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