her, blushing meekly. She raised an eyebrow. “That will be all. I expect you in here again tomorrow, same time.”

He nodded, mumbling his understanding, and turned to leave. “Oh, and Frost?” He froze, turning back to see her with her hand on her hip. “Don’t let me catch you daydreaming in my classroom, or I’ll keep you in here much longer, and make things much worse.”

He folded his ears, before turning and leaving, quickly walking outside, taking to the air and flying home, hoping his parents weren’t waiting on him for dinner. That was a whipping he would rather avoid after a day like today.

Meanwhile, back in the faculty restroom, soft moaning was heard, wet sounds permeating the middle stall. “Mmm yes~” The feminine voice moaned again, before she flushed, washing away her arousal and cleaning herself, pulling her slacks back up, fastening them, and going over to the stall Arctic had been in, observing what he’d left. “Oh my…..~” She grinned, before washing her hands, and fixing her mane, heading out in the hall to see Ms. Harshwhinny leaving her office. She arched an eyebrow. “Working awfully late today aren’t you?”

The hazel furred mare turned to look at her colleague, the dark purple fur, with two-toned pink mane and tail clueing her in to the owner of that voice. “I could say the same for you, Cherilee. Don’t you have some colts to flaunt yourself to?” The younger mare laughed. “You’re one to talk. I just came from the restroom, and you won’t believe what I heard.”

Harshwhinny paled. “No. No I don’t think I would.” Cherille just grinned wider, brushing past her with a spring in her step. “Perfect! I’ll see you tomorrow at two then. Toodles!” She happily strode outside, breathing the fresh air and leaving the older mare shocked, before she collected herself.

Well then, perhaps they could work together. She didn’t want word getting out, so if she joined, she couldn’t rat her out. She ran out after her, catching her in the parking lot, and chatted with her, developing a new lesson plan for the following day. Arctic would be quite busy, and the younger teacher had some rather devious ideas.

She could hardly wait.

Author's Note

First story done! Got a few chapters planned out after this. He's not done with his week yet!

Let me know what you all think, good or bad. Enjoy!

-GS

Day 2 - Continuing Education

Heels clacked against the worn industrial linoleum floor of the school as the young, spunky teacher strut her way down the hall. She had a large duffel bag slung over her shoulder, her purse on top of it, the two bags moving in sync with her hips as she strode to her room. Dropping the bags behind her desk and taking a seat in the chair behind it, her tail twitched excitedly as she thought of all the fun she’d planned out that afternoon. If it weren’t for the padding she’d placed under her underwear that morning, she might have leaked onto her seat as her mind ran through and organized the plan her and the elder teacher had put together for the shy stallion’s next lesson. She got a hold of herself though. She had to focus! She had many students to teach that day and lots of important notes to go through on proper punctuation. She smiled pleasantly as her first class filed in, waiting for the few usual stragglers before going over and closing the door. She went to the chalkboard and began writing while addressing the class. “Alright class! Today’s material will be be covering all sorts of things to make those sentences more articulate! Periods, commas, semicolons….” She prattled on, easily explaining in a methodical, practiced voice from doing this dozens of times. Cheery as her name suggested, the maroon mare taught group after group of students, smiling brightly and beaming down on them as they left, wishing them happy days, her eyes giving a certain white pegasus a knowing look as he hurried past, darkened forearm scratching at his head in an attempt to hide his blush. He didn’t know why, but she seemed to be looking oddly at him more often today.

Down the hall, Ms. Harshwhinny had been droning on, arithmetic being one of the more difficult subjects to get into her students’ minds. Up and back she paced, flat soled shoes trodding down with authority as she peered down at the rows of desks, examining the class. She never paused too long at any time, making sure her charges were attentive and comprehending. She made her way back to the front, grabbing the yardstick and rapping it against the board, making sure she had full attention as she went on about equation and properties, variables and coefficients. She kept an air of wisdom about her, steadily going on about her day, helping those who needed it with a sharp reprimand. Her 3rd class ran smoothly, her keen eye making sure no one was out of line. Her lip turned from its normal downward frown to a neutral look, almost a smile as she spotted Arctic. The stallion looked quite focused, and on the lesson for once, hastily writing notes and glancing up at the board, scratching down the problems in his notebook from the outlined section of the chalkboard. Looks like her little session helped remind him of his need to pay attention. Good boy. She moved on, her gaze sweeping the room, before the bell sounded and they filed out. Arctic glanced at her, but her back was turned, the professor not paying him any mind, which he was grateful for as he went on to his last class of the day.

Cherilee carried her things down the hall once more after letting her last class out early, much to their delight, and her convenience. She had just enough time to get down the hall, smiling politely as the last period let out of math class. “Travel home safe now! Take care! See you tomorrow! Study for that test!” Her name really suited her for how bright and happy she seemed. In a few minutes, she’d have a great source of stress relief. She walked inside the classroom, closing the door, quickly setting the duffel bag down by the desk. “Ready Whinny?”

The older mare sat at the desk, eyeing the bag. “Of course. You certainly look it.” She looked at the clock. 2:01. Late. That wouldn’t do. “I hope everything in there’s legal to use.”

Cherilee giggled. “Oh hush Whinny! Most of it is...probably.” She sniggered. “Oh who cares this is gonna be so much fun! Plus, he’s late.” She paused, her lips curling up. “Hmm this gives me an idea, and it’ll help move things along too.” She stepped over to the bag and grabbed a couple things before standing near the door, waiting along the wall so she’d be behind it once the door opened.

Harshwhinny merely raised an eyebrow. She’d have to keep an eye on this one.

Arctic hurriedly ran through the hall while clutching his backpack to his chest, not even having the time to wear it properly. His gym teacher had him running extra laps and he didn’t even know why! He’d barely dried off after the shower and now ran to Ms. Harshwhinny’s room. He looked up at the clock as he passed it. 2:03. Fuck. He stopped at her door, taking a few breaths to steady himself a little, before turning the knob and stepping inside, immediately meeting the elder mare’s glare. “I’m s-sorry ma’am Ms. Spitfire-”

She tsked, silencing him with a glare. “Enough, Frost. You’re late. Clearly this wasn’t important enough for your prompt attendance. You could have told Ms. Spitfire you had detention with me.”

He took a step forward, opening his mouth to retort, and say that she wouldn’t listen, but his breath caught as the door closed behind him, feeling two hands grasp his wrists, pulling them behind him as the new participant pressed herself to his back. He felt her grinding her clothed groin against his rump, making him gasp, tensing up feeling incredibly uncomfortable with so much contact being held like this. Cold steel encircled his left wrist, the cuff ratcheting shut fast, with the right applied in short order, locking his arms behind him.

The decidedly feminine form rose up behind him, nipping his ear. “I heard someone’s been a real bad boy, looking places he shouldn’t. Such a big pervy stallion aren’t you?” She lifted up on his wrists, forcing him to bend forward at an odd angle.”I heard you in the stall yesterday stud. Quite a mess you left there Frosty.”

Arctic’s mind was running rampant, too shocked from the sudden shift. He looked to the hazel mare in front of him, before recognition dawned in his eyes as he tried to see behind him. He knew that voice! “M-ms. Cherilee? Y-you heard that? You’re in on this t-too?” He finally had the thought to move, to get away, pulling and turning to face her while putting his back to the math teacher, spreading his wings to look intimidating and jerking against the cuffs. “L-let me go! I said I’m sorry for being l-late, a-and this isn’t-” He grunted, then cried out as hands grabbed his wings, pinching the bases of them and twisting, making his back arch. “A-ah! N-no please…” His voice turned breathy, arousal creeping into it.

Cherilee just smiled, watching him squirm under the teasing of his wings. She went over to the door, locking it, and drawing the shade, before turning back and approaching him running a hand up his thigh, feeling the large orbs against her fingers, tracing them through the denim. She giggled, squeezing them. “Thanks ‘Whinny. Quite the squirmy one isn’t he?” She undid his belt, slipping it free, and pulling down his pants, nothing underneath as usual. “Ooooh and no underwear? How naughty.” She licked her lips, staring openly at the revealed sheath, already partially swollen. “Goodness...oh this is going to be so much fun!” She wasted little time, removing her top and discarding it, revealing the perky handfuls resting on her chest, contained in a black pushup bra. She took them in her hands and hefted them towards him before looking over his shoulder, giving the other mare a wink. “You love these don’t you stud?” She stepped towards him, while Harshwhinny twisted his wings, using them almost like reigns to push him forward, the stallion moaning and shaking lightly as Cherille hugged his snout between her bust. “All flustered and we haven’t even started yet!” She ground his nose into her boobs, letting the slightly musky fabric and fur rub over his muzzle.

Arctic’s moaning was muffled into her cleavage as his shaft made itself known, the flare popping free of the leathery flesh to slide out, then downwards, draping over his balls as it swelled out. His eyes were filled with maroon fur, as he breathed in the slight scent of her perfume, mingled with sweat. He nosed against her, pushing around to try and get more air, only to feel more of the soft expanse.

She sighed happily, letting him breathe and stepping back. “You boys are so easy.” She looked down and saw his cock, reaching down to grab and stroke it, the long floppy length already longer than her arms, as it began to thicken up. “You sure are packin a lot aren’t you?”

The older mare let him go, stepping away to undress herself, letting the younger mare keep his attention as she removed her top, bra, slacks, and finally her panties, placing them on her desk, before grabbing the belt from her pants, and kneeling behind him, quickly looping it around his ankles, cinching it tight, making him yelp and stumble slightly.

He gasped sharply, trying to push down his arousal, the younger mare’s fingers pushing and pressing over the meaty length, encouraging it to fill with blood. “Nnghf…” He was too focused on feeling the soft hands playing over his shaft, seeing those breasts so close to him, that he never noticed his math teacher until the leather strip connected, then pulled until his fetlocks were brushing together. “H-hey I w-was only a little l-lamph!” His eyes widened at seeing the hazel hands of Mrs. Harshwhinny clamping his muzzle shut.

“Don’t you have something in that bag to shut him up? I thought you were going to control him.” Ms. Harshwhinny smirked, looking around the stallion to watch as she fondled his equipment.

Cherilee sighed and let the the heavy shaft go, where it bobbed around in front, rising up until it was fully hard and standing up at an angle. “I’ve got all kinds of goodies for him! Let’s get started then now that he’s all ready to go.” She went over to the bag, grabbing a few more things and bringing them over, before laying them out on a desk. She hummed in thought, before grabbing a muzzle, coming over and quickly slipping it over his snout, reaching back and buckling it, pulling it tight. The muzzle had 3 holes, 2 for his nose, and a finger sized one near his lips. It held his jaw shut though, the bound horse unable to make any sound other than light groaning and whimpering as he found himself further restricted. “There we are, nice and quiet.” She looked over at Harshwhinny, who was naked now, and sitting on her desk, lightly groping a breast, her other hand gripping her thigh. The maroon mare giggled again. “You enjoy yourself while I show you a different way of getting a delinquent student…” She turned to Arctic, grabbing his mane in one hand, and his wing in the other, and pushed him, bringing him down to his knees, the big male’s head near her midriff. She quickly swung her leg around him, standing with her hooves next to him on either side, lifting her skirt and pressing her crotch to his nose, a soft squeak coming from the contact. “...to behave.” The stallions nose already smelled rubber, and now it was even stronger, her musky scent mixing with it as she rubbed her thick rubber panties over the muzzle.

Harshwhinny raised an eyebrow from the sound, her theory confirmed as Cherilee unzipped her skirt, tossing it aside to show her, and Arctic her choice of undergarments today. “Rubber? I didn’t take you for such a….lowly harlot.” Her light brown hands continued as she spoke, tweaking a nipple and running up and down her lower lips as she teased herself further, watching the younger mare and her...unorthodox methods. “Do you really need all this stuff? I barely needed anything to make him to obey me.” She smirked, pressing a finger just inside herself, rubbing her entrance.

Cherilee scoffed. “Knowing you, his head was buried between those thighs before he knew what was even going on, hmmhmm.” She stuck her tongue out playfully, before reaching into her panties and grabbing the saturated pad, slapping it across this nose holes, squishing it to make it leak over the smooth surface, a few drops managing to get to his lips, his tongue pushing out to get them.

The older mare blushed lightly, adding a second finger to delve into her wet folds. “He ate me out happily, loving every moment." Her breathing was a little louder, as she grew more aroused from the sight of the white pegasus on his knees.

That got a little reaction out of the younger mare, turning her gaze to look down at the burning cheeks of the snowy horse. “Really now? Might have to free that mouth back up later.” She smiled, before stepping back, reaching over to grab some things from the desk again. “Say still for me now colt.” He splayed his ears, trying to shift away, making her smile fade. “Hmph. Not so obedient today.” She perked back up. “That’s ok though! I’ve got just the thing.” She went back to her bag, grabbing several lengthy leather straps, coming back to him to wrap his wings to his back, securing the two longer straps around his chest, pulling them snug, though made sure not to make them cramp. She moved around behind him next, his head turning to follow as she looked at his rump. “You know Arctic, you’ve got a nice shaft, but your rump isn’t too bad either.” She swatted it with a hand, making him yelp, immediately trying to get away. He didn’t like where this was going now for sure. She leaned over, dragging the bag closer, rummaging through it to procure a bottle of lubricant. “Let’s see how much you squirm at this hmm?” He tried to yell through the muzzle, but it wasn’t really loud, as he leaned forwards, pulling away, only to land on his front, his chest on the ground, chin hitting it shortly after, stunning him.

“Nmmm! Mrmmmm!” He twisted and flexed his body, trying anything he could, but she just poured the slick fluid over her fingers, grabbing his tail with one hand, and heaving his rump up, getting his knees under him. He was perfectly positioned to reveal his rear, the cool air over his rump making him feel even more exposed than ever as his balls and shaft were pinned under him.

She smacked his ass with an open palm, making him whine again, and she smacked it a few more times. “You’re only making this tougher for yourself Frosty.” She moved his tail again, before slipping her fingers under it, finding his pucker and swiftly inserting a finger inside. He immediately calmed down, gritting his teeth from the intrusion, not liking the feeling of anything going in there. She went further, adding a second finger, pushing all the way to the third knuckle, wiggling the around and stirring him inside his entrance. She pulled them out halfway, before adding a 3rd, turning and wriggling them around, keeping a firm grip on his tail, tugging it painfully when he tried to get away.

Arctic felt really weird. It didn’t hurt exactly, but his body was sending harsh signals to stop what she was doing, not that he could. He panted through the musky pad over his nose, arousal still flowing into his mind at the same time, muddling the discomfort. He grunted, feeling a little full as he felt her ring finger slip inside of him.

She smiled, the stallion finally settling down some as she pumped her 3 fingers in and out of him, getting him loosened before sliding them free. “See? That wasn’t so bad.” She giggled, before grabbing a small dildo, then putting it back in favor of a larger one, grinning a little more.”This might be though.” She quickly applied more lube to the toy, giving him just a moment to see it, before pressing it to his tailstar, spreading it as wide as her fingers had, then started gyrating it, spreading him farther open.

Arctic swore he was going to split open, the toy just seeming to get wider, his tailhole beginning to ache, when finally it pressed deeper, making him groan from the fullness. Lots of discomfort, but only a little pain thankfully. Still, he groaned as she just kept pressing further in, feeling like he needed to use the restroom badly. “Grnn! MNGH!” He wanted it out. This was just too much! He twisted in his bindings more, the lingering arousal not enough anymore as she continued to stuff him.

Cherilee just rolled her eyes, and twisted the dildo aggressively, smacking his flank with her other hand. “Oh quit whining already. It’s almost in.” Her hand felt further resistance though, the toy having reached a bend inside him. “Take a deep breath, Frost.” She waited for a moment, before pushing harder, sinking the last few inches inside, making him squeal into the muzzle, a jet of pre hitting the floor.

Harshwhinny watched lustfully at seeing the stallion take inch after bright green inch of the silicone, though did feel a bit bad about it too. She pinched her nipple hard, 3 fingers now working her depths quickly, banishing the doubt. “Don’t break him too early now.”

Cherilee held the base of the toy inside him, and looked smugly back over to her elder. “Oh he’ll be fine. This ought to keep him nice and compliant, right Arctic?” She spanked him again, then a bit more for good measure, making him flext and grunt in pain. “Well somewhat anyhow.” She let go of the toy, and Arctic quickly began trying to push it out. Her hand met the base again, shoving it inside. “No no. Bad stud! You gotta keep it inside. Hmmm how to hold it…” Her eyes lit up in recognition. Of course! She leaned on him to keep him down, and shifted, wriggling her panties off, and down her legs to remove them. She sad, fully nude now, on his lower back, making him groan from the strain. She giggled, looking at harshwhinny, before undoing the belt around his ankles, and slipping the panties on his legs. She redid the belt fast, the stallion already fighting to kick them off, and push out that damned toy, but the belt was tightened again.

Arctic groaned as he’d felt her weight settle on him. She wasn’t really that heavy, but the way it pushed down on him hurt. He’d kicked out, only to have something new around his ankles, feeling the leather dig in again shortly after. The toy stopped it’s retreat, as he felt her hand on it, before his eyes widened, feeling his rump filled again, then emptied as she thrust the shaft in and out of him. He blinked back tears as pre dripped and leaked from his cock, the sensations sending all kinds of mixed signals.

Cherilee grinned as she worked the dildo into him, twisting and wiggling it as she did. “Aww poor guy doesn’t like it huh? That’s alright. It’s punishment! Wouldn’t be if you liked it.” She gave it a last, hard inward push, before letting it go, and using his tail, and a push to his rump, to bring him laying flat on his stomach, stallionhood squashed under him, making him groan. She chuckled, before grabbing her panties and sliding them up his legs, tugging them firmly to stretch them over his ass, letting them go with a snap, the too-small and tight fit wedging it between his flanks, keeping the toy inside.

He felt her moving something up his legs, before grunting as it dug into his thighs, panting through the nose holes as best he could. He squirmed a little, before yelping as the thick material swatted his rump and pushed the toy back into him. He bore down, but he couldn’t manage to move it but a fraction of an inch, before it was too hard, and he relaxed, letting it back in.

The younger mare watched with delight as the toy barely budged.”Such a naughty boy, wearing his teacher’s underwear like that.” She reached under his front, and hefted him up back to his knees, to look him in the eyes. “You look good in them.” She licked her lips, before leaning behind him, and using the last strap she’d brought over to loop through the belt and over the cuffs, binding his wrists to his ankles. “And now for a little more….” She dug a hand under the panties to flip a switch on the base of the toy, making it buzz inside the colt. She snapped the garment again and leaned back to appraise her work. She watched as pre started dribbling and spurting weakly from his flare, his cheeks a dark red as he moaned, squirming and trying to get it out.

Arctic looked up to his teacher as she moved him, before swiveling his ears and pulling away to find he could move even less than before. He glared at her, then Harshwhinny, seeing her openly fingering herself, and playing with her bust. He snapped back to Cherilee, feeling really full already, humiliated by having something under his tail, but as it began to vibrate, he moaned, the buzzing shaft right up against his prostate causing precum to leak from him. He whined through the gag, the pad falling off as his shook his head, making breathing a bit easier, not that it helped much.

Cherilee looked rather pleased with herself, eyeing the stallion up and down, admiring the view, before looking down to see the dripping mess on the floor. “My my….such a productive boy too.” She leaned back to the desk, grabbing a cock ring and sliding it to his base, cinching it tightly. “There we go! Can’t have you leaking all over the floor can we?”

Harshwhinny panted heavily from her desk, nectar staining the lacquered hardwood surface. “Just wait until he tries to cum. This one’s got quite a pair.” She grinned over to the colt, taking pleasure in his embarrassed arousal. She’d have her turn in a bit. It was getting tough to just watch from the sidelines. Easy now. Don’t want to overwhelm him yet…..if the little minx hasn’t already.

The younger mare smiled before going back through her things and digging out a small length of hose, a funnel, and several vials of varying sizes and shapes, each one containing a colorful liquid. She grinned and set them in front of her plaything before grabbing a blindfold, tying it around his head. “Mmm you’re looking delightful stud, but let’s see what else you can do.” She took the hose and fed it through the mouth hole of the muzzle, and attached the funnel before grabbing a green vial, and pouring most of its contents into his snout. “Swallow it all down now. This stuff will keep you nice and healthy. Don’t want you falling asleep later on us right? Good boys stay up and keep providing for their mistresses!”

The stallion grew quieter as his sight was lost to the satin cloth, working his jaw lightly, the loss of sight making it seem like other senses were more tuned, relaying information, specifically feeling that vibrator intrusively pulsing away at his insides. He felt something against his lips, unable to stop it as it passed through, an errant gasp letting it slip through his teeth. He folded his ears at hearing her tell him about the mystery liquid right before it touched his tongue. Surprisingly it tasted sweet and he decided to swallow it down, taking a few gulps to imbibe the potion. He couldn’t really spit it back out anyway and he knew it would only get worse if he resisted further.

The older mare watched as Cherilee force fed various vials to Arctic, eyes watching him like a hawk, waiting for the telltale signs of orgasm. She wanted to watch him swell, to make himself even more lustful at their hands. Nghff...soon.

Potion after potion went down the funnel as the english teacher excitedly talked about each one, not giving him a chance to pause between each gulp. “Keep going stud. Such a good boy.” She ruffled his mane and pet his ears, making him feel even lower still. For some reason though, he felt inclined to lean into her hand whenever she got to his ears. She just smiled, I think I’m getting to him finally. “Good, good. One more dose of virility and I think you’ll be all set!” She grabbed a white vial, pouring it down the hose. She capped it, empty now, before eyeing a rather large pink one. She shrugged, and poured it in as well, the stallion’s belly actually swelling slightly with how much she’d given him. “More aphrodisiac can’t hurt right? Give in little pony, you’re ours tonight.” She’d almost said mine, but she couldn’t forget who granted the opportunity today.

