A slight moan exited Rarity's mouth as the room filled with the smell of sex. Rarity sat on the coach in her living room as a purple pony, whom went by the name Berry Punch, greedily lapped at her sensitive slit. It was unlike Rarity to openly have sex in her living room... with a mare... that she had only met an hour ago. No, it was unlike a decent pony to be doing something like this. In all her years, Rarity would never even begin to think of doing something so... barbaric. Yet, here she was with a clearly intoxicated pony lapping at her like a thirsty mutt, and she loved every single minute of it. The sounds, the smells, the feeling of it all was pushing her more and more to an area of pleasure and joy she never knew existed. Another moan, sharper and loader than the last, escaped her mouth already open from her heavy panting. She could feel herself coming closer to a feeling she had given herself many times and that she had received from other stallions, but never by another mare. It was different with a mare, however. When it was brought by a stallion, it felt half-assed. It always felt like he wanted to experience more pleasure than her, so it was never a perfect experience. This, however, was something so new. The pony under her seemed to want to give as much pleasure as possible to the one above her, causing Rarity to reach an all new pleasure high. Now, Rarity was screaming. She had never felt so much pleasure in her life, and she loved it. Her whole body seemed to begin melting into the couch she sat on. Her head suddenly drained all of the worry, pain, anger, and any other feelings and filled itself back up with pure joy. Rarity was close and she could feel it. Involuntarily, she began bucking her hips forward into the pony below her. Then, it happened.
She could feel her own fluids burst out of her sacred region and onto the pony below her. What started out as moans became pure screams of ecstasy as she rode the high of her orgasm. The pony below her sucked onto Rarity's entire sex, drawing out her orgasm even further and filling her own mouth with Rarity's sweet tasting juices. Taking her hooves, Rarity pushed her further into her now drenched sex, encouraging her to continue. After only five more minutes, she began to orgasm again with just as much intensity as the last. Caused just by the taste of the second orgasm she gave Rarity, Berry Punch orgasmed as well, screaming into the sexual orifice in front of her. Rarity shot her eyes open at the pressure in her lower regions caused by Berries scream. The pressure added by Berry only increased her pleasure, causing her to orgasm a third time in only eight minutes. The overload of a third orgasm paired with the pleasure spread throughout her body caused Rarity to faint, letting out a slight moan as she did so. Noticing the sudden relaxation of the pony above her, Berry stopped her work and looked up at Rarity, only to see her eyes closed and breathing at a normal rate. Disappointed that she wouldn't get the same treatment she gave Rarity, but satisfied she was able to make somepony happy, she got up and cuddled against the snow white pony.
Rarity jolted awake. She was covered in sweat and her mane was matted and messy. Neither her appearance nor her smell mattered, however. All she wanted to do was find out whether last night was the best dream, or the best night she ever had. After looking around from where she sat, she frantically jumped out of the comfort of her couch to see if the pony from last night had gone upstairs to a more comfortable area to sleep. Slamming her bed room door open, she found nothing except for the normal items she kept there. Soon, she found it was the same with every room: no Berry Punch. After searching through every inch of her home, she arrived back down stairs and plopped herself down onto the still damp couch. Rarity couldn't tell how she felt. Half of her was sad that the pony she had shared such a... intense experience with would just leave her, but, the other half hoped that this would happen. The last thing Rarity needed was a complex relationship with a pony... especially a mare. With a sigh, Rarity began to speak out loud.
"Okay, whatever last night meant, is over now. It was just a fun experiment with a pony that had no idea what she was doing. Just forget about last night, and everything will be OK." Rarity felt ashamed and foalish for speaking aloud to herself like this, but it usually helped her when she was in a thought rut. "Or..." A sudden idea came to Rarity. "Okay, here is the plan. Yeah, last night didn't mean really anything, but it doesn't mean she wouldn't want to again! She mentioned that she was related to the school teacher! That's Sweetie Belle's teacher! I could go and ask her where Berry Punch lives, and then i could talk to Berry about maybe meeting again! It sounds great, right?" Rarity suddenly realized that she had gotten so excited, she began to talk as if there really was somepony else. Giggling lightly, her cheeks sported a shade of red as she went to freshen up for the long day ahead.
Rarity arrived at the school house just as all of the foals were let out. Perfect timing. Rarity thought to herself. As she approached the door currently propped open, a young, squeaky voice called out her name.
"Rarity?! What are you doing here?" Rarity turned around at the familiar voice to see Sweetie Belle, Apple Bloom, and Scootaloo all staring up at her.
"Oh! Hello, dears. I'm just here to talk to Cheerilee about one of our friends. How are you all?" Rarity smiled brightly at the three young fillies below her, trying her best not to show that she was quite nervous.