The algebra teacher was almost entranced as she just kept pouring more in. Goodness, how much does she have? When is she going to stop? For Celestia’s sake don’t kill the boy! Still, she kept a close eye on his balls, watching them grow slowly, before the swelling of his stomach caught her eye. Luna’s hooves! “Don’t you...think he’s ..had enough?” She was huffing hotly through her words, still quite aroused through her concern, already having came a couple times now, the puddle dripping down her desk to the floor.

Arctic was nearly beside himself with trying to keep up with all the things he was drinking. Virility, enhancement, production, synthetic estrus, production again, aphrodisiac, health, another aphrodisiac….it just kept coming for awhile and after swallowing a few dozen times, she just seemed to keep going, his body warming even further. The warmth was greatest in his cock and balls, the latter visibly swelling now. His eyes were threatening to roll up in his head from everything, as he swallowed yet more, his stomach filling out steadily. Finally though, it stopped, and he felt the hose pulled from his lips. He coughed lightly, clearing his throat, as he heard furniture moving, barely giving him any more time to think on what his body was trying to process.

The younger teacher looked wolfishly over to her elder. “Oh trust me, this slutty stud is good for it. Aren’t you?” She looked back at him, seeing his paunch, twin orbs growing below it. “W-well, maybe I went a little far, but he’ll be fine.” She reached into her bag, grabbing a small plastic box, wires and things coming from it. She unravelled the cords, plugging one into the wall, and undoing the rest. The thin wires ran to small pads, which she began sticking over Arctic’s balls and shaft, a few extras going to his inner thighs. With that prepped, she stroked his rubber-clad cheek. “Mmmm good boy, nice and still for me now. I’m going to undo the muzzle and give that tongue of yours a test run. One call for help and I’ll make sure you’ll regret it.” She practically sing-songed her words, the mare as cheerful as ever, not a care in the world as she played with the pegasus. Arctic nodded and she undid the muzzle, pulling up a chair, the legs scraping noisily over the floor, jarring him a little. She set the muzzle close by, giving him a moment to soothe his jaw, noting his slight wriggling and moaning, the latter louder now with his muzzle freed. She sat in the chair facing him, and lifted her hoof, bumping his chin. “Go on, lick it. Do good and you get something sweeter to taste.”

He jumped a bit, feeling clumsy with all the potions working on him, his balls already feeling rather taught as they filled what little space remained between his thighs, falling towards his knees, then the floor, spreading out as the minutes ticked by. He cautiously licked the object, wondering what it was, finding the dusty taste rather unpleasant, but kept going, not wanting to be punished more. He didn’t know what she’d placed over his growing equipment, but he doubted he wanted to find out. He ran his tongue under the hard surface, then over it, and then around the sides, cleaning it dutifully, dimly realising it was her hoof. The thought revolted him, but he couldn’t stop, his increased lust and desire to serve winning over the uncomfortable fullness in his ass, and the taste on his tongue, which was thankfully fading. He licked over it for a few minutes, covering every inch, running across the bottom between the frog of the underside, making sure to leave it sparkling, or so he hoped.

“What a dirty boy.” She pulled her hoof back, watching the light gleam off of the spit-shined surface, before giving him the other to do and watching him get right back to it, cleaning it thoroughly without complaint. “So nice to have a good toy to clean the hooves off after a long day bustling around here. You young adults work us to the bone sometimes, you know.” She waited for him to finish, turning her hoof at different angles, even pushing it into his mouth, spreading his jaw open and pressing his tongue to the floor of his muzzle and feeling it feebly resist. She glanced over at Harshwhinny, winking before removing her hoof and standing up. She straddled Arctic’s head again, pushing her pussy against his muzzle. “Do I need to ask colt?” She felt his tongue quickly dart inside, happy for the sweeter reward. Her legs trembled a bit, her lust that she’d been holding back bubbling up now as he tongued her entrance.”Mmm didn’t think so. Whinny was right. You are such a slut for this aren’t you?”

Ms. Harshwhinny couldn’t take watching anymore. She stood up, her arousal soaking her nearly to the ankle as it ran down her thighs, her desk and the floor under it holding a sizeable puddle. She moved closer, observer Arctic’s tongue feverishly working the maroon mare’s snatch, reminding her of yesterday’s ‘lesson’. She wanted something inside her now. She looked down, and saw the leads trailing off his assets, following them to the little box. She couldn’t ride him like this! “What is that device? As fun as it’s been watching you two play, I’m needing something more substantial now, and those are in my way.”

Cherilee smiled lightly, handing her a remote. Her arousal leaked heavily into the pegasus’ thirsty maw and she struggled to explain it to the hazel mare. “It’s a...mmph...electrostim….machine. Sends small electric….fuck…..shocks through what you...put it on. Give it..a try…” She gripped the stallion’s ears and pulled, shoving her lower lips against him more firmly. “Fuck yes you better not stop!” She ground and bucked her crotch against his mouth, feeling the firm muscle invading and sliding around inside her, scraping and slithering around. She could really get used to this…

His tongue scooped and curled inside her, relishing every drop of her tangy musk he could get to. Her moaning and breathing clued him into where he was most effective as he ate her out passionately. He faltered a bit as she explained the machine, but also took a somewhat perverse pleasure in her struggle to do so. He was such a good boy. Wait, did I just think… It didn’t matter. He was getting his fill of her juices, and happier because of it. Until he felt a tingling then, an almost prickling touch around his shaft, balls, and thighs, the latter tightening the muscles as he shouted into her muff. “MMPH!” The cuffs rattled as he humped the air, sloshing nuts suddenly swelling heavily as he came, the electricity driving him right over the edge, plummeting through his first real peak that afternoon. The taste on his tongue, the scent, the fierce buzzing under his tail, and now the voltage coursing through his groin made him shiver and shudder, groan and cry out into her crotch as his nuts bloated further, passing watermelon size and pushing past it rapidly. The chemical cocktail she’d filled him with worked all too well, his high production feeding on the enhancements like a parched animal at an oasis. He kept trying to press his tongue into her but he could barely focus with everything going on. Further touch, the older mare’s hands twisting his wings, had him squealing loudly, his balls swiftly making more to replace the void they’d thought was created. They were pressing into Cherilee’s legs by the time he wound down, the stallion nearly comatose after such a huge orgasm.

The two mares watched as he strained his bonds, body wracked in the throes of orgasm. Harshwhinny watched with unbridled lust, seeing the familiar sight, now accelerated from the younger mare’s treatment. Maybe there’s something to all these gadgets after all… The younger of the two’s eyes widened in shock, then closed half-lidded as he continued to pump himself up with cream. After a moment though, she realized he was still convulsing, sounding pained now as the electricity grew more intense, pleasure turning to stinging torture as the machine did it’s job mercilessly. She quickly snatched the remote and turned it off, before sighing and stepping back, dropping the remote and unplugging the device, deftly removing the pads as well.

She’d lost a lot of ground from having to stop Harshwhinny from overworking the pegasus, but she stepped back to him, and guided his head back to her folds. “Just a bit more for me please. Get me off and I’ll give you a reward.” She cooed softly as he resumed his tonguework, before looking at the hazel mare as she rubbed his ears. “Be more careful next time. I’ve half a mind to put you in his place.”

Her eyes lowered to look at the machine, then Cherilee. “As if you’d even try. Why replace a perfectly good toy?” She sounded confident, but her cheeks burned from the younger ones’ chiding. She needed to be more cautious with these odd things in the future.

Arctic, for his part, barely heard their banter as he licked and suckled on her labia, before lifting her hood, lashing his tongue across her clit, and sucking gently on the nub, getting a sharp gasp, cutting off her retort in favor of focusing back on him. It wasn’t much longer, before he heard her groan lowly, and a splash of femcum drenched his muzzle, the next spraying over his tongue, the pegasus drinking it down until the flow trickled off, and used his tongue to gather anything left. Shortly after, he felt her pull away, stepping back, now hearing the two shuffling around. He squirmed again, reminded of the toy as it vibrated around inside him, his tailhole feeling much more loose after the constant assault.

Harshwhinny saw him, and reached down to flick the switch off, leaving it inside him, before circling back around front. She watched him panting and trying to recover, glancing to the other mare to see how to proceed as Cherilee slip off the cockring, precum thickly oozing out as soon as it was free. She swore she saw the underside bulge larger as it pushed more from his balls. “Better hurry and plug that leak. If you let him douse my room, I’m laying it all on you. Quite the deviant aren’t you?” She smirked, standing over the stallion, grabbing his head and pulling his muzzle back until it was through her legs, nose pointed to the ceiling, and chin nestled into her rump. She stepped forwards to allow his neck a little slack, before grabbing his mane and tugging him into her musky rear, pressing him to her tailhole. It wasn’t more than a few seconds before she felt the tentative laps of his tongue against her backdoor.

The younger mare giggled, watching her push the stallion into eating her tailstar. She crouched down, massaging and working the abundant precum over his length, looking up to Harshwhinny with a smirk. “Says the old nag getting her ass eaten out forcefully from her pupil. I think we’re both pretty deviant, and you love it as much as I do. Not as much as this slut, right cumpump? With these balls of yours, I’d say that’s about what you are at this point stud. A cock for use, with lots of nice thick cum for us to play with.” She licked the tip, scooping some more from his flare, pressing her tongue into the hole to hear him groan more. Feeling her tongue part the cumslit so easily, she had another idea, digging through her bag again.

Arctic’s world was once again reduced to soft fur and flesh, tongue lapping softly at the older mare’s rear, the bitter, musky flavor saturating his mouth and nose. He got used to the flavor after a moment, pressing more firmly, even pushing into her lightly, the salty taste not the worst he’d had. Certainly not as good as the nectar leaking over his chest now, but at least she was clean. He felt her thighs around him, smearing the earlier juices into his cheeks and neck, more seeping down into his mane lightly, slowing darkening the color to a a navy blue from it’s typical medium color. He moved his head around, licking across the inside of her flanks, trying to treat her as thoroughly here as he did her marehood. His efforts didn’t go unnoticed, as he felt her legs lightly shift from time to time, her pucker grinding against him, accompanied with a heavier flow of her marecum down his neck.

Cherilee came back to him with a set of balls on a string, showing the string of beads to the older mare, getting a raised eyebrow in return. She brought the smallest one to Arctic’s flare, and now both eyebrows were up, shock on the hazel mare’s face. Is she crazy? Still, as the younger one pressed the first inside, then the second, third, and fourth, watching the urethra open wider with each one, she couldn’t help but stare. When it was down to the last one, Harshwhinny realised she barely felt the tongue anymore, the stallion losing focus. She quickly reached back to tug an ear and he resumed his work, moaning against her hole as the last one spread him open a fair amount. Thank the stars it wasn’t a large set.

Light green eyes watched the underside bulge out with the small bulges, getting smaller as they led towards his medial ring. She twisted the ring on the outside, watching him squirm, the flare spreading slowly as he tried to leak around them, but the last one was too big to allow more than a few drops through. She swiftly pulled a few out, before pushing them in, getting rougher after a few strokes. She grinned, picking up the pace again, until she was hearing the stallion moaning through the older mares body. “Good boy. Cum more for your mistresses now. You better have enough for the both of us stud.” She watched those twin orbs swell and grow as she slid the biggest bead in and out, until he came again, making her scoot back to give him more room, his balls each big enough to hold several gallons by now, almost as big as her even! She wondered if she could curl up inside one with how big they’d gotten when he finished. “Now that’s what I was hoping for. Bet you could knock up the faculty with this thing.”

Arctic’s mind was ablaze with lust now, his balls so overfull, barely enough energy left to keep licking at the light brown fur around him, quite clean at this point. He groaned lowly as he felt himself growing again, the small beads intruding into him in a very strange way, lighting up nerves he’d barely felt before. He managed to remain lucid though as he came down, yelling out as he felt the beads abruptly leave him, only to be replaced with a rather tight, wet sleeve. He instinctively tried to hump into it, but only managed to pull his arms back further, straining his shoulders.

Cherilee felt him trying, and grinned, before sinking her pussy down lower onto him, breathing out steadily to focus on taking the large shaft. She watched the flare travel up her belly, until he hit her cervix. She worked him back and forth, grinding him against her dead end until she huffed, dropping her weight to push him fully into her, stretching her torso out from her bust with the intrusion. “Fuck he’s huge! Damn….fuck! I could ride this stud all night! Did you already have him Whinny?” She lifted herself up, bouncing lightly on his cock, letting a few inches move within her as she used the thick rod to pleasure herself, already feeling the pre begin to fill her womb.

Harshwhinny looked down, seeing the outline of Arctic inside her colleague, and nodded. “For such a shy student, and his lack of professionalism, he’s quite a few good traits. I’ll admit I may have….lost my composure a little yesterday even. Just make sure you leave some for me. Though, I don’t think he’ll run out from the looks of it.” She finally pulled her butt away, spinning around to mash her cunny against his lips, looking down at his blindfolded head. “Just imagine it stud, chained to the wall while whoever wants to takes a turn, using those big balls of yours to fill themselves, hours of hot marecunt for your girth to saturate in, as the taste of their juices gush over your tongue endlessly. You’d love that I bet, wouldn’t you slut?”

She pressed harder to his mouth, not letting him reply, but the sudden gasp from Cherilee marked his answer, and warmth bloomed into her torso. “Wow that really got to him Whinny. What a slut!” She rode him faster, the heavy flow setting her off, her walls fluttering and squeezing tightly over his shaft in pulsing waves. The tight seal had her nectar spraying out around his cock, dousing his fur in her arousal, the musky fluid soaking into his fur and washing over the top of his balls.

Cherilee’s bouncing had the toy digging against his insides each time, the thick rubber holding it tightly. He grunted, feeling the bitter taste replaced by a sweeter one, eagerly eating out the pussy given to him, as his ears perked up, listening to the words, fantasizing with her. He imagined himself in the gym, strapped to the weight machine as mare after mare had their turn with him, filling him, or themselves as they pleased. The tight squeezing around his shaft sent him over the edge as he imagined the scene, before his mind came back as fingers dug through his mane, tugging him to get him back on track with Ms Harshwhinny’s folds. He yelped, then moaned hard as he came heavily into the lusty mare.

As he kept cumming Cherilee moved to get off, not wanting to get too full, but the elder mare reached back and held her shoulders, forcing her back down as she began to bloat with cum. “Oh no you don’t you harlot. You’re taking what you made, and I’m not having him blow all over my floor, remember?” She showed her teeth, knowing exactly what she was doing as Cherilee swelled through the months of pregnancy quickly, looking past due with twins, then triplets before he came down, his balls significantly reduced in size, though still more bloated than normal.

The math teacher’s eyes went wide as he just seemed to keep shooting. Dear Celestia when does it end? I’m huge! She glared up at Harshwhinny as she was forced down, the growing weight making her struggles less effective by the second. She looked down to watch the outline of his cock get lost to a rounded bulge, swelling with every clench of those huge nuts, every pulse from the underside of his shaft accompanying more sperm to flood her womb. The flare kept most of it in as she swelled and grew round with warm, thick seed, showing the stallion’s virility, further enhanced by the potions. Finally, as she held enough to make her look quite large, she felt him taper off. “Fucking….so much cum…” She rubbed over the swollen dome, before looking up to see Harshinny looking smugly at her. “You’ll pay for that you know.”

Harshwhinny chuckled before pulling away, letting his tongue press to her a few more times. “That’s enough stud.” She pet his ears before stepping around Cherilee, and putting her arms under the younger mares’. “Oh shut up whore. You love it.” She grunted, pulling the mare off the heavy shaft, helping her over to lay on her side, and grabbing a large butt plug, quickly turning and lifting a leg to shove it into the freshly creamed cunny, smirking at the yelp she received for the action. She rubbed the bloated womb as she spoke. “Looked like you bit off more than you thought huh? Let me show you how an experienced mare handles herself.”

The white pegasus listened as he slowly recovered himself from the heavy release. He blinked as he found his vision returning, the blindfold being cast aside as light brown hands took his jaw. “There you are, little colt. Have fun with the whore? Cause now it’s time for you to really prove yourself.” He nodded, looking up to her timidly, eyes still brimming with lust, the extra potions keeping him forcibly aroused, not that it was even needed at this point.

She grabbed his cock, pressing the leaky tip to her backdoor, and slowly sunk him inside. She shivered, relaxing her tailhole as best she could, slowly inching herself down, letting his precum lube her as she went, his saliva helping from earlier too. “One hell of a stretching you’re giving me stud. You better not cum until I say so, or I’m getting that crop.” She bore down harder, feeling his medial ring pop inside her rear as she continued her descent.

He watched her panting hotly as she took his shaft inside her, the walls of her ass feeling like they might crush his stallionhood from how tight she was. He moaned openly now, his cock sensitive after so much teasing and peaks forced upon it, the potions making it more difficult than ever to hold back. He finally felt her take him to the base, his whole member enveloped in her tight tunnel as she squeezed and flexed herself around him. He even felt her hands stroking him through her torso! It was going to be tough to hold back like this, but he tried his best.

Cherilee slowly recovered as she looked over to see her partner in this taking him up her rump. Goodness did she look spread open! Still, she’d heard her challenge the colt and knew he’d probably lose. She didn’t know if it was guilt, or maybe just that she felt they’d done enough, but she sat up, feeling the warm cum slosh around as she moved behind the other mare, and reached around to squeeze her boobs. She could at least try and help the poor colt from more punishment.

Harshwhinny gasped as she saw the dark purple hands groping her bust, blushing and moaning heatedly from the extra stimulation. “T-that’s cheating! S-stop that this instant!” She gripped Cherilee’s wrists, but harsh pinching to her nipples, and quick motions as she kept trying to ride the shaft stirring her insides, and she was cumming hard, her cunny squirting messily onto his abdomen, further coating his fur in mixed fluids from the extended session. She panted, glaring back to the younger mare. “Payback I take it?”

The younger teacher just reached around, flicking the toy back on, immediately making the stallion cry out in his own peak. “No, this is.”

The stallion cried out loudly, balls shrinking as he filled his teacher’s gut, bloating it within the first several shots, then stretching it, the rough outline disappearing as he unloaded copiously into her. He felt her walls rippling around him, each shot spreading her wider each time the urethra bloated, the payload they’d made him contain flooding her belly, filling it so full, even bigger than Cherilee’s had been.

It had been well over a minute now, and Harshwhinny was stuck on the cock filling her, her fur starting to thin out. Oh fuck this is too much, and it’s so hot. She felt Cherilee’s hands move to her shoulders, holding her to take every spurt of rich stallion cream. She’d gotten big enough to hold 5 foals already, but something was different as her bust was pushed up, her belly growing rounder now. She coughed, tasting something, before her eyes widened. She was so full, her body was trying to let it out through her mouth! “H-hurk e-enough..I..I...I glrk-”

Maroon hands quickly found her muzzle, and held it shut. “Now now weren’t you talking about not making messes? You can hold more can’t you?” She giggled, watching her swell larger, Arctic’s balls almost back to normal again, the last few shots making the older mare’s cheeks swell, cum spraying through her lips, and out her nose onto her stomach, some getting onto Arctic as well. Cherilee just laughed as Arctic finally finished. “See? You could! Almost took it all. Quite the load he gave you. Makes me wonder if I should try him there next time.” She patted Harshwhinny’s back, causing her to choke and cough up more seed, before getting up slowly, resting on a desk to get her balance. She surveyed the room, taking in her own belly, and now the hazel one, with the white pegasus bound, wriggling in his bonds as the toy buzzed away. “Can you get the vibe ‘Whinny? Don’t want him going off again. I think we’ve done enough today…..phew.”

Harshwhinny nodded, groaning and smushing her gut into him to strain her arm, just managing to flick the toy’s switch off, not enough leverage to remove it though. “Uhff…..got it. I...don’t think I can do much more though, thanks to your little stunt.” She scowled, blushing. She was annoyed at the turn of events but she couldn’t deny how nice it felt to be so warm and full. She’d forgive her later, if they could get out of this mess.

Arctic panted and groaned as the buzzing finally relented, watching Cherilee waddle over and take it out of his ass, thankfully being gentle, his poor rear clenching behind it, trying to regain its tightness as she fumbled with his bonds, letting the belts out, and unlocking the cuffs, the clattering on the floor signalling his release.

Together, Arctic and Cherilee helped get the older mare off him, the younger mare quickly plugging her rear as Arctic just fell to his back, undoing the wing straps and flexing his limbs, working out the pins and needles travelling through them. He blinked, almost waking up from a trance, seeing his two teachers impossibly swollen with cum, thankfully looking down the see his cock shrinking back into its sheath for now.

He sat up, rubbing legs with his hands, feeling the bloodflow restoring feeling in them, before getting up and standing over them, scratching the back of his soaked mane with his hand. “Guess you’ll need help getting that out huh?” He briefly wondered if he should just make a break for it, knowing he’d be free, but thought better of it. They’d just make him pay for it later.

Cherilee came over and leaned into the taller stallion, directing him to assist her to the restroom, where she went into a stall, pulling her plug free and pushing the cum out, flushing as necessary, and being very careful to not leave any evidence as her stomach grew flat again. She exited the stall, finding Arctic standing by the sink, blushing and looking at the floor. She took his chin in her hand, looking him in the eye. “You did great today, no matter what the old nag says. I know it was probably overwhelming, but….really, you did wonderful, ok?”

Arctic blinked, not expecting kindness from the dominant mare, but smiled shyly, nodding. “Y-yes mistress, thank you.”

Her finger tapped him on the nose. “Now now, only in the room there. I’m just Ms. Cherilee now ok?” She waited for him to nod, before they went back to find the other mare looking beached under her own belly, panting.

The hazel-furred mare scowled over at the two. “Could you move any slower? I’m stuck here thanks to you both.” Blush tinged her cheeks, betraying her embarrassment.
The other two just smiled, before Cherilee spoke up. “Oh hush. You brought it on yourself. Well, IN yourself, haha!” She giggled at her poor joke, before hefting the bloated mare, with Arctic’s help, to her feet, helping her trod to the restroom, removing the plug, and assisting her in emptying herself too.

After getting out as much as they could, the trio went back to the room, gathering up everything back into the bag, and wiping up the miscellaneous puddles on the desks and floor, making everything presentable again.

That done the three went down to the gym taking quick, efficient showers, being mindful to just be clean, the mares thankfully leaving the stallion to wash up without teasing him. Drying off, they walked back down the empty halls, towels around them for decency. It was a good thing no one was around, the group looking rather suspicious like this, but they made it back to the room without incident.

Getting dressed again, Arctic felt a hand on his shoulder, and looked back to see Ms. Harshwhinny looking at him softly. “Excellent work on today’s lesson, Frost. So good in fact, you can have tomorrow off, but I expect you here on time the day after, understood?” Honestly, she just needed the day to recover. She would be quite sore come morning, she knew.

Cherilee smiled at him too, walking around in front of him, cleaned and dressed as well, bags over her shoulder again. “That’s right Arctic. Well done today. You deserve a break. Good boy.”

Arctic nodded, blushing at the pet talk. “T-thank you m-mistresses. I’ll be sure to b-be early day after tomorrow. You’re v-very generous.” He smiled, before turning to leave, only to feel arms around him, making him blush again as the brown mare hugged him from behind, the maroon from the front, sandwiching him between them.

They tenderly nuzzled him, before letting him go, watching him scamper off red-faced, giggling to each other as they straightened the room back up, just going over things again. “I see why you like using all those things now. That was quite some fun.”

Cherilee smiled back at her elder, nodding. “Mhmm! Though after watching you, I can see the more simple appeal of just controlling him without a lot of aid. We’ll see how it goes in a couple days hmm?”

Harshwhinny just nodded, smiling gently back. “Indeed.”

They left then, going their respective ways, as the white pegasus flew home at a brisk pace, thankful for the air to finish drying his damp fur before landing at his house, going straight to his room and laying down, sighing as he slipped into sleep, so happy to have tomorrow off from those two.

Author's Note

Whew! Chapter 2 is complete! This one was kinda tough to write out, and ended up a lot longer than I'd planned on. Still, hope it's better than the last one, and enjoyable!

For those hoping for something nicer for the poor guy, stay tuned for chapter 3!

-GS

Day 3 - A Different Approach

Arctic woke up the next morning, stretching and sitting up, greeting the day with a yawn and a grumble. He was not a morning pony. He looked at the time. Good, just enough to get washed up and head to school. He spread his wings, flexing them a few times while rolling his head, working out the kinks in his neck before grabbing a light breakfast, and splashing some water on his face. Shaking himself the rest of the way awake he went back to his room and pulled on his jeans, throwing on a simple tshirt, carefully pushing his wings through it. He opened the front door and stepped out, locking the door behind him as he began walking to school. He barely got a block, before unfurling his wings and taking to the air. As a pegasus, he loved to fly, and the warm sunny day made his slow start much easier, adrenaline kicking in as he propelled himself quickly through the sky. He wasn’t the fastest flyer by any means, but his taller size and greater wingspan allowed him to keep up with most of the pack. He looked down at the buildings, making out the familiar place of education amongst the other structures. He only saw a few other students on the way there, thankfully none pestering him. His asymmetrical wings always made him an easy target, and the students always seemed more than ready to bother him for one reason or another.

Surprisingly, he made it to his first class completely free and clear, not seeing maroon or light brown fur around the corners, or bumping into anyone as he maneuvered the hall. His classes seemed fairly normal, and by the time the bell rang for second period, he almost wondered if this would be a good day. Even as he sat through Ms. Harshwhinny’s class, she seemed rather calm, almost tired. He blushed faintly, remembering yesterday and how big she’d gotten. Probably still recovering. I’m glad to have the day off. She didn’t even glance at him as he left, shouldering his backpack. He allowed a small smile to slip across his muzzle.

As he made his way down to English Literature, he brushed past a few groups of other students, catching a few eyeing him oddly. He didn’t think much on it though, sitting in his usual place in her room. As the class went on, he noticed Cherilee acting similarly to his math teacher, not quite as energetic as normal, explaining the importance of old ponies that had written things in their times. He wasn’t really interested much, but as she let out the class, she gave him a small smile, one he found himself returning. It was a good thing he didn’t have detention with them today. He only had a couple periods left, but he couldn’t wait to get back home early and relax.

Much farther down the hall, a few turns to move to a much larger area, and he was in gym again, pointedly trying to ignore the outlined flanks of the mares as they stretched and moved around in the tight clothing. His own pride, or shame really, was similarly outlined, and he found himself getting warmer as the hour ticked by.

The heat was also in part to the fiery maned yellow pegasus shouting at her students. “Lets GO FROST! Pick up those legs! I want ten more rounds outta you NOW!”

Arctic groaned, doing as she asked. She was always having pushing him, making him fly farther, run faster, and generally make him rather tired by the end of her class.

Still, after the laps, she looked at him and gestured to the locker room. “Good work! Go get washed up and get on to your next class! See you tomorrow afternoon! Rest up those wings for those of you that have em!”

The white stallion didn’t wait to listen to the rest of her talking. Something about her unsettled him, and it wasn’t just her extra orders, though that was getting to be a pain. No, he rushed into the showers and stripped quickly, hastily letting the cold water douse him, cooling himself off and washing fast, trying to get in and out before too many saw him like this. He looked around, seeing no one, and focused, feeling his left arm grow colder, the water moving slower across the blue fur of his forearm, until it froze solid, water running over the ice as he played around, and further cooled himself with it for a moment. He waited until he was nice and cold before releasing the mental attention, feeling the now warm water thaw the patches of ice quickly. He rinsed off again, stepping out and grabbing a towel and his clothes. He dried off, getting his regular clothes back on, flinging some of the remaining water from his wings as he stowed his gym clothes back in his locker. He reached down and grabbed his pack, when his ear turned back to hear quick footsteps, turning around just in time for some of the other stallions to toss a cooler of ice water over him, quickly soaking through his clothes, his pack thankfully discarded fast enough to miss most of it. He shielded his face, and brought his hands down as the thick plastic bucket crashed down over his head, stunning him. He fell back into the lockers, wings and arms flailing for purchase, managing to catch himself before he went too far down.

The mean-spirited males jeered at him, thumping their hands against the bucket and calling him names, laughing at him as they left to go out into the hall. So much for a good day. He grabbed the outside of the bucket and threw it off, the plastic loudly echoing off the tiles walls. He shook himself, mane, tail, and wings all flinging water about as he grabbed a few more towels, patting himself dry for awhile, before giving up and throwing them into the laundry bin with the others. He grit his teeth, stuffing his anger towards them. They were just dumb, tormenting him for their pleasure. He wasn’t going to give them the satisfaction by retaliating.

He grabbed his mostly dry bag, and left the locker room, heading to his last subject of the day. Home Ec. Thankfully it was an easy course for the most part, and something he didn’t dislike. The sewing was tough on his large hands, but cooking wasn’t so bad. He caught the time, seeing the halls mostly empty now, marking his tardiness. He trudged on regardless. 7 minutes or 5, late was late, the stallion dripping a small trail of water behind him as he walked. He approached the door, set his jaw, and entered, trying not to look miserable.

From the expression on the pastel blue mare’s face, he didn’t succeed. “Arctic? Why are you all wet, showing up to class like that?” A few of the students hid their muzzles behind hands, snickering as he dripped in the doorway. The plump mare didn’t miss it, looking between them, and the sad, downtrodden stallion filling most of the doorway. “No matter. Come on dearie, let’s get you dried off. You can tell me then.” She went over to the partition separating her room from the next. “Mrs Shy? Can you look after my class for a while?”
The pale beige mare came over, matronly eyes looking over square spectacles to see the tall pegasus currently making a puddle on the floor. “Oh dear, of course. What happened to him?”

Arctic barely met her eyes. “N-nothing ma’am. J-just um...d-didn’t have enough time to dry off w-was all.” He looked back at the floor.

The two middle aged mares shared a knowing look, before the blue one took his hand and led him back into the kitchenettes, towards the back where the laundry machines were. The other slid the partition wall away, addressing all the students, handing out worksheets as she got her class back on track.

Arctic followed the kindly mare back to the far corner, careful not to linger on the wide, heavy backside as it bounced around with every step, her bust swinging into view from in front of her, offsetting her rump. Her whole body seemed to jiggle pleasantly, and he almost ran into her, catching himself with a start as her hand left his.

She turned to face him, placing a hand on her hip, the other levelling a finger at him. “Now Arctic, you’ve been coming to my class dry all year long, and just today you don’t have time to dry off? You were already late. Why not just dry off and be a little more late?” She held his gaze with her eyes, the magenta irises full of concern, and suspicion.

The wet pegasus just wrung his hands together, looking off to the side. “I uhm….j-just uhh...wanted to not be as late. S-sorry Mrs. Cake.” He looked back to her eyes, his own widening a bit at the anger in hers.

The finger that’d been pointing at him extended to poke him on the nose, before she gripped his chin, pulling his head down to look at him more closely, seeing his eyes shifting. “Uh-uh dearie. No lies. Tell me what happened truthfully hun. I won’t be upset.”

He sighed, closing his eyes, before continuing. “W-well I was d-dry after class, b-but some of the other guys s-splashed a bucket of water on me a-after I got dressed….then uhm….put the bucket over my head and h-hit it...I got kinda dizzy...t-they were gone, and I-I d-didn’t see them...s-s-sorry...I um...s-sorry Mrs. Ca-” He felt something on his lips, opening his eyes to find her finger shushing him. He mumbled, before blushing heavier as her arms encircled him in a big hug. She’d surrounded his arms, so he couldn’t really reciprocate, but he was all too aware of her abundant curves pressing into him, until she let go, humming thoughtfully.

She looked at him sternly. “Nothing to apologize for hunny, now c’mon, get outta those wet clothes. I’ll put them in the dryer for you, and see about finding you some dry, clean clothes.” She held out her hand, gesturing for him to hand them over.

He blushed, lifting up his shirt, putting it in her hand, before looking down. “U-ummm I’ll keep my p-pants if that’s alright m-ma’am.” There was nothing underneath them, and he really didn’t need further embarrassment today. He gasped as she fumbled with his belt, getting it open and pulling them down, his hands grabbing the waistband to pull them back. “S-stop t-there’s n-nothing a-ah....”

Cup Cake gasped, her hands flying to her mouth at realizing what she’d seen. “W-well now dear….j-just...here.” She pushed a spare apron into his hands. “Cover up with that while I get these off ok? N-nothing I haven’t seen before alright? I’ve got 3 of my own you know.”

Arctic took the apron and hastily stuffed it in the front of his jeans as she slipped them down, stretching the cotton fabric over his sheath and balls, the former already swollen. He hadn’t had time to empty himself that morning, the big balls packed tight with seed, even after all he’d filled the two with yesterday. He stammered another apology and stepped out of the jeans, the blue mare taking them and his shirt, turning away and bending over, huffing as she threw them in the dryer, setting the timer.

She was quite flustered. She’d nearly exposed a student! Still, she busied herself for a moment, closing up the machine and fiddling with buttons and dials, focusing on that to cool back off. Poor dear….I don’t know why they’d pick on such a nice young stallion like that. She straightened up, realising she been bent over too long, spinning back around. Her chest took a few seconds to catch up, swinging gently to a stop.

Arctic bit his lip as the big blue rump jiggled and swung gently. Maybe it was from not seeing her this close, but his teacher had a sort of motherly beauty about her that he hadn’t noticed before. He felt his wings standing up slightly, and quickly tugged them against his back, adjusting the apron to cover the increased swelling, his flare dangerously close to slipping out from letting his mind wander, wondering what it would feel like between that bosom.

She gave him a curious look, before she understood, cracking a gentle, disarming smile. “Now dear, you go ahead and stay back here. I’ll go ahead and finish the rest of my lesson while the machine runs. Just stay here ok?” She patted his chest, letting it linger to guide him to a seat,out of the way and out of sight. “Just relax ok? I’ll give you a passing grade today, and see if I can do anything about those guys. Oh, and here.” She took a few towels from the shelf and pushed them into his arms. “Go ahead and see what you can do to dry off ok sweetie?”

His ears practically burned as she talked to him like this, the stallion not really knowing how to respond. He sat like she’d requested, and gratefully took the towels, blushing as he covered more of himself, wilting a bit under her care. She was being so kind to him, but he couldn’t help but see how this might go wrong. He had no clothes, and not much in the way of covering besides. He waited for her to go back up front, before setting the apron aside and unfolding the first towel, working over his chest and abdomen, then up to his mane, ruffling the hair and letting the soft cloth pick up what it could. He looked around the cabinet, not seeing anyone, and stood up, turning around to rub over his feathers carefully, taking a long while on them, having to work from the top of each wing down, not wanting to bend any of the feathers. Afterwards, he ran it over his back, twisting around and spreading the dryer wings for easier access. He tossed it aside with the first, grabbing the last towel, running down one leg then up the other, spending extra time at the unshorn fetlocks, patting them before moving on, brushing over his flank and wringing out his tail. He was just getting finished when he heard a soft gasp, making him instantly freeze.

Mrs. Cake covered her mouth, her muzzle darkening as she caught a much better view of the heavy orbs hanging near the stallion’s knees. My goodness! Those look bothersome… She looked away, shyly folding her ears as he turned around.

He slowly turned, spotting his teacher looking down, quickly gasping and sitting down, not giving enough thought and pinching one of the heavy nuts against the seat, quickly adjusting himself and scrambling to cover himself with something and gripping the apron to his sheath. “S-sorry sorry I d-didn’t hear you m-ma’am.”

She looked back at him as he’d yelped softly, watching him trying to get comfortable. “Aww now don’t be sorry. It’s alright dear. J-just relax. You’re looking better. Nice and dry?” She smiled, looking hopeful as her own blush faded slowly.

He nodded. “Y-yes ma’am. M-much better.” The machine hummed away as he sat there, looking up at her nervously.

She glanced over, seeing there was a good bit of time left before it would be finished, then looked back at him, creasing her brow in worry. “What’s the matter now dear? You look less comfy than earlier! The kids are gone, and I gave those colts a good talking to ok? They shouldn’t bother you anymore. Just sit tight and…” She looked down, spying a growing wet spot in the middle of the apron. “...do...do you need to use the restroom hun? You’re leakin something there.” She tilted her head.

He looked down, bunching the cloth over the spot. “A-ah no g-goodness I…” He swallowed, the heavy mare stepping closer, shushing him. He felt the apron fall away as she pulled on it, exposing the tip sliding free, pre dripping steadily from it. His muzzle darkened heavily with blush. “P-please don’t be m-mad t-they’re just r-rather pent up…..I f-forgot to t-take care of it e-earlier and-”

Her finger was silencing him again, her other moving to gently take the lengthening member, stroking and rubbing along it as it filled out. “Shhhh honey…Momma Cake’s gotcha. Those do look troublesome. Let me give you a hand.” She watched it continue to fill out, creeping up his chest. “O-or two, wow.” She squeezed her thighs together, her underwear teasing her now as she grew warm from seeing the big shaft.

Arctic blushed, Mrs. Cake’s closeness pinning him as well as any binding would have right now. “Y-you don’t have to-”

Then she did pin him, as he felt the softness of her body settle down into his lap as she tugged his cock up to her mouth, licking the pre up from him, shifting her hefty rump over his lap while giggling. “Getting all worked up over and older mare...what a naughty boy….but I’ll clean you up this time.” She smiled, before swirling her tongue around his flare, making him moan, pre spurting out over her nose, making her pull back, eyeing the stallion. “Provided you don’t make a mess of me now….” She wiped her nose off, sticking her finger into her mouth and popping it free, before leaning back to suckle on his flare, letting her muzzle fill, before swallowing. She looked into his eyes, before feeling something wet on her chest, different than the growing patch between her legs. She let his shaft go, looking over her bust to see two little stains, spreading slowly. “Oh dear….they never do seem to stop after so many little ones...maybe we can help each other out?”

Arctic’s eyes were practically glued to her mouth as she suckled down his pre, before he noticed the splotches forming on her top, seeing her notice them shortly after, blushing at hearing her suggestion. He opened his mouth to stammer out an excuse, but a low gurgle resounded from him, his stomach deciding the answer for him. He had gone without lunch after all.

The azure matron’s eyes lit up at hearing this. “Sounds like you don’t mind at all.” She pulled up her shirt to her neck, pulling the massive cups of her bra down to expose the nipples, leaning forwards to press the leaky tit to his lips. “Go on now, drink up. It’s good for you! Take as much as you like sweetie.” She smiled warmly, taking his flare back into her mouth, swallowing mouthful after mouthful of precum from those overproductive orbs.

The pegasus was beside himself, surprised at the large blue fleshy nub leaking across his lips, staring at it as he felt her lips resume their pulling on his crown. He looked to her, seeing her eyes on him, giving him a wink, and looked back to her breast, the large, heavy swell almost beckoning him to start. “U-umm…” He was squirming lightly, uncomfortable with how hemmed in he was, but didn’t know if he wanted her to stop either. Already he felt the weight in his pendulous nuts lessening slightly, each soft gulp that reached his ears marking a tiny bit less pressure in them. He stared at the leaking teat for another moment, his stomach complaining, almost louder now, as if it detected the abundant source of nutrition right in front of him. “I uhm..e-err…” He blushed darkly, before pressing his muzzle to her bust, and taking that firm nipple between his teeth. He pursed his lips, and suckled, his tongue immediately registering the sweet, rich flavor washing over it. He suckled harder almost immediaately, swallowing his first mouthful, then another quickly, alternating heavy pulls, and quick gulps, quelling his belly with the plentiful bounty.

She smiled around his flare as she heard him stutter and struggle with the idea, happy he’d chosen to take it. Such a nice young man. She thought, before looking back down the length as it swelled again, delivering another warm spurt of cream. Tasty too. I know why the others are jealous hmmhmm. She looked back at him, watching him steadily drink, and gently stroked a hand through his mane, getting to the back and pulling, holding him gently against her breast.

The stallion felt himself relaxing as the warm drink sated his hunger, barely flinching as he felt her hand run through his mane to end up resting on his head. She wasn’t hurting him, and this was….surprisingly nice. There was the subtle lessening in pressure from his balls, and the steady warmth filling his belly as he drank greedily from her breast. The tasty ambrosia ran freely for several minutes, before it began to thin a little. He ran his tongue across the fleshy nub, collecting everything he could, before hearing her moan. He opened his eyes to see her blushing and looking right at him, pulling off his shaft with a gasp, letting the pre run down the side.

“Goodness honey, you’re quite hungry huh? Can’t say I blame you. The twins always had a tough time pulling away too. Give that one a break though ok? I think you’ve about drained it.” She giggled, seeing him pull off with a gasp, moving her hand to ruffle his mane. “Aww don’t be shy now. You’ve got a whole ‘nother one that’s got plenty more.” She shifted, pressing the nipple to his muzzle, pushing it inside without giving him a chance to get a word in. “There you go. Got plenty for you dear.” She leaned over and kissed the top of his head, feeling him resume nursing. “That’s a good stallion.” She gave the flustered male a warm smile, before deciding to remove her shirt and bra fully, using her cleavage to soak up the leaking pre, and running her tongue around the flare again. She followed with her lips, gently massaging now in addition to her suckling as she drank the seemingly endless flow of pre, watching his urethra undulate with every pulse into her muzzle.

Arctic drank from the new source of nutrition, unable to speak as she gently took hold of him again. He swallowed over and over, but he was already getting full. He moaned, almost feeling mindless as he worked on her second tit, feeling his orgasm building, rather slowly compared to late, but a welcome change as he closed his eyes again. He was starting to feel tired, the fullness of his belly, and so much warm, soft mare around him making him drop his guard, slipping into a comfortable rhythm.

Blue ears swiveled back as Cup Cake heard a light gasp, catching sight of Mrs. Shy, and gesturing with her free hand for her to back away a bit and go around the corner.

The pale yellow mare covered her mouth, looking to the side, then back to them, quickly glancing away again. She nodded, face rather red from the sight, and backed up quietly behind the stocked shelves of various foodstuffs. She fanned herself with a hand. Oh my gosh oh my gosh were they really just...how...ohhh….I’m all warm…. She felt the telltale stirring of her nethers inside her cotton panties, shifting her thighs as she heard the soft sounds of swallowing, punctuated with the occasional moan. She couldn’t help but turn to peer through some boxes to watch.

The white stallion continued to drink, his stomach starting to stretch lightly as he coaxed more of the sweet fluid from her breast. Her stroking hand kept him in place, but he moaned against her breast a little more loudly now, his orgasm approaching closer. It was slow, a simmering lust building in his body as he felt the massive, soft bust of his teacher, and her ever attentive tongue draw out a constant flow of precum. He pulled his head against her hand, ready to warn her, before feeling the grip tighten, the stallion early choking as he was made to swallow another mouthful.

Mrs. Cake gave him a knowing look, then winked. With unnatural ease, her head ventured further on his shaft, her neck bulging out clearly with his shape. She took a deep breath, then plunged further, sinking him deep into her throat, and swallowing around him hard. Her throat muscles rippled around him, practically wringing the shaft for its seed. She heard another choked gasp, before a muffled cry, before her eyes grew large, feeling the cock thicken even more as it pulsed, delivery spurt after warm spurt, filling her belly with thick cum. She swallowed repeatedly, goading him into releasing more, moaning as the weight settled in her belly, warming her from the inside.

The pale yellow pegasus had to cover her mouth as she watched the blue stomach round out gently, then swell. H-how….so...so much! She ground her legs together, before reaching down and tugging off her pants, taking her underwear with them at the same time. She bent down to remove them, keeping her eyes on the two so lewdly drinking from each other. Her nose bumped the shelf lightly, making her stop, just as she’d stepped out of her clothes. She saw what she’d bumped into, and her eyes lit up as she removed her apron, blouse, and bra next, leaving her things in a pile. She blushed hard, seeing the blue stomach engorge itself with the stallions production. She tore her gaze away, grabbing a few bottles from the shelf, and leaning back against a counter. Mmmm this is so...naughty….but I wonder...if he’ll like it…

All Arctic could really feel was just how tight her throat held him, and the spilling of precious nourishment down his front, soaking into his fur. His hips bucked fitfully up against her body, making her form bounce and jiggle, her belly even moreso as it grew. It went on for some time, swelling her to where it looked like she’d had quite the meal before he felt her pop off of him, a few errant jets landing across her muzzle. He finally pulled off her teat, leaning against the wall, breathing hard as he came down from his peak. “W-wow..I-” He quickly cut himself off, covering his muzzle for a small burp, his face reddening once more.

She sighed happily, before giggling at the stallions expression, smiling and covering her own muzzle, the sensual tension broken by the adorable behavior. “Sounds like someone needs a nap soon huh? Got a nice full belly from all that milk like such a good boy.” She licked her lips, gathering a few stray droplets of seed, humming in delight, and patting her own belly. “Mmm, gave momma such a nice meal too.” She pulled him to her chest, burying his muzzle into her cleavage. She stroked his mane, cooing softly, “Such a healthy young man too. All the seed must’ve had you all wound up, poor dear.” She kissed his head, before getting up, and looking down at him. He’s...still leaking, and hard? After all that? Oh dear...well, I do still have a bit of milk left too..hmmm She took his hand, helping him up to a standing position, and leading him around the shelves to the kitchen areas. She paused, smirking lightly. “Oooh looks like someone’s made you a beautiful desert hun.” She grinned, gripped his shoulders firmly, feeling him tense up.

Leaning back against the counter was Mrs. Shy, dark brown lines and swirls marring her usual pale coloration. She took one of the couple bottles of chocolate sauce she’d found, and drizzled some of the syrup right above her marehood, licking her lips. “C’mon, just a taste? I’m sure you’ll love it.” She took the end of the bottle and pressed it into herself, squeezing it hard, sending quite a bit into her tunnel. She hummed, and set the bottle aside, more of the sweet stuff oozing from her folds now. “Aww don’t be shy...here.” She took the flustered stallion from her colleague by the shoulders, and pulled him close, offering her own chocolate covered bust to him. “Growing boys need their fill…..”

The stallion could barely seem to get a word in between the two, feeling one soft pair of hands replaced by another as he was handed off, looking at all the sauce the older mare had poured over, and now in herself. His muzzle was pressed right to her shoulder, lips getting sticky with the sweet syrup, his tongue tasting it shortly after. It was good, so sugary, and chocolate was one of his favorite sweet treats. This was was certainly….unorthodox for eating it though. He soon started licking, swiping his tongue over her fur, cleaning the spot thoroughly before moving to the next. After barely a minute, he felt almost entranced, searching the next sweet spot from the last. He worked down her shoulder towards her chest, getting to the top of her breast, approaching her nipple soon after. He stopped there, the nub already hard from her arousal. He suckled on it, making sure to clean it well, eliciting a moan from the older mare.

Mrs Cake watched with enthusiasm and lust as the stallion took to his ‘treat’ with interest, and lost himself to it. Mmmm look at him go…..I wonder…. She removed her pants and underwear, fully nude now, then found Mrs Shy’s clothes. She took them and her own to the laundry area, then returned, going to the shelves and grabbing some whipped cream and honey, as well as a small bottle towards the back. Let’s see how long he can go. She even grabbed a jar of cherries, smiling as she brought them over, setting them down to watch the show, her hand slowly drifting down her swollen belly to her folds, teasing herself.

The other teacher was cooing and praising him gently, moaning whenever he would get to a sensitive place. He’s got a great tongue for this. She watched the firm muscle travel down her body, following the spirals and patterns she’d drawn with the sauce, working over her other breast. She moaned again as he really seemed to pay her other teat so much attention, and couldn’t help but rub his ears affectionately. Once clean, he moved to her belly, dipping his tongue into her navel to scoop out what lay there. She gasped as he pressed his mouth firmly to her soft stomach, sniffing and digging his tongue in the cushy mass, rooting out every drop. Ohhh..c’mon now….. She panted softly. Her nethers were practically leaking as much of her lust as what she’d squirted in there. “Alright hunny, a little lower please. That’s it, right….r-right...there!~” She moaned out, finally feeling his tongue lap against her folds, the stallion licking and suckling up nectar and chocolate alike. She saw his eyes, looking hungry as she finally felt him delve into the main part of his ‘dessert’. “Mmmm make sure to get it all now sweetie. Quite the mess I seem to have mmm..made.” She looked over to see Cup Cake rubbing and fingering herself as she watched, blushing from the sight.

The blue mare watched him so eagerly eat out the leaky cunny that was offered, and it gave her an idea. She reluctantly pulled her hand away, and climbed up on the countertop, lying face down. She grabbed a can of whipped cream topping, and pushed the nozzle to her rump, filling the space between those huge flanks. She pressed more, getting a little past her rosebud, before covering the surface of her rear too. The can empty, she put it aside and grabbed the honey, drizzling it over the whipped cream, then pushed the bottle between her thighs, squirting it messily to coat her inner thighs, then squirting a lot up into her folds too, feeling it spill slowly back out. Lastly, she took a few cherries and placed them around, nestling one right into her folds. Preparation complete, she resumed watching the big stud’s tongue ravenously lick and worm into those lips, his muzzle firmly pushed between those heavy thighs of her peer.

Arctic just kept licking and lapping at her, occasionally pulling away to find more on her inner thigh, before shoving right back into her hole again, until she was quivering in place. He felt the fingers that had been stroking his mane grip it softly, gently holding him there. She was getting close. He attacked her clit with passion then, until he heard her squeal, his muzzle instantly coated in a deluge of musky mare juices, further wetting his fur. He gulped and swallowed, stuffing his tongue back inside her to get everything he could. His stomach may be full, but he’d make room for more sweet arousal happily, lost in his lust.

The beige mare panted and breathed heavily, coming down from that orgasmic high. “So...mmm….such a good job honey, finish your desert, and giving me such a nice tip. It looks like you’ve...got another course to go though…” She giggled, petting the stallion’s head and gesturing towards the two huge flanks topped with whipped cream, honey, and cherries. She helped him up, and gave him a gentle push. “Go on now. Make sure you treat her as well as me, and we’ll make sure to help you too.” She smiled as he stepped over, his muzzle practically drooling already.

Mrs. Cake watched him amble towards her, and patted her backside, making it jiggle pleasantly. “Get it while it’s hot now Arctic. Wouldn’t wanna wait too long…” She grinned, waving her tail, beckoning him closer. She wiggled her rump, sticking her tongue out. “I know you’ve got room for more don’t you? Such a hungry boy.” She turned back to get a better look, seeing him leaning down already, captivated by her flanks. He looked almost silly, muzzle covered in marecum and chocolate. She gently gripped his mane, and helped him bend the rest of the way, before pushing his muzzle right into the cream. “There you go hun, eat up now!”

Arctic was mesmerized by those massive buns almost as much as the equally immense bosom propping up Mrs. Cake’s front. He followed her hand, and pushed into the creamy mound, sucking down mouthfuls of the honey-laced confection. His figure was going to suffer after today for sure. He dutifully licked away at the white creamy until he felt the soft, sweaty fur of her rump, scooping and cleaning her off as he went along. His face was a mess, covered in chocolate, femcum, and now honey and whip cream. He scooped up a cherry with his tongue, the sugary sweetness going well with the savory taste her fur seemed to have. He didn’t shy away, mindlessly cleaning and digging his muzzle into the crevice of her rump. He pushed in deeply, smearing the whipped cream over his cheeks as he worked his tongue against her pucker, not minding it at all. His stomach felt more than full now as he packed more into it. Her rump taken care of, his tongue found more honey, and slipped deeper between those thick thighs. They enveloped his muzzle they were so large on the smaller mare, and he found himself taking quicker breaths, slurping and suckling the honey right from her folds. He opened his mouth side, pressing against her groin firmly, smushing those honey-laced folds inwards as his tongue shoved deeper into her, savoring her taste along with the nearly overpowering sweetness. As he ate her out, her natural musk began to show itself as he cleaned out all the sweet liquid she’d pumped into herself. This was incredible, and he was struggling to figure out which he liked more.

Mrs. Shy came around front of her peer, watching Arctic’s muzzle root around, so hungrily going after everything he could. She cooed down to him as he worked. “Such a good boy, cleaning up his dinner and dessert...mmm such a nice young man.” She looked down at Cup as she caught her waving to her. She leaned down, listening to the blue mare whispering something to her, and her smile widened. Ohhh yes that would work…...I haven’t fed the kids like that in years….oh? That much hmmm? Well….he’ll drink it down I’m sure, like the nice big colt he is. She smiled, before taking the small bottle Cup had brought over. She opened it, and popped a small, white pill into her mouth, swallowing it, blushing lightly. This was so…..deviant of her. She’d just cum a moment ago, but already she could feel those inner fires stoking themselves for another go. After all, he’s still hard...gosh...just looking at it….

The azure mare felt his tongue everywhere, running over her plot, in-between the plump mounds, as he journeyed around the large blue curvature.She nearly squealed as she felt his tongue delving into her tailstar, trying to relax it to give him more room. She couldn’t help but squirm a little as he pushed inside, and moaned as he finally got to her folds. So eager to please...hmmm...now that gives...mmmm...me an idea… She silently grabbed the little bottle from earlier, and showed it to Mrs.Shy, trying to keep her composure as the stallion vigorously worked her tunnel. She whispered to her, keeping her voice down aside from gasps and stutters as she explained her plan. She smiled and watched her colleague take the pill, meant for inducing heavy lactation for mothers who just didn’t have enough. Good thing I had some leftover from the twins…..greedy little things. She hummed in pleasure, feeling the stallion so thoroughly attending to her marehood, gasping and moaning as his tongue dug deeper. “That’s it hun, get it all now, no leftovers….good...such a good boy! You’re making momma so happy.”

He blushed hard from the matronly talk, as he savored her femcum, swallowing what he could, the honey mostly gone now. He didn’t seem to slow down though, lapping and running his tongue through her cunny, pushing it in and drawing it out, changing where he pushed, and keeping his muzzle pressed hard against her groin. He closed his muzzle a bit, clamping down on her labia, before finding the swollen nub below them. He was quick to push his tongue to it, lashing it over the hard nub, working it diligently until he heard her cry out, and a fresh wave of nectar covered his muzzle. He kept licking her, drinking down her lust, losing himself yet further to desire.

Mrs. Cake shivered in blissful release, showering the eager student in her arousal, musky fluids pouring over him. “Ahhhh there’s a good pony! Oh that felt wonderful dear.” She let him finish cleaning her juices, before moving to sit on the counter, rolling over and sitting up. “Mmmmm wonderful dear…” She looked over at her peer, seeing her tits tightening, growing larger and rounder with pressure. “Ooh...are…..are you ok hun?” She said, feigning ignorance to the beige mare’s situation.

The pale yellow mare held her bust, white trickling from her nipples. “O-oh dear, something s-seems to have got them g-going again…..o-oh no...umm..t-they’re getting kinda tight.” She squeezed them, twin streams of milk coming out thinly. “O-oh there’s -so much...why…” She played her part well, knowing exactly what was going on. “I...I think...I think t-the orgasm caused them to...to let down again….” She blushed hard, really selling it.

Arctic looked to the twin peaks, massive, and even larger now, leaking steadily, not unlike his shaft was now. “I...I did that? O-oh no..I’m s-s-sorry ma’am. I uhm...I’m k-kinda full though….I’m...I’m not-” He didn’t get anymore time, noticing a pair of blue hands pushing him back against the island in the middle of the kitchen, laying him on his back. He was too surprised to struggle, feeling the motherly duo moving him to lay across it. Mrs. Shy was at his head, and Cup Cake was at his ankles, helping him get comfy.

Mrs. Cake climbed up and straddled the stallion, stroking the turgid length, smearing it with his own pre. “Shhh I’m sure you can help her out can’t you hunny? You do look a little full, but you made her swell up. Gotta help relieve the pressure right? You did such a good job pleasing her….ooh look at her poor teats, so swollen tight. You’ll help fix it won’t you?” She smiled warmly, trying to put him at ease. “Good boys work on correcting problems they cause.” She licked his cock, making a show of it, slowly dragging her tongue up the side, swirling it over the flare. “Besides, do well and I’ll see if I can’t take any more out of these nice big balls of yours.”

The other mare took hold of his head, feeling the sugary mess over his muzzle, playfully pressing around his cheeks, and then tilting his chin up, cooing. “There you are. Remember, if you do well, then we’ll take care of you ok?” She smiled warmly, putting the stallion at ease, and shushed him with a finger. “Mm-mm. You’re going to help me now, ok? Help momma out. They’ve gotten so full thanks to that wonderful tongue of yours.” Both teats were leaking heavily now, streams dripping down to matt her fur. Her grip on his head tightened, and she waited for him to gasp from the blue mare’s tongue, quickly leaning over him and stuffing a nipple into his muzzle. She bent lower, pressing her weight on his head to keep him down, and gently placed her hands on his arms, rubbing them to soothe him. It wasn’t long before she felt him suckling from her, drinking down the pressurized flow. But as he drank she still was feeling tight, and only getting moreso. “C-c’mon Arctic, hunny, can’t you go faster? They’re sooo taught.” She said as he drank, before shifting herself. She moved closer, and rolled her free tit to his lips, pressing that nub alongside the first, and then let her weight fall, squeezing milk out rapidly. She heard him groan, looking to see his throat working quickly to keep up. “That’s it, now that’s better. Good boy.”
He groaned, or was that his stomach? He was more than overfull by now, guzzling the forced bounty to join the other mare’s contribution to his belly. It was richer tasting, he dimly realized, than the other mare, though not as sweet. He swallowed quickly, barely able to stop for long enough to take a breath. Even as he did, his mouth filled fast, and he had to swallow again right after, barely able to focus on much else. Fortunately, his shaft didn’t need much focus, the feeling of the plump mare on his lower half getting more pre from him, feeling her spread it over him, playing around and nuzzling into the firm flesh. His attention was drawn to his stomach then, as he felt it brush against the top of his sheath, growing visibly, large enough to hold a few watermelons by now, and still stretching. Luna’s mane, she’s gotta be empty soon! Indeed, it had been several minutes now, more in his stomach now than she could’ve possible held, yet more flowed still, engorging his belly further as he felt the soft globes push into his muzzle from her weight. He didn’t struggle much, finding the expanding feeling good, but the amount she was putting out barely seemed less, and he’d had a few gallons by now!

Cup’s eyes lowered, her lids half-closed as she watched him grow, seeing his neck bulge and ripple with the impossible volume he swallowed down. Takes to it so easily… She smiled, nuzzling and sliding her tongue along his cock, rubbing her own substantial bust against it as she stood. She stepped over the length, gripping it between those heavy thighs, squeezing and massaging it, feeling the pre wetting her groin. She took a moment to rub her own swollen stomach as she felt her inner thighs get coated. Still so productive, though….we have teased him a lot…. She looked to her partner. “Think he’s helped enough for a reward? I wanna really feel this stud.” Her smile grew as she caught a nod from the mare still pinning his head. “I knew he’d love it. Such a thirsty one!” She patted his growing middle, before moving her hips, sliding her folds over his flare. She didn’t take long before pressing down, spreading herself, and sinking his cock inside, giving off a low moan as she did. Her tunnel stretched around the spire as she descended, taking in inch after inch. The medial ring slipped through those soaked lips, and then she gasped, stopping as she felt his crown bump into the end of her passage. She looked down, almost in disbelief at the several inches left outside. She pushed harder, straining herself, feeling her tunnel stretching deeper, her cervix unrelenting for now. “Gosh...you’re gonna make some mare really happy with all this stallion you carry around.” She lifted herself, lightly beginning to bounce on his cock, working on trying to get him deeper.

The other teacher had taken to a different kind of bouncing, her own over productive assets squishing into his mouth, accompanied by heavy gushes of rich mare milk. Each lift up and it subsided for him to pant a quick breath, before she squeezed them against him again, the pressure forcing more down his throat, the malleable flesh of her bust forming a good seal, though it left some of her fur saturated. “Come on hunny, I think I’m almost empty now, keep it up~” She teased, knowing full well she was just as full as ever, until finally feeling the tightness around them dissipate. It took a good while, but the twin floods of bountiful liquid slowed, the drug having run its course. She held him down still, watching as he sucked down the last trickling drops, catching sight of his belly, looking like he was rather impossibly swollen, his stomach the size of a small beach ball, though sagging slightly, the weight forcing it to hold a more smushed shape. She lifted herself off of of him just a little, the lustful student licking across her fur, making her moan softly in pleasure as the overworked teats were teased. She rubbed his belly, spreading a little of what coated his fur over it, before looking to see Mrs.Cake, her lower torso bulging slightly, her extra pounds hiding it somewhat. Mmm I can’t wait for my turn…

Arctic’s head dropped back as the twin milk pumps were pulled away, gasping for air heavily, and held his belly. “Nnnghhh...mmm~” He barely could think, so stretched out, so aroused. He could barely think, only feeling the tightness of his stomach, and the tight grip of the blue mare around his pride. “S-so…...fullll~” He lay there, trying to recover some sort of clarity, that big belly bouncing and sloshing around from Mrs. Cake, her own stomach pushing into his. He looked blearily up at her, reaching up to grab her hips, just behind her soft love handles. “Nghrr!~” He pulled down, pushing up with his hips, earning him a yelp from the blue pony as he entered her womb. He kept hold of her, timing his hips to meet hers. He watched lustfully as the bulge worked its way up her form, practically pushing between those soft tits, her body taking him well enough to titfuck him through her own torso.

Mrs Cake’s tongue was hanging out a little, ecstasy painted across her features. “H-holy….Celestia hun…..” She took her breasts, smushing the huge pillows against the bulge running through her. “Gods above...are you seeing this?~” She kept bouncing, looking over to see Mrs. Shy’s reaction, eyes wide open, cheeks red, a soft pattering of liquid barely audible over the lustful rutting. “Oh gosh….I wonder if we can keep him~” She pushed down harder, pushing his stomach down, forcing it out of the way to take him fully. “Yes...c’mon stud. Cum! Give momma lots of that thick cream she loves! I wanna look pregnant with your foals when you’re done~” Did I just...say...foals? Ohhh my… She came, musky nectar spilling copiously down his sheath to slather over his big balls. She kept fucking him through it, feeling his strong arms work her orgasm further, femcum gushing out messily, spraying over the bottom of his stomach.

The other mare was beside herself with lust, climbing up onto the counter and straddling his head before she even realized she’d moved. She dropped her hips, squashing his nose right into her pussy, feeling her lower lips spreading to envelop the end of his snout. She gasped, squealing and shoving her body down more, feeling her walls strain around his snout, quivering and soaking his muzzlefur more as her labia met his neck, her rump covering his head as she started rutting herself using his face. “Ah! Damn this colt is...so good! I kinda…..wouldn’t mind….keeping him either~” She reached back and grabbed his mane, holding him gently as she took out her lust on his head. She quickly felt him squirming, tongue lapping deeply inside her as she rode his snout roughly.

The stallion was barely able to focus on any one thing, his nose full of his teacher’s scent, his mouth full of her taste. He could barely keep his eyes open, panting through his mouth when he could as she used him roughly, her soft rump slamming over and over into his head again. He felt her sopping tunnel spilling more over him, feeling the musky juices getting into his nose now. Between that, and the other mare squeezing him so much, rutting his pride firmly, it wasn’t long until the tip flared, cum gushing like a hose into her womb, quickly filling it, stretching it out to press into her fully belly. He felt her stop moving after she’d cum, hilting him and letting him pump his load into her body, the shaft too wide to really allow anything back out. His orgasm was like the previous, copious, and lengthy, bloating her until she looked overdue with a foal, maybe even two. He rested his hips on the counter, his peak finishing just in time for his world to go completely dark, shutting his eyes as he felt those wet lips clenching on him. More wet arousal pushed into his mouth, his tongue scooping around as he swallowed, not wanting to choke as the pale yellow mare added a few more gushes into his throat. Finally, he could see as she got up, looking with heavy blush, panting as he watched Mrs. Cake get up off his cock slowly, quickly covering her crotch to keep his load from pouring out.

The mares switched places then, Mrs Shy more than eagerly hopping up, only to prod his flare to her ass, wiggling her hips to smear his pre around, then slowly sinking him inside her with a groan. She clenched and milked his flare with her pucker, slowly undulating it as she took more of him, not stopping until she was at the base, hand on her tummy to feel him pushing it out. “Ohhh my. He feels even bigger than he looks.” She bit her lip, before raising herself, slowly pistoning his shaft, squeezing her rump around him too, not giving him a break at all. She looked at him, seeing him barely coherent, smiling devilishly. “You better fill me like her big boy. Might have to see just how much I can milk out of these nice big balls of yours.” She gently fondled the oversized sack, feeling the weight of them. “Mmm feels like you’ve got plenty left.” She sped up, loosening herself to rut the shaft buried up into her backside, clenching each trip upwards, trying to wring the cock as much as she could, wanting him to hurry up and fill her. “Be sure to give as much as you can.”

He looked back and forth between them, seeing the blue mare with a rather heavy looking belly, and then watching his own cock push out the pale mare’s stomach as she worked his shaft over. He grit his teeth. Damn she’s...t-tight. Can’t even...rest! I think I...I’m not gonna last! He’d already come twice, and with no breaks, it left him rather sensitive. If they keep this up….I might actually be empty. That would be a nice result from all of this really, though they’d be full again not too much later.

Mrs. Cake walked around timidly, trying her best not to spill anything out of her folds. She settled down on the counter across from the island, watching her coworker take the massive length up her rump, seemingly with little trouble. Goodness, the things I never thought I’d learn. She leaned back, idly rubbing a few fingers through her lower lips as she watched, before feeling Arctic’s cum leaking out, making her pause, looking around for something to use. She ended up grabbing one of the can of whipped cream from earlier, gently working the nozzle inside herself, followed by the widening end, pushing the canister further in, moaning softly as she trapped the load inside herself, clenching herself around the metal object, used in a very odd way. She groped her chest then, feeling lingering arousal from her peak, and watching the two go at it. She felt a thin trickle on her fingers, milk leaking out. Oh...he never did finish...mmm it’s been awhile...since...oh why not. She grasped her boob, hefting it and rolling the nipple up to her lips. She sucked, tasting her own milk, before she started drinking softly, her other hand twisting the can, teasing herself with it as she went back to watching the scene in front of her.

The pale beige mare was moaning loudly now, loving the cock filling her like she’d never been before. She was sweating and breathing hard, feeling that shaft spreading her so deeply, it’s every twitch marking another burst of pre to slicken her passage, filling it slowly. She gasped and panted, looking him right in the eyes, watching him struggle, watching him try to hold back. She leaned over him, placing her hands on his chest, and went faster, rutting the male for all he was worth. She didn’t have to wait long either, feeling the flare spreading her more as he got close. She moaned loudly, a fresh wave of marecum spraying out over his torso as she came, hilting him, grinding that ring against his sheath as he came. Warmth flooded her belly, growing in potency as he came hard up into her, the thick fluid flowing backwards through her until it reached her stomach, filling it rapidly, before it began to stretch. She placed a hand to her belly, feeling it push out, soft rolls of flesh smoothing out, then stretching under the cum flooding her body. “Oh….mmm there’s so...much...ahh wow...I won’t need to...worry about...mmm...dinner then.” She looked down at herself, watching her middle push out inch by inch as he fired more cream into her belly. Her other hand joined the first, rubbing her swelling gut as it took his heavy load, gurgling as she held her hips down on him, containing his liquid love.

His head rested back on the island counter, his balls working tirelessly to fill his current lover, pumping over a gallon up into her before it was over, slowly trickling out. He shuderred a bit, arousal running up and down his spine, wearing steadily on his mind. “Hagh….” He wore a goofy smile, seeing the blue mare teasing herself, before looking to the other, watching her lifting herself off him, only to lower herself again, pushing his still-hard cock into her marehood, her face a mix of lust, and incredible desire. He threw his head back and moaned, his hips moving on their own, pushing up into her womb quickly, her cervix almost seeming to open up for him. “N-nngh..ah….I...not..gonna….last….ma’am….~” His own eyes were half-closed, lust burning behind them. She was milking him with all she had now it felt like, her marehood even softer and more controlled than her backdoor. He tried to hold her, but he found his arms pinned by her hands as she rode his spire harshly. He looked up to see her grin, her eyes mirroring his own, full of lust for his seed.

Mrs. Shy rode him hard and fast, not wasting any time, moaning loudly, almost feral in her demeanor now with the abundant source of cum to slake her lust. She didn’t slow, or falter, ceaselessly rutting the colt, stretching herself over him tirelessly. “Good first load, but c’mon, you gotta fill momma good now, give her everything.” She watched him start to squirm some, feeling his hips push up into her, her mane whipping around as she pushed down hard each time, pulling on his cock on the way up, using her muscles to try milk at him, almost feeling like she was trying to pull the cum right from his balls. “Let’s go hunny, You better not run out on me now. Make momma proud~” She felt him flaring already. Goodness….how can he still be hard? Mmm feels like he’s getting to his limit though….hang in there Arctic.

Mrs. Cake suckled down her own milk, drinking it slowly, watching as her colleague took his load up under her tail, then blushing further as she shifted him right to her pussy, starting over again. He’s still...kind of keeping up right? Y-yeah he looks...ok. She looked on with a little concern, partially for his health and partially for her herself too. Ohhh I kind of want to try...him...again back...there. She shifted, slowly pleasuring herself, keeping the fire lit in her groin as she watched the other two go at it roughly.

Arctic wordlessly yelled, no sound leaving him as he came yet again, his flare spreading and catching on her cervix, making him gasp, drawing in a large breath before crying out, cumming as much, or maybe even more than previously, filling her womb, bloating her further, until she looked much like Mrs. Cake, perhaps a little larger, watching her tummy grow with the fresh influx of rich seed. He came down slowly, drifting into a sort of haze, hardly even noticing the other mare coming over, watching as he finished, and helping her off, barely hearing some murmering as they switched again, the blue figure lifting herself up for another go. He was still hard after all, his unnatural virility showing itself to the two motherly mares. His eyes grew wide as he felt the puckered ring of his home ec teacher spread around him, hearing her groan, a sensual, low pitch drilling into his core.

She grunted, bearing down on him, using her weight, and desire to work her rump down on him, wanting to feel all of him. “Mmm come on babe….I hope you saved some for me. You did...so well earlier….we’re gonna empty you out, lighten your load as best we can.” He had so much! She was frankly, in disbelief, were she not currently feeling her rump spreading more for him, feeling his shaft deeper inside than any shaft, fake or otherwise, had ever gone. Finally, his pre lubricating the way, she felt his sheath grinding against her tailstar, his flare buried into her deeply. “Ah that’s a good colt. Now, make sure you give me lots more, don’t worry hun, I can handle it.” I think. Carrot has fed me pretty large sometimes…. The thought of her husband helping her grow round with pastries and treats spurred her on, the mare licking her lips before lifting up and coming down, bouncing in short motions on the girthy pole.

She felt so tight around him, it was nearly maddening with how sensitive he was now. After so much rutting, he’d have trouble holding back at all. It wasn’t long either, maybe a few minutes, before he was flaring again, painting her insides white with hot cum, bloating her stomach even further, watching her pass triplets, then quads as he forced her stomach larger with every spurt, adding to what she’d drank not too long ago.His hips twitched, pushing against her flanks with every rope of seed that pulsed into her. She was nearly as big as he was before the flow finally tapered off again, the stallion laying there, panting tiredly, not having gone so long without a rest before. “P-please...b-break….neeed…”

Mrs Shy came over and helped the other mare off him, whispering to her as she stepped down. She slapped Cup’s ass, making her yelp, before the two moved to either side of the hard cock, pushing their breasts against either side of it. “Break? I don’t think so hun….it’s getting late….and you still...have more…” She looked at their bellies, both looking quite large, multiple gallons each. “...somehow.” It was her turn to blush, turning to look at Cup’s face, tinted darker as well. They both began working their breasts over him, rubbing the leaking pre into their cleavage, slickening their fur down to make it smoother over the big member. They shared a knowing look between each other, and started licking up and down the length, then raising up to his flare, leaning in to kiss each other deeply, staring at him, taking pleasure in his lustful gaze, feeling him squirm. They giggled softly, breaking the kiss to slide back down his cock, pushing more firmly, kissing and worshipping that stallionhood.They licked up each errant spurt of pre, the rest keeping them nice and slick. It didn’t take long as the watched the flare spread wide, hearing the stallion’s sharp sound, before cum burst into the air, raining down over them both rather messily. The pale mare leaned back, letting it spatter messily all on her fur, using her hands to rub it in, while the blue mare tried to catch what she could in her mouth. Eventually, Cup placed her mouth over it, swallowing down more. After a few gulps, she pulled away, cheeks swollen, and kissed her fellow teacher, swapping the cum back and forth lewdly, drooling and drinking it between them before separating with a gasp. They both panted, stuffed and covered with seed, finally watching as the shaft they’d used for so long finally softened, flopping over his own heavy gut. Mrs. Cake sighed, while Mrs. Shy shook her head, breaking the sensual tone for a moment with a laugh. “I was wondering if that thing ever ran out!”

He watched his cock soften, his balls finally empty. He panted, breathing hard, rather worn out from pleasing the two experienced mares. He watched them get up, beginning to lick the seed off of each other, making him blush more. He’d given them everything he had, his balls, and tongue both, rather worn out. He heard hushed whispering, laying back and resting, relaxing.

The two mares showed a thoughful look, before concern wrote itself over Cup’s face. “Psst..I’m...I’m leaking Shy...I d-don’t think I can make it to the uhm..restroom.” The other mare nodded her agreement, feeling both her holes leaking, even though she tensed, trying to keep the warm pool inside of her. She looked over the other mare’s shoulder, spotting something on the counter, pointing carefully. More hushed tones and Cup walked over to grab the pair of spouts, hard plastic lined with soft rubber. She picked up a coil of soft, ribbed rubber hose, the kit meant for helping pour things into unusual containers, like a shallow bowl, maybe a basin under the counter, or in this case, a stretchy stallion. She passed a funnel and the hose to Mrs. Shy, before they approached him, the blue mare at his head, the other near his legs. Cup spoke. “Alright hunny, one more task before you’re done. You did such a great job filling us up good, but now...well I can’t get around like this and...well….there’s so much of a mess already…” She blushed more, holding up the funnel. “You’ve got another course to go, and after all, you’re still a growing boy. A little extra won’t hurt right? Open up now, hmmm….” She rubbed his belly, placing the narrow end into his muzzle as he moaned, watching his eyes widen as she clambered up to straddle the tool, removing the canister and letting his cum pour from her front and rear passages. She sat down then, putting some of her weight on it, holding it inside him, the wide end covered by her massive plot. “Come on hunny….drink up for me now. I promise it’ll be ok Arctic~”

He gagged as the funnel wedged itself into his maw, before the weight pushed it in more, his hands coming up to push against her, but she was too heavy, and he too tired to do much to stop them. “Mph...mmrrRR!” He yelped then, squirming much more as something pushed into his rump, going in a few inches. Every ridge in the hose popped inside with a grunt from him, the exhausted stallion feeling his ring stretch around each one, before stopping, wiggling around as something was affixed to the other end, over a foot of length inside his rear. He could barely put up any kind of resistance, too fatigued, too much plush mare pushing down on him. He tried to kick out, but he felt hands firmly, yet softly hold his legs, keeping him relatively still. Another pair of hands held his arms down, the stallion hearing soft coos, and hushing sounds from the matronly mares as they worked together to keep him in place, and make less of a mess than they already had.

Mrs. Shy was having a little trouble, more than just holding everything in, but more on how to get her funnel set up. She watched the other mare as heavy white gushed spattered noisily into the funnel, looking further down to see Arctic’s middle growing rounder once more. She thought for a moment, before getting on her hands and knees, scooting back towards the stallion. He popped up her funnel, now realising this might’ve been a bad position. I really need to get this out! She looked back, before raising her front, balancing herself on one hand, and rolling her hips backwards, getting into a better stance. She sighed then, finally letting go, using her free hand to push on her belly, listening and hearing the funnel gurgle as the student took his own cream into himself, from both ends now, filling faster.

Cup was panting, trying not to drool at the sight of the white-furred dome stretching larger, the flow from both her marehood and rear adding to it as she let it all out steadily. Her gaze shifted, taking in the sight of the plump flank poised over the other spout, watching both of her entrances leaking as well. She calmed herself, humming gently, and stroked his arms, keeping a gentle hold, just in case he fought again. “Ohhh you should see him dear….quite the thirsty boy it seems.” She carefully let go of one of his arms, moving her hand to rub across the expanding surface, big enough to hold one of them inside the stallion, still working on getting her own middle shrunken enough. She regretted having to lose the warm, copious cum from her body, but she was happy to have helped him relieve himself. Well, relieve part of him… She giggled at her own thought, watching and feeling his progress, moving her hand up his mildly toned chest, feeling his neck rippling constantly as he was made to guzzle down so much seed. She was starting to be able to see her thighs again, the flow slowing down as she grew lighter.

Arctic’s mind was gone, his body taking over at this point. His shaft lay semi-hard over his stomach, slowly easing it’s way back into its home, its task complete. It was totally spent, and could finally relax, not that the rest of him could as his stomach took in gallon after gallon of jizz, juices mixed in as the two voluptuous mares drained themselves. The impossibly bloated gut groaned, struggling to contain all that they’d forced into it, and now what they were adding, his own production. His whimpers were lost, as were his moans, in the tide of thick semen flooding his body. It seemed like several minutes, the only sounds heard were those of relief from his teachers, and his own protesting the treatment, his body distorted more and more with every drop.

Finally, after the two had squeezed out the majority of their burdens, it was done, each mare getting up to watch her funnel drain, waiting until they were empty before removing the hose, and the spout from his pucker, and muzzle. The former noticed the can of whipped cream, quickly using that as an improvised plug for his rump, earning a muffled yelp, while the latter held his mouth shut, looking with concern to see if he’d try to spit it back out. “Shhh c’mon hunny….calm down. You’re doing so good for momma ok? Just shhshshhhh...relax….there you go. That’s a good colt. Sooo thirsty today hmmm? You ate everything we gave you. Gave us such a nice filling too. Now relax. It’s time for us to help you.” She smiled, before gesturing to Mrs. Shy.

The beige mare got a cart, rolling it over next to the massive stallion. She twisted the can in his rump just to be sure it would stay in place. Her ears twitched, hearing a faint hissing, watching as the belly grew out slowly, barely noticeable. Seems like the nozzle had pressed inside him somewhere, and was emptying itself. No matter, she’d help him, along with her fellow teacher.

Together, they slid him onto the cart gently, the wheels squeaking in protest at the heavy load, but it held. The hissing subsided not long after they got moving, the can mostly depleted from covering Cup’s rump earlier, thankfully only adding a few more inches to Arctic’s belly. Still, she held the can in with a hand, the other guiding the cart to the showers, the other mare petting over the stallion’s form, encouraging him while maneuvering the other end of the cart.

They rolled him into the shower, quickly pulling the can from his ass with a wet pop, before both mares blushed in tandem as cum spewed a few feet from his backside. They turned on the water, helping it wash down the drain, listening to the moans of a stallion happy to find relief. It took several minutes, with both mares watching, occasionally pushing down on the big belly to try and force more out, but eventually, after gallons of cum and milk poured out of him, the flow from his tailhole slowed to a stream, then a trickle, finally only dribbling out, only swollen a little, his stomach full still with mixture he’d have to digest, just like the others.

Cup looked around, finding a hose, and rinsed him off, waiting for Mrs. Shy to soap him up, before the two worked diligently, and effectively, cleaning the various fluids from him, going over his mane twice. They rubbed and massaged him gently, scrubbing and working all the day’s activities out of his fur. It took a long time, but finally, with all three ponies quite red, they were all clean. Arctic sat up slowly holding his belly, gently rubbing the paunch remaining. He was slowly recovering, looking between the two mares, silently exchanging his thanks, and that he might’ve….possibly enjoyed it.

With a peck on each cheek, the duo of plump, sated mares helped him back to the kitchen, working on cleaning up the mess there, pointing out things to him. A stray spot there, an extra scrub there, always having him take the lower spots. Definitely not to look at his rump for sure. They weren’t getting any younger right?

Soon enough, the kitchen was spotless, and all the containers of cream, sauce, cherries, and things were all tossed or put away, the rest in the washer to handle later. Mrs. Cake brought out their clothes, making sure everything was clean and dry. She handed Arctic his, letting him get dressed, then Mrs. Shy, then herself, finally clothed again.

Mrs. Cake sighed happily, before eyeing her peer, then Arctic, wordlessly communicating with the other mare. Soft, warm, comforting flesh suddenly surrounded the young stallion pegasus, the mares hugging him tight, nuzzling him and wrapping him in their soft bosoms. He could feel their bellies against him too, full of his seed somewhat. Even their thighs enveloped his legs, both mares showing him intense affection for allowing them to have their fun, and for letting them help him too. ”You are a handsome, kind stallion Arctic, and don’t let anyone tell you otherwise. I meant what I said earlier. You’re going to make some mare incredibly happy one day. You’ve got such a big heart, among big...other things too. Hehe.” They giggled, letting him out of the soft embrace.

Arctic felt his body cooling off as they pulled away, stepping back to address them. “Y-yes ma’am. I….I’ll stand up for myself more...a-and uhm….t-thank you for h-helping me. I….” he choked up, not used to talking like this at all. “I...I’m so grateful for your help with the bullies and.. uhmm….m-my umm...y-you know.” He looked pointedly to the floor, ears burning as he spoke. Beige fingers shushed him, both mares nodding, understanding what he meant.

“Alright well ah...go on now. We’ve gotta finish prepping for tomorrow. And don’t be late! You tell someone if those kids bother you again ok?” Cup Cake waited for him to nod, understanding what she’d said, before spinning his away from her, pushing gently on his back to steer him out of the kitchens. “There you go. You can fly right? Mmm good. Get on home, I’m sure you’re folks are worried. Just have them call the school with any concerns and ask for me ok? We’ll get those nasty kids taken care of.”

She smiled warmly, Mrs Shy behind her with a similar expression, happy to see a student looking more confident. It had been a crazy time, but he looked better, fatigue aside, she thought. Besides...I don’t think I’ll need dinner really. She waved goodbye, mirroring the blue mare’s actions as they saw him off, watching him run down the hall to head home.

Mrs. Shy waited until she was sure he was gone, before raising an eyebrow. “Prepping for tomorrow? Everything’s clean Cup, and the dishes can wait until later. What did you mean?” She caught the other mare’s look, before looking down. “Oh. Ohhhh. Oh that’s so dirty though. Let’s do it!.” She held a small bowl out, waiting for Mrs.Cake to pull her pants down. She watched as extra leftover cum poured from her rump, snickering. “You held it in? I think I know who’ll just love a treat from this.” She waited until no more came out, before working with the other mare to mix flour, milk, eggs, cum, and other things, filling a batch of muffins to bake. Afterwards, they whipped up another bigger batch, normal, so the cum muffins could be mixed in. They set them in the big fridge to cool, working on cleaning up after themselves. Tomorrow’s class would get a lovely treat, and those rotten kids who’d bullied the stallion would have their just deserts…

Back in the showers, a golden yellow pegasus mare slipped back into her office, barely believing her eyes. She’d just seen the over endowed pegasus this morning, and he was huge! How the hell did he get so big? From those two?! Sure they’ve got more breasts than brains….but still. She was baffled, but she couldn’t discount what she’d seen. An incredibly swollen stallion, stomach enough to house a few of herself inside even! She’d heard of her colleagues ideas of detention. She needed to make some phone calls. It was late, but she was sure the ponies she needed were still up. “Harshwhinny? Yeah, it’s Spitfire. Look, for tomorrow…..yeah, alright…..yeah good...no don’t worry...I got him last period. No I do. Cherille? Ehhh you know what, don’t worry, I’ll call her. Yeah. No. No. Yeah. Don’t get your panties in a twist, or do you wear bloomers? Pfft yeah, you’ll have him day after, promise. Thanks. I owe you. Yeah yeah...ok fine damn….I’ll make it up to ya. Ok. Bye.” She grinned, hanging up the phone. Tomorrow just got a whole lot more interesting. She had a lot to figure out about that tall colt in her class. Some performance and endurance tests were in order...

Author's Note

Whew! Hopefully this was worth the wait, and it's a little gentler for those hoping he'd get an easier time of it. As always, let me know what you think! I'm not sure if it's too wordy, but hopefully it's not too much. Sometimes the words just keep going you know?

-GS

A More Personal Education - Part 1

“Let’s get those knees up people! Lightning Dust, stretching was over an hour ago, you can tease the boys later! Derpy…..just...do whatever it is you do.” Spitfire sighed. These kids were so troublesome sometimes. She placed her hands on her hips, before using one to bring the whistle up to her mouth, blowing a shrill blast on it. The light green pegasus straightened up with a light blush, taking off to begin performing her laps. The muffin loving pegasus continued to try and follow, adorably zigzagging across the gym. It was something. She peered around the large, concrete room, her voice echoing across at certain white, tall pegasus. “FROST! What did I tell you?! You can have a water break later! You know what? Get over here. NOW!”

The stallion’s ears twitched her way and he groaned inwardly. What was this mare’s problem? Driving him so hard, then not even letting him get a few seconds to replenish? His shirt was nearly soaked through for Celestia’s sake! He trotted over awkwardly, his balls rolling against each other in the tight-fitting uniform, the leathery sheath above shifting slightly back and forth. He tried to pay it no mind as he looked down to meet the eyes of his muscular gym teacher, the leader of the wonderbolts no less! “Y-you called...m-ma’am?” Behind him, the gym had gone quieter, more than a few students snickering and giggling behind his back.

Spitfire snapped her finger and pointed to the floor. “Get down there and give me 50 Frost, now. Always barely keeping up with the class. You’d think those big wings of yours would help out.”

He groaned, but obediently got on his hands and knees, bringing his legs back to lift his rump, pushing himself to his hooftips as he got ready to start.

“75, now go. Complain again, and you get even more.” she folded her arm under her bust. They weren’t so large as the matronly duo from yesterday, but they were still large, and looked rather firm, packed into her tight workout top. From his vantage point, her exposed midriff was close, the lines of a 6 pack rather clear. She’d worked hard to sculpt her body, that was for certain.

He tried not to let his anger show, looking at her hooves as he started on the set. He’d managed about 30 before he was breathing hard, exhaling each time down, inhaling as he lifted himself again. His wings fluttered against his back lightly, as he found another feeling besides his growing fatigue, troublesome to ignore. His weighty balls were pushed to the floor, even being gently squished outwards as he lowered himself down, and the pressure was hard to miss. He huffed through his nose, reaching, then passing 50 as she watched over him. He made the mistake of glancing up, and the icy glare she gave him, and the smirk below that, had him shivering for a split second, before he looked back to her hooves in front of him.

Not even 2PM and he’s already at my hooves. She couldn’t help but hold that expression as he counted further, passing 70, going slower, struggling with the last 5. She even thought about pressing her hoof into the center of his back, but that would come later. “Come on Arctic.” she crouched down, spreading her thighs enough to show off the outline of her folds through her own, tight apparel. She watched his eyes lock to it, before looking up at her, struggling and shaking for that last lift. She tapped his nose, her eyes dancing with an inner light. She spoke lowly, just for his ears to hear, her voice deepening with something dark tinting it. “You wouldn’t want to disappoint your mistress, now would you?” She grinned, waiting for him to finish, before ruffling his mane and standing up, looking as if nothing had just happened. “Good work, now get back to it Frost!” She helped him up, slapping his rump, practically purring as he yelped and trotted away, admiring the way his tail and wings were all atwitch, his nerves clearly frazzled.

Arctic got a few dozen feet away before he stopped, taking stock of his mind and body. He was overly warm, and tired, not just from the last few minutes of heavy exertion either. Sure his arms and chest burned, but all he could see was her face, mouth curling up and ice in her eyes. The way those firmly muscled thighs framed her marehood through her shorts made him pant more, as he ventured over to the water fountain to get the refreshment he was overdue for. He was already imagining being between those legs, until cold water sprayed him in the face, making him cough and shake his head.

“Pay attention featherbrain!” A shorter stallion took his finger from the spigot, so it flowed normally again, watching the bigger male wipe his face. He just laughed at Arctic’s shocked and grumpy expression. “I don’t envy you, not with that ballbuster teachin this year, haha!” The black-furred male jogged away, rejoining the class while the white pegasus grumbled, finishing his drink.

“FROST! Get back out there!” Another shrill blast of the whistle, and he groaned, folding his ears and resuming his laps.

“Good boy…” Spitfire bit her lip, staring at the clock, wishing it’d go faster. That poor colt had no clue what he was in for.

Gym was almost over, and Arctic had fled to the showers quickly as always, hurriedly chilling himself, and washing up after the heavy toll of Spitfire’s ruthless pace she always set. He washed quickly, not taking the time to be thorough. He had another session with Ms. Harshwhinny, or so he thought.

“Frost!” Spitfire’s voice rang through the locker room, alarmingly clear. She eyed the stallion with a piercing gaze, one that commanded obedience. She’d mastered it over the years with her recruits. This student didn’t stand a chance.

He whirled around, shocked to silence, before his hands shot down to cover himself, a futile endeavor. “T-this is-”

“Quiet! Nothing I haven’t seen before. Dry off and get that uniform back on. Don’t look at me like that, you’re mine this afternoon.”

He shut off the water, quickly running to get a towel and cover himself, not thinking about what she’d meant, just knowing he needed to follow her orders, and not be exposed any more! He toweled off in a hurry, throwing the dirty uniform back on soon after, just in time for the others students to filter in. That was good at least. Some gave him a sideways glance, others a pat on the shoulder, still others chuckled, as if he was the butt of an untold joke. He took it all the same, just trying to get through them, heading back to the gym with his ears folded back.

He quickly caught up to her. “M-ms. Spitfire! Ma’am! I...I have detention with-”

“Ms. Harshwhinny. Yes, I know. I’ve spoken to her though, and informed her of your lackluster work here. She’s let me borrow you for the afternoon, in which I hope I can get some sort of performance out of you.” She was moving towards the weight room, the tall pegasus following a couple of paces behind. She didn’t even glance back, hearing his unsteady hooves behind her easily.

Arctic’s mind tried to keep up. She talked to Harshwinny? She….knows what happens in that room then? Why are we going to the weight room? Am I really just going to be forced to do all this? Many questions ran through his mind, all unanswered, save for the last one, for now. He walked over to the bench press where she pointed, putting a few plates on each side, following her instructions. He laid on his back, centering himself on the pad, looking up to the bar, only to see her breasts above it, and that fierce glare above them. He blushed, looking pointedly at the bar, gripping it, and bringing it down, beginning his set. He focused on the bar too, hearing the soft clank of the plates, his arms straining as he replaced the bar, breathing deeply.

“Good Frost. That’s a good start.” She grabbed a few smaller plates, placing them on the end, before spotting him once more, gesturing for him to start anew. She watched the stallion’s arms carefully, watching for them to shake. She smirked, watching him tremble, his muscles defined as he sweat heavily. Already tired after his workout in class….good. Things were moving along well.

He grunted, his arms pushing the bar up to set it on the rest, before he couldn’t move any more, cheeks puffing out as his face reddened. He exhaled, and his arms dropped, carrying the weight down to his chest. “A-aghh….M-Ms. Spitf-fghhh…” He was too winded to continue, and suddenly, too distracted too. Those tightly covered thighs got quite close just then, the teacher’s scent growing strong, the stallion blinking his eyes as droplets from her clothes fell onto his snout and head. He took a deep breath, only to yelp as her crotch pressed to his snout, the stallion’s vision further obscured as golden hands grasped the bar.

She grinned, playing off her motions as an accident, grinding her clothed, musky groin against his nose. “Oh, excuse me Frost. Lot of weight on here. Hard to get off, mph….there.” She finally ended her teasing, helping him heft the bar back to it’s rest. She didn’t let him rest though, only letting him breathe a couple times before looking at him expectantly. “Well? The plates, put them back now.” She watched him struggle to stand, then move the plates back to their racks, his shirt soaked, having not dried before and quickly grew saturated again. He stumbled even, his legs seeming to shuffle more as he moved. “Good boy, now, over to that rack there, let’s see some squats…” She led him over, helping him load the plates this time. Showing him how to do it, she stepped back to watch him.

He laid the bar across his shoulders as she’d instructed, and spread his wings for balance. He lowered his torso, pushing his rump back as he spread his legs, coming to a halt, then pushing back up, exhaling like he’d been taught. He froze, feeling her behind him, her groin against his rump, her breasts against his back, the mare completely invading his space. “M-ma-am??”

She nearly purred, thrusting her pelvis forwards to straighten his back, leaning into him and squeezing her firm rack against his back, fingers sliding up his arms to adjust his hands on the bar. “You’re leaning forwards too much Frost.” She paused, letting her groin rub against him. “And your hands are too close together…” She bit her lip again, sucking a breath through her teeth, making the stallion shiver as she stepped back.

He was barely sweating anymore, his body simply running out of water to expel! She was working him so hard, and her little tips and pointers were wearing heavily on his tolerance, and libido, his nose quite full of her scent from her staying so close, using every chance she had to rub, brush up, or wipe her scent on him more.

She watched him lay down for the leg press, watching the obvious bulges of his balls rest on his lower belly from the angle. She waited until he’d extended his legs, before straddling him again, filling his vision with that cameltoe once more. She bent over, letting her waist drop as she felt over his legs, pushing her breasts against his balls as she gripped the muscles under his skin and fur. “You’ve got strong legs….I’m impressed. Then again, with how hard I work you, you better have something to show for it.” She chuckled at her own joke. He was certainly about to show something, she imagined. She got back up, only to watch the male’s legs drop back, the machine clanking loudly as he get up to face her, red-faced, and clearly irritated. Good, she finally had him. “What’s the matter Frost? Had enough? I’ll tell your teachers about your shortfall today if you leave. I’m sure they’ll make up for it tomorrow, won’t they?”

Arctic had had it with this mare. There was no way her bust rubbing against him so lewdly was an accident. Or the way she’d practically dry humped him half a dozen other times. “That’s it! S-stop teasing me...I-I’m not stupid. Y-you’ve been poking and prodding, trying to get under m-my f-fur all day!” He was breathing harshly, fur matted in sweat, and not all of it his own. His face was red from exertion, but he blushed under that, his wings steadily opening.

She gave him a coy grin, raising an eyebrow haughtily. “Oh? The pegasus has some balls after all? You know, with those things hanging there, I thought you’d be t-t-tougher, but since you’re finally showing some backbone, how about a little wager?” She rested her hands on her lips, leaning towards him provocatively.

He bared his teeth, finally allowing his anger to get the better of him. “What? A wager on how long you can tease me until I embarrass myself? What is it? What could you possibly offer me?!” His wings were fanned out fully now, the pegasus making himself larger, more imposing. He snorted in frustration, waiting her answer.

She nearly laughed. Finally, she’d broken his patience! She just smirked, looking up at him, the shorter mare not backing down in the slightest. “A wrestling match. On the mats over there. First one to pin the other for 3 seconds wins. You win? I let you go early, and don’t tell the staff. I win? Then you’re mine for the rest of the afternoon, doing whatever I ask. I could use someone to clean the locker rooms. The janitor’s been sick. So? How about it tough guy? Wanna fight a mare?”

He didn’t even hesitate, too upset to think about it much. “You’re on! I’m sick of you messing with me. Maybe after you’re pinned, you’ll think twice.” He didn’t care she was smaller. He didn’t care if she was a mare either, too angry and too emotional, his nose wrinkling in a snarl as he leapt at her, a push from his wings giving him the lift he needed as he launched himself at her, arms outstretched.

She didn’t flinch as the male grew close, merely grinning as she rolled back, spreading her wings to slow her fall, letting him pass over her as she planted both feet into his abdomen, sending him farther to hear him grunt and sprawl out onto his front on the mats. She sprang to her feet, facing him as he got up, looking even more angry than before. “I said on the mats. I could mark myself the winner already.” She moved onto the mats too, the firm padding familiar under her hooves. She kept that confident grin, sauntering closely to him, her bright orange tail swishing. “You’ve got much to learn. Size isn’t everything Frost.”

He shook his head, already winded from the strong kick, his body fatigued from her pressure all day, the last hour especially gruelling. “S-shut up.” He set his jaw and strode towards her, fully intent on just grappling her to the floor. White hands found golden wrists as she brought her arms up, the mare straining to hold them up as he pushed down.

Her grin faltered, the mare grunting and hissing through her teeth as she struggled to simply counteract his downwards force. “Such a strong stallion. You could be...so much better. I knew you had it in you.” She chuckled, before growling and yanking his hands down, spinning her body to the side, adding to his own force and throwing him off balance, watching his wings flap as he struggled to balance, her eyes catching the sight of his heavy crotch shifting as he flailed.

With a yelp and a thud, he was on his front, chin smacking the floor, leaving him dazed. He heaved for air, rolling onto his back, barely having time to get his hands up as she leapt onto him, shoving his arms to the mat. “F-fucking...rgh!” He pushed her arms up off him as her weight settled on his chest, the stallion working to roll onto his side.

She grinned widely, already feeling the large male tiring. “C’mon Frost! Thought you’d be….nnnfff….tougher!” She leaned against him, throwing her rump against his roll, clamping her knees on his torso and moving him to his back, before she slid over his chest, throwing her weight on his arms, using her legs to pin them by his head, leaving her musky shorts right over his nose. She panted, feeling him struggle. But his upper body was pinned, and she looked down her form, peering over her bust to watching his anger give way to desperation, his face turning quite red. “Face it. Can’t even handle one mare.” She leaned down, getting inches from his eyes, her voice low. “No wonder they have such an easy time with you…”

Her breath was humid, the stallion feeling it over his snout even as his breath was full of her scent, her musky groin trapping him, his head unable to turn without hitting those muscular thighs. He growled, ears folding down as he heaved his legs, trying to throw her off. He stopped, feeling the cool air of the weight room caressing something it definitely shouldn’t be. He squirmed now, trying to stop it, trying to do anything he could to get her off, or at least cover up again, his shaft already half-hard. He couldn’t deny her musk filtering into his mind, and he’d been pretty angry.

She ground her soaked shorts on his muzzle, spreading her musk thicker. “Frost...already giving up?” She suddenly narrowed her eyes. “Well, something in you certainly wants to continue.” She reached back, gripping the mast he’d been trying to keep away. “Look at you, already knowing you’ve lost, submitting to me. This certainly knows its place. Get used to being under me Frost. It’s where you belong.” She dropped her weight firmly on his nose, feeling the air reeking of her being drawn through the sweaty, taught fabric. “Can’t fight, can’t barely breathe even, can you colt?” She laughed openly, stroking his shaft until it was rock hard. “Pathetic. Do you like losing this much? Or maybe it’s just being under a mare. Something tells me it’s both.” She kept grinding her shorts into his nose, soaking his muzzle fur in her sweat and musk, before hearing him growling, feeling it in her loins, actually distracting her for a moment. “Oh? You better have mo- hey!” She yelped as his body heaved to the side, one arm coming to throw her over, landing her on the mat on her side.

He panted, getting up, his erection bobbing in front of him, reaching the top of his chest as it throbbed, dripping onto the mat, adding the the slick mess of their sweat. “Still think I’m losing now?” He reached down, grabbing her arm and hauling her up to her hooves, spinning and trying to toss her around, his weight more than enough to send her flying. She grabbed his arm with her hands though, yanking him with her, the mare tripping over her hooves, falling back and bringing him crashing down on top of her with a groan. He pushed himself up, bringing his hands to her shoulders to keep her down. “What were you saying?! Looks like I ….w-win…” He looked down from her muzzle, seeing his shaft twitching in her clothed cleavage. “E-errr….l-look, I’ve got you...r-right?”

She was breathless, partially from her back slamming into the vinyl, and partly from finding herself under the stallion, and just how much stallion was over her. She could feeling the weight of his shaft on her torso with every breath, looking down her muzzle to see the flare mere inches away, steadily soaking through her shirt into her sweaty cleavage with precum. “G-gods Frost….h-how the...fuck...are you…” She shook her head, clearing it as she snarled. She wasn’t going to lose! She hit the inside of his arm with her opposite, dropping him to an elbow, before reaching behind him and yanking on his wing, making him squeal, his grip slipping as he rolled off to keep his wing from breaking. His hand slid over fur, snatching cloth, a tearing sound heard as he landed on his back, the mare next to him, looking at her bra-covered chest.

She glared at him, watching the stallion dumbly hold the remains of her shirt in his hand, before he dropped it, stuttering out some excuse. She didn’t care. She got up, giving him time to do the same across from her. “Naughty colt….how indecent! First you expose that thing, then you start undressing your teacher?” She grinned again, looking nearly feral in her expression, lustful, and confident. Another growl, and she was stalking towards him, the stallion babbling and backing against the wall as her tits pushed him against it, wrapping partially around his cock, sandwiching the girthy appendage between their bodies. She pushed her nose into his, tilting her head up, not caring about the size difference at all as she stared him down. “I think you want this, Frost. Ripping my shirt off like that...you’re just asking for me to go rough on you.”

He balked, ruffling his wings on the painted brick. She hadn’t been going rough!?

Evidently not, as she squeezed the leaky flare in her hands, making him hiss, before wedging a knee into his clothed nuts, grinding them around. “All this stud, and a wimp behind it. Alright Frost, time to end this. It’s been fun, but I think it’s time I had my bitch for the evening.” She gripped his ears then, tugging his nose into her musky cleavage, keeping his sight constrained to those firm, furry globes, smearing her sweaty, pre-soaked shirt over his muzzle. She spoke low into his ear as she walked him back to the center of the mats, his flailing wings barely bothering her, the mare even using her legs to rub up and down his balls as she walked. “You put up a decent fight. I’ll be sure to train with you more later…” She spun then, throwing him around, placing a hoof in the path of his legs, sending him sprawling on his front once more. She wasted no time, jumping on his back, getting her legs under his chin, then his neck, pressing her groin to the back of his head as she got him in a chokehold, her thighs squeezing against his ears and cheeks. For added pressure, she grabbed his wings behind her, tugging them forwards past their natural extent, stretching the ligaments painfully as she cut off his air at the same time.

He panicked, the pain being rather intense from his wings, as he gasped for air, what little he could get was saturated in musk, and the lingering, strong scent of vinyl. She had him, but they’d never counted. She still wasn’t counting! “I-I...g-give….c-count...already…”

She grinned, before hearing the door latch open, quickly shoving the male’s head into the mats more. “I’d say that’s three Frost. Nice try, but you’re mine now. Don’t even think about trying to get out before I say you’re done…” Spitfire was panting hard, dripping down onto the stallion’s white fur and uniform.

“Certainly not!”

Arctic would’ve gasped if he could. Cherilee?? How did she know he was here? Why was she here?! Spitfire already talked to the others, hadn’t she said that?

“Cherille, glad you could make it.” Spitfire didn’t look at her, eyes remaining on her charge. “Didn’t want to miss out on the fun that badly huh? You-hey! What are you doing? What the hell?”

Arctic could only feel the mare scrambling to get her legs under her from some sort of commotion, keeping his head down and ears back as he listened to the sounds above him.

Cherilee quickly had Spitfire’s arms behind her back, cuffing them and freeing Arctic’s wings. “You never called me! I had to ask Harshwinny after I waited for a hour for anyone to show up! You’ll pay for wasting my time.” She picked up Spitfire’s wrists, holding them up behind her to force her to bend over uncomfortably. The lavender mare grinned wide, quickly planting a hoof on the white pegasus’ back between his wings. “Don’t think of going anywhere Arctic. You’ll pay too, of course. I’d hate to see my favorite slut not get just what he deserves. Right Spits? Of course.” The lavender mare quickly went around to her back, kicking Spitfire’s legs apart to attach a spreader bar to them, then pushed her to the wall, placing her cuffs’ chain over a hook in the wall, and stepping back, striking a pose as she let the bound mare take in her form, clad in some of the most sinful gear she’d seen.

Spitfire could only look in shock, Cherilee’s body clothed in some of the kinkiest fetish gear, the mare’s addled brain letting her be easily strung up, barely feeling the mare spreading her legs to lock them in place. “C-c-cherilee….what? Y-you’re wearing….you just….are you serious?”

As if the mare could not be serious. She wore thick-soled, leather boots, up nearly to her knees, several buckles polished to a brilliant shine running up the height from ankle to leg. Her legs and thighs were wrapped in fishnet stockings, covering her, yet hiding nothing. The suit she wore over it was leather too, thick, yet tight-fitting, accentuating her curves, pushing up her bust too. It stopped at her neck, the fit there tight as well. The suit was black, the zipper shining silver like the buckles, zipped all the way up, compressing her form into a svelte shape, alluring to any eye. Her arms were clad in gloves, fingerless, that ran up to her elbows, made of the same thick leather that encompassed her figure. Her lips were black, and full, her eyeliner black as well, thickly applied. Her eyes were lidded darkly too, black eyeshadow completing the look, the mare appearing as downright lust embodied in such kinky gear. She merely raised an eyebrow, turning to see Arctic trying to crawl away sneakily. She let him think he was successful for the moment, regarding the golden pegasus. “Not serious? Darling….I’m nothing but. You’ll take your punishment with the colt, and you’ll learn not to leave me out to dry again…”

Spitfire scoffed, watching the dominatrix fasten the chain between her cuffs with a D-ring, securing it to the hook so she couldn’t pull off of it. “W-well let me go! Y-you’re supposed to helghck….ack!” She growled and tried to jerk her head away, only slowing down the other mare as she found the metal ring fitted between her teeth, the strap running around her head to hold it.

Cherilee just giggled. “Always so fiery-tempered aren’t you? I’m going to give you a little lesson in humility, and I think I’ve got the perfect assistant…” She looked over to see Arctic’s hooves disappearing through the door. “Once I get him back here.” She leaned into Spitfire for now, a knowing grin on her face. “I’ll get him back, don’t you worry. For now, let’s give you something else to worry about.”

She moved back over to her bag, returning to the bound mare, watching her pant and heave against her bindings as she smirked. “You know, they always say you should stay hydrated during a workout. Care for a drink?~” Her voice was sweet as silk, but her eyes told a different story, as she brought the funnel up, securing the spout to the ring gag. Grabbing one of the hoses from the wall typically used to wash the mats, she cut it on, holding Spitfire’s muzzle still while she let it flow into the funnel.

Spitfire just glared at Cherille, feeling the cool refreshment flood her mouth, before swallowing it, repeatedly letting the water cool and relax her, for the moment. Recovery turned to tension though, as she coughed, water spilling down her front, feeling Cherilee’s hand stroking her neck until she was swallowing again, her stomach full, growing overfull now as it began to stretch. “M-mrphlk….lp..lk...ghlk….” What the hell was the older mare trying to do to her?

Cherilee just held the hose in place, watching that toned belly swell out, losing definition in favor of a curve, as her stomach stretched out and down. “There….you’re looking plenty well now….my my….don’t overdo it~” She giggled a bit darkly, feeling the swell tighten up as it grew nearly big enough to look pregnant. A moment longer, and she shut the water off, making the athletic mare empty the funnel, before removing it, and the ring gag, quickly replacing it with a muzzle, strapping it tight before the mare could get a word in edge-wise. “Goooood girl. Now to wait for that to settle in. Good luck holding that, while I go fetch my favorite toy….~”

Spitfire just groaned, looking down at her altered figure, feeling her abdomen struggling a bit with all the extra pressure and weight, her legs trembling a bit. “Mrhghrmm…..” She watched the teacher-turned-dominatrix saunter off, so leisurely walking after Arctic, then looked back down at her belly, already feeling the strain shift lower down, the poor pegasus unable to even clench her thighs. Cherille better come back soon!

Arctic, naturally, had bolted. He knew an opportunity to get out when he saw one! He panted hard, going back through the showers to his locker, frantically unlocking it to grab his things, fumbling with the lock, shaking and clumsy fingers eventually getting it open. He grabbed his clothes, stuffing it all into his bag, not even bothering to get changed. He had to get out! Slamming the locker shut, he jogged to the door, hitting the crash bar and - “What? Locked??” Who, or better yet, how were they locked!? He hit the door again, as if it was stuck, before outright shoulder-checking it, feeling it give, just a bit. Definitely locked. Dull thudding echoed from the tiled walls, his blood running cold as his ears swivelled back to catch the voice of the mare, right before he felt leather encircling his neck, more of the material pressing to his back, two notable swells pushing into him, erasing any doubt as to who it could be.

“Predictable. I like that about you, Arctic.” And then she tugged, yanking his head back to put him off-balance, the collar pulled by the leash in her hand. “You didn’t think I’d actually give you a chance, did you?” She smirked, pulling him back from the locked door, keeping him against her and shuffling back, removing his backpack and tossing it to the floor. She pushed him away then, holding the leash with a firm hand. “Strip.”

It was a simple command, and after a moment of indecision, seeing that expectant look on her face, the big pegasus complied, taking his shorts off, then his shirt, and finally, after another second’s hesitation, his boxers too. Blushing lightly, he stood before her, vulnerable. “D-done.”

She relaxed her expression, smiling. “Good boy. I’ll go a little easier, I think, if you keep being good.” She pulled the leash, grabbing his clothes and bag, leading him to the showers, stopping him there. “Against the wall, back to it, now.”

He did so, pulling more slack from the leash until his was back against the cold tile, suddenly reminded of the coolness as the sweat in his fur touched the porcelain surface. He reached up, touching the collar, feeling the tag faintly dangling from it. “Is...this really uh, necessary?” His ears pinned back, splaying submissively.

“Of course. Just so you know who’s in charge, and don’t think of getting any ideas. Spitfire’s stronger than you, and you see how that turned out didn’t you?” She chuckled, the sound low, devious, making the white pegasus shudder. “Now, I heard a little story about something….unusual happening in here, last week. Care to share, studslut?”

He gulped, shaking his head. “U-uhm….no? Er, I mean no. I ah...c-can’t think of what you might’ve h-GLK!” He gripped his neck, the collar tightening around it. A choking collar?!

“Oh please, and you’d just been so good for me...tsk tsk, you’ll learn.” She stalked closer, before grabbing his ear, tugging him close to one of the groups of showerheads, wrapping the leash around his arms and wrists, yanking them behind his back down from his neck from his struggles. “Oh relax, I won’t kill you. But here….let’s refresh your memory.”

He watched her then, seeing her fiddle with the controls, until all three heads were spraying hot water, one over him, the other two raining in different directions, the dominant mare keeping behind him, staying dry. He just looked back at her nervously, trying to figure out what she was trying to do. The warm water felt nice, at least, but as he watched her tie off the leash to the pole in front of him, and tug one of the unused heads down, revealing it to have extendable hosing behind it, he gasped, the collar loosening enough to breathe properly again. “W-what’re you….oh...oh wait w-wait no I’ll just aghh...h-hagh! C-cheriLEE!” He felt that metal between his rump, the mare twisting and pushing until it was wedged inside, filling his bowels steadily with the warm water. He tried to step away, only to flex his arms and feel the leash pulling. “C-cherilghk? Mrrgh….lp...lp...ulp…” His muzzle of course, found the second unused head wedged into it, the mare cruelly stuffing it until his cheeks puffed out, while he was forced to swallow water, even as his stomach was filled from the bottom too, quickly filling it.

She just rubbed his throat, looking him right in his wide, fearful eyes. “All coming back to you now dear?~” She smirked, playing with the hose leading to his rear as he began to swell out. Thankfully when he’d only swollen a few inches, she cut the water off. “I don’t think you need to explain yourself. From what I heard, you didn’t have much choice, or even mobility then…” She slapped his rump, making him clench on the head back there while his tail flagged. “What you can explain…” She reached around his front, feeling the swelling member inside the over-sized sheath pop free, sliding out to greet her teasing hand, flopping over his balls to fall down his leg. “Is this. Someone likes having a full belly hm?~ A big, uncontrollably swelling stomach?~”

Arctic could only feel himself growing quite warm, and embarrassingly enough, aroused, as his cock made itself known, beginning to firm up, her leather-clad palm certainly helping as it smoothly slid over his flare. “M-mhhh….mmmnn…..”

“You don’t need to try and deny it. There’s no fooling this - “ She squeezed his shaft. “Is there?” She grinned, before working his mast until it had risen up, pressed against the underside of his stomach. She only licked her black lips, grabbing the third head that had been spraying over him. “I don’t need to tell you where this is going, do I?~”

His ears already down, Arctic lowered his gaze, shaking his head, huffing softly, feeling his warm, full belly shifting over the bottom of his shaft with every little movement. “Mrph.”

She smiled, grabbing it and pulling the last to the head of his cock, turning the water back on, and pressing it to his urethra. Even with his extra size, the head was clearly too big to fit, but she held it flush to the tip, watching the underside of that cock bloat from tip to base, before the stallion gurgled around the flow in his mouth, a louder gurgling sounding from below his stomach, as his balls, already full of seed, began to swell further, the deep blue orbs stretching to contain the added burden. “Oh my….I’d wondered after those beads last time….but you’re….pretty versatile, aren’t you? Oh I can’t wait to have more fun with these…” She shut the water back off, pulling the head away, then tugging the others from his muzzle and rump, listening to him cough and start draining out. “But that’s later...for now, we need to get back to Spitfire before she...makes a mess of things.”

Author's Note

Here's the first part, mostly to release something to try and see if there's still interest in it. It's been quite tough to find time, but I've managed this so far. Still working on how I'm going to finish this chapter. I've got a rough idea, just need to figure out how it's logistically going to happen. Stay tuned, and thanks to those who've stuck around!

As always, comments are appreciated! Like something or hate it, let me know!

-GS

A More Personal Education - Part 2

Cherilee eagerly tugged on the leash, yanking him along, the sodden stallion trailing water behind him on the mats, coughing and struggling to breathe as that collar loosened and tightened around him with the sharper pulls from her arm. “Let’s go naughty boy. Can’t let that feisty pegasus get bored can we? No we can’t…” She didn’t even bother letting him reply. It wouldn’t have mattered, even if he could get around that collar. She drug the stallion back into the weight room, Arctic stumbling over his hooves, and the extra weight tugging at his groin. His balls, already three times the size of his head, were a few inches larger with water, and his cock, softened, flopped around in front of him too, his mixed emotions refusing to allow it to really retract into its leathery home. He ambled through the doorway, his stomach finally empty, or well, all the excess water was gone anyway, a thin trail leaking from under his tail.

He looked over at Spitfire after Cherilee stopped him, watching her go to the fiery-maned mare next. She was...heavily swollen, and muzzled too? He wanted to ask what, why, so many questions, but for the time being, he wisely chose not to say a word. His eyes roamed over her bra-clad breasts, to her heavily swollen belly, easily pregnant, even looking overdue. Her legs were spread with a spreader bar, revealing her toned legs, and thighs covered in her tight-fitting workout shorts. After a second look, he could see those legs were shaking, the mare seemingly having trouble holding herself up, giving her colleague quite a glare.

“Oh come now, it’s just some extra weight...can’t be that bad can it?~” Cherilee’s voice remained sweet as silk, yet those smoky eyes trained on Spitfire’s legs clearly indicated at something else. “So angry...something the matter?~” A purple-fingered hand slid over that swell, before pressing lightly. The immediate shift in the golden mare’s expression told her all she needed. “Oh my...I think you’re about ready…~”

Spitfire’s simmering anger turned to desperation from the new pressure. Of course, over the time the others had been gone, some of that water weight moved lower, passing through her, filtered and processed, and was now ready to make an exit! But she couldn’t go! Not with her clothes still on, or in view of this mare and her pupil! She just felt her eyes water a bit from the strain, her legs shaking worse, as she silently pleaded with Cherilee. Muzzled or not, no words were really needed.

Arctic was so lost in trying to piece it together, he startled and yelped softly at the renewed tightening around his throat. The big pegasus staggered towards the mares, Cherilee cruelly yanking extra yard to throw his weight towards Spitfire, then kicking a boot hard into the back of his knee, sending him down to the ground. That boot came back swiftly, kicking him in the rear to jolt his upper body up straight with a grunt. Then he felt the cold metal, and heard the ratchting teeth of the shackles around his wrists behind him. No, not simply handcuffs, but thick, iron shackles for the strong pegasus, judging by the feeling encircling his forearms and wrists. Damn was this mare prepared!

Cherilee grabbed Arctic by the collar, unclipping the leash, using it to tie his wings closed, locking the clasp around the loop, just to be sure. “Good boy...now.” She tapped and prodded him into place, on both knees, arms behind him, and muzzle turned forwards, right level with Spitfire’s crotch. A few quick, deft motions with a small blade had those shorts off, the fur underneath unharmed, despite the shaking. “Should’ve removed those before….oh well! School’s a place to learn, right? Oh don’t look at me like that. I’ll buy you another pair later. You’ve got more…” She pushed on Spitfire’s lower belly now, hearing a gasp and whimper filter through the muzzle above. “...pressing matters.” She turned her gaze to Arctic. “Be a good boy and get those panties aside, and let’s give you a new task. Spits here’s about to show you what happens when you can’t quite control certain muscles. Let’s call it an anatomy lesson.”

Spitfire looked on in desperation, fear, concern, and growing arousal. The latter was subdued further at the sight of a small device in Cherilee’s hand. A small click of a button, and a tiny arc of electricity crossed between two leads on the end. “N-nmm!” She let some slip just then, the small trickle hotly spreading to her panties, making a wet spot there, though they were already soaked in sweat.

Arctic barely hesitated, mistaking the wetness for arousal. Spitfire must be a real-...this wasn’t mare honey. No, the scent of ammonia was strong, the taste on his tongue, froze in mid-lick, was salt, not sweet, or tang. Bitter, and salty, and very warm. This was urine. All too late, he was putting the pieces together. Spitfire’s stomach was swollen with water! And, it all had to go somewhere. Oh...oh dear.

The sharp crack and jerking pain searing hotly across his shoulder got that tongue unfrozen in a hurry. “What’s the problem Frost? She needs some relief, and you’re the perfect stud for her right?” She brought the riding crop firmly down again, drawing a fresh red line on his other shoulder, down his upper back, thankfully missing his wing.

Spitfire did her best to hold on, but the feeling of Arctic and the sound of that impact had her losing a little more. She could see it coming, but she wasn’t prepared to see who she thought was a nice, homely teacher act in such a way, sinfully dark outfit or not. She winced, looking down, only to watch in suspenseful surprise as the white stallion’s teeth took and tugged her panties down to stretch to her knees, then that muzzle was between her thighs, licking and prodding at her folds, even teasing the little patch hiding her love button. “M..mm-mph?” Did he know what he was about to be getting into? Seeing his bound wings and arms, perhaps it didn’t matter.

Cherilee was nearly giddy from watching the stallion take to task, though she kept her composure. She brought up the taser, and prodded the mare with it, making sure the voltage was rather low. “Well, you’ve had a drink. I’d say it’s time he had his.~” She pressed the button, and a sharp gasp, followed by a whine from the mare, and then a tensing and relaxing of muscles from the waist down, the cuffs drawing tight at holding her up from her arms alone as the prongs tickled and sent little jolts through her groin.

It felt so good to release, and have all that tension fade away, in that split second. It came rushing out, hot, harsh, and full of pheromones, salty, and incredibly potent. Immediately she felt the pressure in her bladder lessen, as the acrid, unbroken stream rushed out, and Spitfire, despite her misgivings, groaned, happy for the release, unable to stop if from splashing all over the captive stallion below.

Arctic barely closed his eyes in time, initially from the tingling of electricity over his tongue from the proximity of the prongs, and then from the sudden gush and spray of mare piss over his nose and lips. He didn’t know what to do at first, stunned, and he felt a hand grab his mane, shoving it under the spray. The mistress mare let the errant twitching of Spitfire’s sex push the stream around, until it soaked his mane and ran down his face, turning white fur yellow. He felt his head pulled back, his lips shoved against the stream as the flow continued, not subsiding in the least. It washed over his tongue, the stallion feeling the bubbling stream fill his muzzle, until he was gulping it down, feeling the warmth begin to pool in his belly. He squeezed his eyes shut tighter, swallowing repeatedly, only letting the bitter taste linger until he had to swallow again. Soon he was downright chugging it, the flow so rapid he could barely keep up, even with his big muzzle!

“Luna’s flank slut...and I thought you’d be resisting me, revolted from it, but you’re just taking it aren’t you? What a dirty stallion, drinking a mare’s piss like that. Fuck’s sake, look at you go….~” She was biting her lip now, wanting to move a hand to her own groin, the padding inside her suits’ crotch soaked through already, the fur around her inner thighs beginning to wet down. She watched his belly begin to swell as he gulped and swallowed, beginning to cough a little, urine spraying from his nose as he gagged, his body rejecting the fluid, or telling him he’d had enough. Maybe it was both. Still, the shot only spattered against the gold mare, then dripped back onto his lips. He was back to his rhythm in no time, throat bobbing with each rich, heady mouthful, taking all he could. Whether it be to avoid her displeasure, to help Spitfire, or to serve his own desire, she didn’t know, but by Celestia it was hot to watch the big male be reduced to a mere urinal, and for a bound mare no less!

Arctic opened his eyes to slits, tongue extending out to press to her folds, as he swallowed, and gulped down more, beginning to wonder when the flow would wane. He took a breath, his muzzle rapidly filling, before he was frantically emptying his mouth to make room for more. He found himself almost revolted from the activity alone, but yet it fueled a deeper need, something it seemed Cherilee, was beginning to pick up on as she taunted and teased the stallion. He yelped, piss leaking and spraying from his muzzle as the crop caught him again, leaving droplets all over the mat under Spitfire, and then again he grunted, feeling the harsh strike on his rump. He didn’t know what he’d done to earn those, but perhaps the earth mare was growing bored.

“Aww...you spilled some…~” Cherilee’s voice floated over, the mare smirking as the pegasus drank, Spitfire’s belly looking much smaller. She waited for the flow to wane, then tugged the stallion back, using a boot to send him over onto his chest, rounded belly pressing along the base of his shaft as he was made to lay atop it. “There...your fur will mop it well...oh, and it looks like Spits isn’t done...quite yet.”

Indeed, the goldenrod pegasus mare’s flow was waning, her belly mostly back to normal, but the rest of it rained down onto the stallion’s back, soaking his feathers before dripping down onto the fur below. His fur was thick, absorbing much of the musky fluid, as Spitfire watched her bladder’s contents spread across him. Of course, his bloated balls and belly made the slope of his torso angled, the urine crawling through up his shoulders, down his neck, to puddle on the mats under his chin. She couldn’t see his head, but from Cherilee’s expression, it looked like he’d begun to work on getting that up, while she finally spent the last few drops, the final trickles soaking small rivulets down her thigh. “Mmhhph...nn..” She sighed through her nose, shuddering a small bit as she shakily pulled on the cuffs, getting her knees to straighten, back on her hooves as she realized she could move them properly again. She looked between Arctic and Cherilee, watching the dominatrix as she handled her charge. Her eyes narrowed. She’d wait for a moment to get back at her colleague, that was for certain, but, she was also, feeling a little more wet down there than she should be.

Cherilee let up on the stallion, reaching up to unchain the mare, holding her cuffed arms in front of her, now reduced, stomach. “Didn’t that feel great? You should see what else that tongue can do.” She unlocked the cuffs, reaching down to get the spreader too, finally setting those to the side and getting behind the golden pegasus to unstrap her muzzle, leaving her free, patting her cheek with a leather-clad palm. “Hope you learned your lesson.”

Spitfire just snorted in flustered anger, glaring daggers at the earth pony, not daring to speak, still stuck with the image of the piss-stained stallion under her.

Arctic felt himself tugged back up, the mats not spotless, but there was less left then there should’ve been. Of course he’d lapped it up, knowing he better do everything he could to avoid the sting of the crop, his ass still tingling a bit. He found himself on both knees, legs spread to let his balls and shaft settle between them, the latter firming back up slowly, but surely. He looked back behind him, the horse’s arms and wings still bound up, and now the angle made him lean backwards, his swollen, warm belly settling on the top of his shaft, smushing his balls to the padded floor. He just focused on not toppling back, while Cherilee secured his bonds.

Perhaps Cherilee should’ve paid more attention to Spitfire, before she felt her bust squeeze into her back as strong arms slid from behind under her own, fingers and palms coming up around the back of her neck, forcing her chin to her chest and yanking her arms upwards, preventing them from swinging back entirely. “What do you think you’re doing?! Hey!”

Spitfire yanked her up to her hooves, dragging her in front of the bound pegasus, and then with a hoof into the back of her knee, drove her to the floor, using her hold, and weight to drop her further, releasing her arms, only to push her front down onto the mat, perfectly positioned to shove her nose right into Arctic’s balls. She was quick to keep on the dominatrix, knee coming down on her hips as her hands grabbed her mane and shoulder. “I’m making you submit, making me piss all over him, I can’t believe you. Now get a good breath bitch.” Even if she might have liked it, a little, maybe, she’d still make her colleague pay for that thought too.

Arctic could only watch in surprise, gasping as Spitfire hefted one of his overblown orbs, and stuffed Cherilee’s head under his balls, letting their weight settle over her head. Spitfire turned around then, sitting on Cherilee’s back, rubbing her fingers between the mare’s flailing legs, avoiding her random kicking, looking back at the shocked stallion instead. “Don’t think you’re off the hook, slut. I watched you enjoy everything...but a little payback is in order.”

Cherilee’s world was dark, hot, and humid, the stallion’s typical hygiene undone from all he’d been subjected to, and now those overfilled, musk-laden balls were practically smothering her with masculine scent. She wriggled, drawing in air to yell, only finding every move stymied, her nose against his taint, sweat dripping down, making her makeup begin to run. She tensed up too, as she felt hands over her own crotch through her clothes. “F-fkmph!” She wriggled, feeling her simmering lust beginning to build quickly, those fingers, even though dulled, making her folds leak their own puddle over the mats.

Spitfire ignored Cherilee’s squirming, watching her lust pool on the floor. “That’s right, your turn to writhe! Dick-for-brains was bad enough, and now you want to come in here and take over in MY weight room?” Her fingers slipped under the crotch of the outfit, pushing into the sopping folds, pumping and circling around her entrance until it was grasping her fingers hard, a fresh gush of feminine lust spraying out. “Some dom you are, cumming from such a wimpy pegasus’ nuts on your nose.” She smirked, ignoring the fact that those balls covered a bit more than the nose alone. Eyeing the stallion they were attached to, watching the yellow coloration slowly seep downwards as the urine dried in his fur. “Don’t worry, I’ll give her a couple more, then maybe we’ll think about letting you cum.”

She gave Cherilee another 2 peaks, hammering her fingers in fast and grinding them all around, until Cherilee’s hips shook, more of that honey spreading along the floor, the gym teacher’s hand soaked through. She relented finally, wiping her hand on Arctic’s nose, then stuffing her fingers in his muzzle, the stallion dutifully licking them clean, a command Spitfire noticed, she didn’t even have to give. She let the earth pony up afterwards, giggling at her runny makeup, eye shadow and lipstick running darkly down. “I bet you couldn’t stop from licking him under there, could you?”

Cherilee was furious, sputtering and taking greedy lungfuls of the cleaner air in the gym, standing up. She gripped Arctic’s mane and pushed his face right into her own fluids all over the mat. “F-fucking..lick it up!” She was angry now, using Arctic since she could still control him. With him swiping his tongue over the mats again, she rounded on Spitfire, snorting through her nose, wiping some of the makeup from her face. “How dare you!” She grabbed the crop that’d been dropped earlier, brandishing it.

Her legs were shaking, but Spitfire wasn’t sure if she was still recovering, or simply that angry. “Hey ...c'mon ...you made me do...that! To him! I had to do something….and you fucking loved it, so drop the anger. Let’s focus on a more common goal now okay? Calm down.”

Her arm was already raised, but she lowered it, looking back at the pegasus finishing his work. “Hmph...fine, but you try anything more and I’ll make him plow your rump until you can’t sit for a week.” She moved back over to Arctic, not even bothering to hear Spitfire, expecting compliance. “Enjoying that little treat? Unexpected, but see, you’ll just do anything to please, won’t you?” She ruffled his wet mane, then tugged him back onto his knees again, waving Spitfire over. “Grab that plug? Yeah, no the medium one...yeah and the ring, yeah good, let’s get him plugged up.” She turned her eyes down to the stallion, straddling his head and looking into his eyes over her bust. “You didn’t think we’d give you any relief yet did you?~”

Arctic could only squirm and pull at his shackles as he felt his tip spread open, the plug stretching him firmly out, until the flat base covered the center of his tip. Spitfire had said they’d let him cum! Another clamping sensation surrounded the bumpy crown, just under, that ring tightening down against the plug’s narrowing base, just past its widest point, effectively locking it in. He barely had time to focus on that, watching as black leather was tugged aside, a familiar pad slipping out, deft fingers squishing it against his nose, making her lusty emissions trickle right into his nose, as her soaked nethers pushed to his lips, thighs straddling his muzzle and turning it up, her hips grinding it all over his piss-stained face, layering another fluid over it, dripping down the bridge of his nose, his cheeks, and his chin too.

“Get in there...oh yes...in fact...here...mph yes, you can take more. You’ll just keep taking more won’t you?” It was a question she didn’t really need an answer to. His position now was answer enough. Sopping pad covering his nose, forcing him to breath potent mare, or breathe through his mouth, fighting against her thighs and labia to breath around them while she smothered him. She cooed as his tongue pushed inside her, cleaning out any remnants of Spitfire’s deed.

He should’ve expected it, if he was thinking properly, but all he could smell and taste was mare. Well, that, and urine. The thin, hot splash spreading and fanning over his muzzle was the latter, Cherilee taking her turn to empty her own bladder over him, layering the pegasus in more wet mess. He shut his eyes, and opened his mouth, but she had other plans. Those hot, tight folds perched themselves on the bridge of his snout, and he could feel it trickling all down his front. It ran in a widening path, soaking over his chest and belly, marking the clean patches of fur not covered from Spitfire, mostly.

Cherilee slid back, letting him catch a mouthful or two, but then pulled back more, spreading her folds and letting the arcing stream splash down over his shaft and balls, thighs, to drop on the mat. “I own you now. All of you, Frost.” She slid back over his head sensually, releasing more into his sodden mane, letting the remainder run down his back. “Now everyone will know.” She said huskily, looking at Spitfire, behind her, just staring, a bit shocked. “Even if you marked him first.”

Spitfire was...conflicted. She’d plugged up his flare, and was watching it twitch and bob under its own power, as the literature teacher finished showering the big stud in piss. Her hand was between her folds before she even realised it, fiery orange-yellow tail lifting spastically behind her. Soon she slipped a finger inside, but it only drove her ache higher. She needed more! At Cherilee’s comment, she could only blush softly, not having the will for much more in the moment.

Arctic, bound as he was, could do little more than take it all, feeling the warm liquids running through his fur, down his back, dripping down the feathers of his wings. He looked to see Spitfire fingering herself, three fingers spreading herself open, pumping them in and out as Cherilee finished up. He was still achingly hard, balls still overfull from before, his need pestering him like it always did, but now it was so much worse! Two hot mares, and yet, no outlet, their scents clinging to his mind and arousal both.

“Such a good boy..who knew you were such a depraved colt?~” She grinned, pulling back entirely, glancing Spitfire’s way, then back to the pegasus stallion, taking in his appearance, much of his fur matted down and soaked through. Even his equipment shined with how she’d marked him, and she could only bite her lip at the sight. She moved behind her colleague and gave her a soft push towards him, eyeing the impressive length as hard as ever, and properly plugged. “Go on and give him a try. He’s a pleasing mount, aren’t you toy? That’s what you are aren’t you? Just a toy for us mares to play with. In more ways than I’d imagined, after today.~”

Spitfire pulled her hand from her nethers, and approached the stallion, looking down and trying to assert herself. Her and Cherilee were even now, and he did look ready for the taking. She moved her wet hand to his mouth again, and he was on it immediately, thick tongue sliding over and under and between all those digits until all that remained was saliva. “Goodness, you really are just, meant for this aren’t you?” She spoke less teasingly, more matter-of-factly, watching the subby pegasus slurp up every drop, even with that heavily bloated belly already full of both mare’s piss. Looking down past her breasts, the athletic mare looked at the flare, practically reaching her belly. The ring around it was thankfully coated in rubber, meaning she’d not have any discomfort, aside from perhaps, his size. “Luna’s flank you’re thick too..” She shifted her hips left and right, before deciding to go for it, and drop down. As soon as her warm folds pressed to that plugged flare, she could feel him throb against her in return. “Ohh...mnn……” She closed her lips, then pressed down, breathing out her nose, just like stretching exercises taught. This was after all, a decent one as she worked over the crown. Pretty soon she felt hands on her shoulders though, and stiffened. “H-hey wait!”

Cherille wanted to see this happen faster! She wanted those balls to swell up! She halted though, not quite impaling the other just yet. “Oh come on...you’re moving too slow! Here I thought you were used to strenuous lifts and stretches..~” She relented with a huff though, crossing her arms under her corset-clad breasts. “I’ll be nice this time.”

If Spitfire could smirk, she would. Looks like her little stunt might’ve helped her out! She looked back down as she felt Arctic push inch after inch deeper inside her, making a bulge in her trim abdomen. “Sun and Moon…” She swore softly, before sinking lower, lower...then winced, feeling him stretch her deeply, up against her cervix right as his thicker ring slipped inside her, straining her open further. Her fingers traced his mast, her free hand gripping his wet shoulder as she ground her dead-end against him, working it steadily. She gripped and squeezed her muscles, but the tightness was already making him twitch and buck more, she could feel every little bit.

Arctic snorted, eyes lidded as he savored the little taste of her, feeling that tight tunnel spread open and squeeze at him, first passively, then actively as the mare’s core pulled at him. What core strength too! It should’ve been expected from a mare like Spitfire, but he was already trying to hold back, even as his hips rocked on the ground, back bowing as he tried to thrust up. After the urine, then teasing, tasting, more scents...he was almost gone, and orgasm was rather rapidly approaching, whether he wanted it or not, free to release or not. His wishes didn’t seem to matter to them, only that he be there for their use, and abuse. Perhaps that was how it was meant to be?

“Ahn...come..on!~” She finally gasped out, feeling him push deeper inside her, that flare sliding up her abdomen, her folds meeting that rough sheathrim, right as his flare stopped just under her firm bust. Her head tilted back a bit, the mare closing her eyes and savoring the full feeling, every pleasurable nerve down drowning out the discomfort something like this should give her. “Oooh...oh yes..you’re right Cherilee, he is a pleasing mount! Yes you are.” She was looking down at him, beginning to ride him, squeezing around him as she lifted up, relaxing her muscles as she slid wetly down, her own arousal helping to keep him sliding in and out without too much friction. She made sure to ride him fully too, slow enough to squeeze that flare at the height of her motion, and yet deep enough to watch his spire bulge her out. She was almost fascinated, her hand sliding and tracing around it, using her palm to grind against him from outside.

Cherille couldn’t stand by anymore, grabbing the riding crop again, slinking behind the bound stallion. She swung down sharply, making him yelp in surprise and pain, bucking into Spitfire more from trying to jerk away from the pain than anything else. “Lets go! Your job is to please! Fill her already!” She timed her blows with Spitfire’s hips, making him buck and shift, while she watched him push out the front of that golden abdomen. She wanted her turn! Over and over she lashed across his back, until he was squealing out in release.

Spitfire could feel it too, flare spreading her even deeper, his tip somewhere behind her bust, spreading them partially to make more room for the monstrous length. “I don’t think he’ll be able to.” She moaned out, still bucking and riding him, squeezing him despite his failed release, feeling that mast firm up even more, as those weighty overgrown orbs pulled up, and his urethra thickened within her, spreading her just that extra bit more.

Arctic groaned, yelped and squealed in denied release, his balls and prostate squeezing hard to get that extra cum out! His cock bulged out underneath, until the rising tide met that damned plug, the ring cinched down keeping it from slipping out, no matter how much he wished it would. No...he was denied, those trembling nuts relaxing, then clenching again, only to swell larger as he backed up further. Every squeeze, another burst of cum stuffed back into those balls, until they were even larger by the end, filling every bit of space between his thighs, past his knees there on the mat, even cushioning Spitfire’s rump as her walls fluttered rapidly around him all of a sudden, the pegasus moaning loudly herself.

Cherille watched with unbridled lust as the stallion’s balls churned their way larger, while Spitfire painted his cock and sheath in another wash of her own lusts, enjoying the sight of that fat bulge twitching in denied pleasure. She was rubbing her folds through her clothes with a couple fingers, lightly toying with herself, before helping her colleague off him. “Look at those balls...heavy, achingly full...you can practically hear them making more can’t you?~” She glanced over to the water hose from before, letting Spitfire sit on the wet mats for now to recover. “In fact...change of plans. Let’s see just how much you can take!” She pulled the garden hose over, and with deft fingers, removed the ring, then tugged the plug out, only to catch the pressured jet stuck in his cock, flying to splatter over her corset’s chest. “Naughty boy...you just couldn’t hold it in? No matter, I’ll make sure you get plenty to make up for that too.” She cut the hose on rather low, just so it would be flowing, and worked the end against his tip. Pretty rapidly, his urethra bulged again, only this time it was from flare to base, the stallion gasping from the dual shock of the cold water, and from the sudden growing pressure in his balls.

Arctic could only watch in a mix of fear and surprise as the thick rubber hose was fed into his cock several inches, then more! Cherilee seemed intent on testing him however she could think. After a few feet of hose, almost to his base, she stepped back, and cut the flow up much higher, watching the stallion’s deep blue sack strain and stretch visibly to even greater dimensions, rising up, pushing his cock up to a higher angle as they swelled outwards too, stretching over his thighs tautly as they pressed forwards too. His eyes widened as his pupils shrank, the pegasus watching his balls fill up more of his vision, only to see a leather-gloved hand crank the valve open all the way.

Spitfire only sat there, stunned too, not just by Arctic’s assets swelling out impossibly, but by Cherilee’s wild look in her eye. “Uh...Cherilee? Let’s not get too carried away.” She got up, a bit shaky from her release earlier, steadying herself as those blue, leathery orbs strained to be as tall as her chest, wider than her, easily big enough to curl in with room to spare, pretty soon two of her!

Cherilee finally cut the flow off, grinning madly, tugging the hose out of Arctic’s now comparatively small cock, his body practically eclipsed by the twin orbs. She leered at him over their horizon, leaning an elbow into them as she stood there, smirking. Her elbow pushed in to the surface, revealing that somehow, they had plenty more give to them. “Still full of surprises aren’t you. I bet I could make you fill this whole room! Don’t think I’ve forgotten the shower earlier.” She leaned in, gripping his stained chin so he’d have to look at her. “Oh yes, I’ll have to really pull out the stops later...maybe with more friends.~” She giggled, letting him go. “Let’s see about emptying these cumtanks of yours first though. Harshwhinny’ll have my hide if you miss another day, as much as I’d love to see you disappoint her again.” The leather-clad mare slipped the pad off his nose, and tossed it to the mat, before straddling his cock, and with a slight shifting of the crotch of her corset, she spread herself around his spire, already feeling that precum working its way inside her, drooling past her lips to make more of a mess on his balls before running to the floor. “Mph, that’s it, fill me like you should colt!” She bore down, sliding all the way to his medial ring without much trouble, only to feel hands on her shoulders.

Spitfire smirked subtly, helping the other mare get past his ring, watching the bulge climb up her abdomen under the sexy black leather. “Let me. Always good to have a spotter when you’re going through so many reps.” She snickered at her own joke, before shoving harder, watching Cherilee’s muzzle part open in lust as she moaned, Arctic’s joining hers from the tight grasp, as Spitfire pushed her down to the hilt.

Arctic was moaning every breath he took, eyes practically rolling up, tongue pushing past his lips as steamy breath washed from his open mouth. He could barely take much more, so swollen, not just in the obvious, but he could feel Cherilee’s torso pressing into his belly too, his stomach still full of gallons of urine, among other things. He bucked up as Cherilee came down, Spitfire making sure each thrust was hard, shaking both ponies to their core.

Cherilee felt that hand leave her after a moment, and her hands moved to Arctic’s shoulders as she found her rhythm, riding him rough and fast, clenching hard on the way up and relaxing on the way back down, milking him firmly. “Let’s go stud! I know you’re just aching for relief. Fill me! Now!”

As if he wanted to do anything else. He flared with a sheer squeal reverberating off the cinderblock walls of the weight room, as he flared inside her womb, the first jet bloating her out obviously, the next making her look past due, the third leaving her near triplets! He was only aware of her middle pressing against, then swelling up, over, and then around his own bloated belly as he pumped gallons’ worth into her. There was a strained noise, a low creak, before a harsh, sharp tearing noise, making him look down in shock, half-wondering if she’d simply burst open.

Her corset had been strong, thick leather holding for a good deal, but even such a garment as that could only take so much, torn asunder by the pressure her hide was forced to hold. Cherilee only gasped in shock, looking to Spitfire. “H-help! Holy buck, get me off! He’s like a damn firehose!” She was pushing up with her legs, but her swelling belly was already getting too big, and those balls of his hardly looked any smaller at all!

Spitfire came over and heaved under her shoulders, tugging her up, only to slip on the slick mats and fall back with a shout, hearing Cherille make something between a cry and groan as Arctic’s cock apparently found a new place to fill. Getting back to her hooves and rubbing her head, she watched as Cherille’s rump sank down on him, that cumming cock providing more than ample lubrication, cum plentifully spurting back out of her pucker. The trickle slowed as the teacher turned dominatrix slipped lower on his pole, making it burrow deeper inside her, belly’s increasing weight forcing her lower as she swelled. Her stomach, above her womb, filled instantly, then swelled too, stretching the upper part of her belly, making it grow higher, pushing her breasts up as her body fought to find more room. With cum beginning to gush in waves from her tailhole and marehood, Spitfire covered her mouth in shock as Cherilee’s muzzle open, her next moan cut short as cum fountained from her muzzle, two smaller jets spurting from her nose. The mare was clearly out of room!

Cherilee was utterly full, her stomach pressing her womb to push out the cum there, only to strain larger and take up the extra space afforded inside her, until even that wasn’t enough, cum rushing out of every exit she had. Only, she still felt the pressure growing, her skin stretching higher, fuller, tighter, as her navel pushed out, her ruined corset tearing to the point it fell off her onto the floor. Once again, hands found their way under her shoulders, and she felt Spitfire heaving, gusts of wind marking her golden wings flapping too, straining to tug the mare off the equine hose filling her up. Finally with a grunt, Cherilee popped off, landing on the stud’s balls and rolling off onto her bloated tummy, cum positively spewing from all her holes as her weight squeezed down atop her middle.

Arctic was still going strong though, cumming buckets over the bloated mare, soaking her in cum, his freed cock twitching this was and that, cum arcing to spatter the floor the mares, his balls, anything in front of him within 25 feet! It was thick, heady, potent, ridiculous, and hot as Tartarus! Minute after minute went by, and those balls slowly shrank, stopping a more believable point, as large as two yoga balls, still much too large for him, but comparably much smaller than before.

Leaving Cherilee to drain out, and praising the large floor drains for handling the mess, she came over and gripped Arctic’s cock roughly, kneading it and stroking it fast and firmly, using his oversensitivity entirely to her advantage. “Luna’s mane you’re incredible Frost. I’ll have to keep you behind much, MUCH more often, but for now...let’s get all this pent up foal batter out!~” She knelt next to the bound stallion, and using her breasts and hands, she jerked him roughly, panting and licking over his leaky flare, admiring all it’s strong little twitches and throbs under her attentions.

Cherilee watched through the haze of cum over her face, and lust, as Spitfire worked diligently over his cock, while she slowly returned to the floor, pools of cum mingling with estrus running in thick waves, pools pilling and spreading further from the streams gushing from her. Her muzzle closed first, the mare letting the pressure equal out and regain her breath, as she left her rear and cunny relaxed, as her middle drained more. She was pretty sure she came again from that alone, but she could hardly make sense of the sensations anymore.

Arctic’s hips weakly jerked, the stallion looking pretty tired by now. The fighting, struggling, all the teasing, pleasing, it was all dragging on him. It wasn’t more than a few minutes until her felt Spitfire’s muzzle wrap around his flare and suck, proving to be the last straw for him. He grunted lowly and came with a sharp jerk of hips. Watching his gym teacher’s eyes open more, as his flare expanded inside her mouth. She gagged, cum pouring from her nose, before she pulled back, only succeeding in catching his flare on the back of her teeth. She was stuck!

Spitfire whimpered as she felt it pour out her nose, then down her throat into her belly as the male seeded her. Gulping down the salty flow, she dove forwards and stuffed him into her throat, letting him pump her up directly, since she couldn’t pull him out. Best to contain the mess, she figured, and the warm filling had its own draw to her too, even if she wasn’t one to enjoy such wild sizes too often. Her belly filled, and bloated out as his balls shrank, the athletic mare once again losing her toned middle for a paunch, then a swell, rounding out and pushing against the side of his own gut, until the was scooting back and leaning forwards more and more to make room and stay on him. Finally she was laying on her belly, leaning down to stay on his cock, as he finished up, finally spent, the stallion slumped forwards. It’d typically take several orgasms to work so much from him, but they’d really driven him hard, and he was all the more anxious to be empty.

Besides, from the look of Cherille as she stood up on wobbly legs, still leaking thick rivulets down her legs, and the half-dazed look of the mare bloating on his cock now...they were pretty tuckered out too. Stumbling over, Cherilee’s hands found Spitfire’s muzzle and tugged her off with a pop, letting his last few shots coat her face, and then letting him soften, and the mare settle atop her own cumbelly. Checking behind her, impossibly, she had cum running out of her own pucker. She’d taken so much she was already trying to be rid of it!

Undoing the shackles on his wrists, they fell to the floor with a clank, and the leash came out from around his bound wings too, dropping to the messy mats. A quick jab from the taser into his back, between his wings, had him yelp and come back to full consciousness as the electricity surged through him, his body now free, if spent. He rubbed his wrists, and glared up at the purple mare, before his expression softened. He was too tired to be upset, just happy to be free, feeling that things were finally drawing to a close. It was getting late now. He still had homework! Standing up, he ruffled his feathers, stretching, his wings, his arms, and his legs stiff after having been held still so long.

Cherille helped Spitfire up, getting her to lean back against a wall, the shelf of her belly extending a good few feet in front of her, reaching below her knees heavily, making even her strong legs buckle under the weight. A small bottle was pressed to her lips, and soon, that belly was shrinking to a much more manageable curve, about the size of a basketball, and the golden-furred pegasus was looking much better. “That’ll help convert all that protein into energy, just take it easy for a minute or two until it settles.”

Spitfire swallowed down the potion thankfully, watching her stomach diminish, and fresh life creep back into her limbs. She gestured to Arctic with a thumb. “Thanks. Let’s get this poor guy cleaned up and see about washing off all the mats. You are...insane, but I kinda like it.” Looking over to the stallion, she raised a brow, watching him stand there a bit lost-looking almost. “You alright there stud? I’m impressed you can still stand. Almost makes me wonder if you’re dragging behind in my class on purpose.” She smirked, watching him register her words, and sputter out some meek defense. “I’m joking. Let’s hit the showers.” Grabbing his leash from the floor, then clipped it on, tugging at him, reminding him of the way it closed around his neck from the motions. Let’s go Frost!”

Arctic stumbled after the bloated mare, Cherilee falling in line behind him, the two pregnant-looking mares not even giving him much leeway now. He followed Spitfire into the showers, already looking up to the multitude of heads, remembering Cherilee’s invasive toying with them earlier. Spitfire turned on a trio of them, and gestured for Cherilee to stand under one and wash up, soap on a small shelf in the center. The mare quickly got under the hot steamy spray, rinsing off her makeup, sweat, and all the stress of the evening, purring from the feel of the water as her hands roamed her body, lathering up her fur.

As Arctic moved to take the one next to her, the collar at his neck tugged harshly, making him choke and cough. “Oh, did you think you were going to be allowed to wash up?” Spitfire hauled on his leash, pulling him back and tying him off to one of the many support bars along the wall, meant to hold oneself up and prevent falls on the slippery tiles. They were anchored into the concrete beyond the tile walls, the perfect sturdy anchor point for the patchy yellowed and muskied stallion. “Silly colt.”

Spitfire joined Cherilee under the pillar of sprays, taking the one Arctic had moved for. Gazing over her shoulder at Arctic, she lathered up and moaned for his ears to hear, and pretty soon Cherilee was doing the same, catching onto the idea. The two sexy mares let his eyes roam their bodies, as they steadily washed themselves, and each other too, groping each other’s busts or rumps, even feeling over the swells of their middles all to tease the poor stallion. That third unused showerhead was pulled down, and the teachers took turns cleaning out their holes too, not to mention pleasuring each other with it. Each took an orgasm from the other, turning their rumps and hiking their tails each in turn to let Arctic gaze upon everything, letting him take in the show with no hope of joining it.

“Mph...so nice to be clean after all that. I think that’s the farthest I’ve seen him pushed yet.~” Cherilee’s voice purred over the flow of water, as she replaced the showerhead, and rinsed off the last of the suds, while Spitfire did the same, shutting off the water entirely once they were clean. As a pair, as if they’d shared some unspoken plan, they turned to him, and he only wilted a bit at the sight. Two busty mares, both softly swollen with his cum, and soaked through, letting him see every detail of those curves. His flare was peeking out, cock slipping down from all their teasing, and he’d just been emptied!

He could only stand there though. He hadn’t been ordered not to touch himself, but he wasn’t taking any chances. Cherilee came over and unleashed him from the metal bar, and the pair of mares walked him back to the weight room. Uncollaring the stallion, Cherilee looked him over. Yellowed along most of his fur, matted with sweat, marecum, even his own cum on his belly and balls, shiny and thickly-furred. She tossed him his clothes, and smirked. “You can wash when you get back him. Hope no one catches the scent of what you’ve been up to tonight naughty boy.~” She reached up and put a finger to his lips. “Don’t bother. Consider it your punishment we have to clean all this up! Messy boy.”

He frowned a bit, but nodded, sighing and rubbing his neck, happy to have that collar off. He quickly slipped on his clothes again, feeling how they stuck to him, some of the fabric even showing spots as it pulled various fluids from his fur. “Y-yes Mistress.” He was blushing a good bit now, ears pinned as ever as he backed up a few paces, unsure if he should really leave. “I c-could help though.”

Spitfire just came up next to her colleague and shook her head. “I think it’s pretty hot you have to wear us...well mostly her, home. You’ll do it too, and you’d better make it home and sleep, cause I’m sure Harshwhinny’ll have a hell of a time with you tomorrow.~ Now go on! Longer you wait, the darker it gets, and the more likely you’ll not even make it home…” She gave him a soft push to his chest, and smirked.

He nodded and looked a bit sheepish, before just turning and exiting the side door right outside the weight room, taking to the air and heading straight home. With any luck, he’d make it back, with no one seeing him, aside from the coloration of his wings. He flew quickly as his tired body could too, the cooler air helping him stay alert and awake for the trip.

Back at the school, the two mares giggled and recounted the last couple of hours, amazed at his performance, and what they’d learned about each other too. “You make a hell of a dominatrix. Didn’t think a homebody like you had it in you.” Cherilee glanced sideways as she grabbed the water hose from earlier, rinsing off the mats and letting it wash down the drains, walking around to make sure she got everything. “Oh? It’s always fun to surprise isn’t it? You were a bit more meek than I’d imagined.” Spitfire sputtered, picking up some of the toys and tools they used, washing them off and placing them in Cherilee’s duffel bag, grabbing up her torn shorts and the ruined corset, putting them in the trash. “Well excuse me for not being so used to being tied to a wall and being forced to urinate into my student’s mouths.” She shot back, folding her ears a bit.

Cherilee took it in stride. “And you watched him swallow it all down too. Quite the rush, I could see it in your eyes you know.” Rolling the hose up and shutting off the water, she helped Spitfire straighten up the rooms, replacing weights onto racks, and generally tidying up beyond what mess their fun had created. Taking a dress from her bag, she got dressed, and smoothed the front down, slinging the bag over her shoulder after. “You learned to keep me in the loop, and I learned to keep a better eye on you.”

Spitfire grabbed a spare uniform from a locker and slipped it on. “Fair enough. We’ll have to really think of something together for that pegasus with Whinny. Get some of the other staff in on it too. You know he was with Mrs. Shy and Mrs. Cake when y’all gave him a day off? With those assets he’s got, I wonder just how much he can take.” Cherilee’s eyebrows rose at that. “Did they really? Hmm...it’s settled then. We’ll have to see just who's all involved, and really break that colt.”

Parting ways with a friendly wave, the two teachers took their leave too, heading to their respective homes, each formulating different plans and ideas for the subby pegasus stallion. They’d have to get a lot of ponies on board, but first, they’d have to see what Harshwinny said tomorrow after her solo session with the colt. Celestia only knew what the poor white stallion had waiting for him then...

Author's Note

It's been a long year, but I'm happy to have this done. I sectioned this part off due to all the watersports content. If you've made it this far and enjoyed, let me know! I was going to put a place to skip to for those not wanting to read about that particular content, but it's pretty well mentioned throughout. Either way, let me know if it was worth the wait, or if there's places for improvement! Thanks again for those who stuck it out!

-GS