"Awesome!" The orange pegasus squeaked. "We got to have extended recess today because Ms. Cheerilee's sister had to talk to her!" The two fillies beside her both nodded their heads in agreement. They must be sisters. Rarity thought. But, why would Berry need to go and talk to Cheerilee during school hours? Rarity hadn't noticed until she looked back down to ask the fillies a question that all three had already left. Confused on how all three could have left so quickly, she turned back around and entered the already open school house. As she entered, she looked around at the walls, all lined with art done by the foals. Most seemed to be on-par with their age group: jagged lines, miss-colored, poorly proportioned, and many other common mistakes of the age group. A few, however, stood out to Rarity. Spread throughout the mediocre paintings, were beautiful works of art. Some represented love and passion for family, and others represented joy and happiness with friends. Rarity stood admiring one in particular, which showed her and Apple Jack all standing behind their sisters and Rainbow Dash standing behind Scootaloo. At the top of the piece of art was a title that read "I Have a Family, Too"
"Beautiful, isn't it?" Rarity jumped at the sound of a voice behind her. Turning around, she realized the voice belonged to Cheerilee. Letting out a deep sigh and a slight giggle, Rarity began to speak.
"Yes. It really is. Who made it?" Rarity asked, although she had a feeling who it may be.
"Scootaloo. She made it after hearing about the experience Apple Bloom and Sweetie Belle had at the sister hooves social." Cheerilee sniffled a bit before continuing. "That filly is quite a deep one for her age. All she has ever wanted was a family that loved her instead of the make-shift one she has now. It's sad, really, but, at the same time, it's so sweet. A filly that age with so much feeling and emotion. She's special, that one." Cheerilee wiped her eye, stopping a tear she from forming.
"Oh... that is something quite marvelous indeed." Rarity was speechless. She had come here to talk to Cheerilee about her sister so she could "get more flank" and after hearing about Scootaloo and her situation, she felt selfish. It was almost as if Cheerilee knew what was going through her mind because, as soon as Rarity had the thought, Cheerilee brightened up and completely changed the subject.
"So, what brings you here Ms. Rarity? My sister, I suppose?" Cheerilee winked at Rarity who immediately went red at the realization that Cheerilee knew.
"Uhm... well, yes, but now tha-"
"Shh. Don't over think things. You came here for a reason, and quite a good one at that. Don’t let something so simple get in the way of that." Cheerilee put a hoof to Rarity’s mouth as she spoke again. "Now, Berry Punch told me everything. Every little detail. I know how long you two did it, who did what, and why they did what they did. In-fact, she even showed me, and my is she the performer." Cheerilee winked at Rarity again as she released the pressure from her hoof and let it fall back to the ground.
"You and your sister?! You two... it?!" Rarity stood with her mouth wide open. The seemingly normal teacher went from insightful and loving, to sexual and dirty in the matter of minutes.
"Yes. It was quite nice, actually. The foals even got an extended recess." Cheerilee walked back over to her desk and hopped on top of it. "She gave it to me, right where I'm sitting. Now, I know you came here for my sister, but how would you like an appetizer before the main course?" Rarity had never been confronted like this before. She was always asked to "do the naughty" by stallions and mares alike, but never in this fashion. "C'mon dear, I'm waiting." Cheerilee brushed a hoof over her exposed sex, exhaling lightly as she did so.
"Uhm... wouldn't you like me to close the door first? And, are you sure your sister wouldn't mind?" Rarity could think of no other way to get out of the situation she was in, other than to bring up simple things that would only prolong the inevitable.
"Rarity, no one is anywhere near the school house at this time. It's Friday, and that means no school for two days. Ponies are out there enjoying themselves and I am sure we won't be bothered. Now, why don’t you come over here and we can enjoy ourselves as well?" Again, Cheerilee winked at Rarity. She had done it so many times, in-fact, that Rarity began to believe there may be something wrong. She, however, didn't dwell on it further, as she had more important things to handle.
"Uhm... well, OK." Rarity blushed lightly as she made her way from the back of the classroom to the front. All the while, smiling lightly at Cheerilee. This may not be what she had in mind for today, but she sure as hell wasn't complaining. As she arrived at her final destination, she looked up at Cheerilee with the best puppy dog eyes she could pull off, making Cheerilee chuckle.
"Now, my sister tells me she got you off more than once, but you didn't return the favor. Is this true?" Cheerilee spoke at Rarity as if she was scolding her. Rarity, not catching on to the obvious game Cheerilee was playing, immediately went on the defensive.
"No! I Mean, yes, but, it wasn't my fault! I really wanted to, but it was my first time with a mar-"
"Rarity! I was playing with you... I was... do I really have to explain it to you or can you catch on?" Cheerilee giggled as she spoke, feeling quite silly she had to correct the mare.
"Well, no. I think I know what you are trying to do." Rarity blushed nervously, hoping she was wrong. As if Cheerilee had read her mind yet again, she completely turned the act off. '
"OK, let’s do this normally. If you would like, Rarity, I caWOOOOOoohhhh!" Rarity immediately dived into the light purple mare’s crotch, eliciting a loud moan from her. "Oh my! Or you could do that!" Rarity chuckled and lifted her head out of the mares now wet slit.
"I'm sorry! I just couldn't wait, I was getting very wet and... oh my, what am Isaying! I'm sorry, way to much informati-" Cheerilee grabbed the back of Rarity's head and shoved it back into her own crotch.
"Now it's my turn to shut you up." Cheerilee said, giggling like a small foal. Rarity immediately went to work at the orifice in front of her. Cheerilee had a unique taste that she couldn't find anything to compare it to. It was sweet like candy, but there was another taste that she couldn't put a hoof on. All she knew is that she wanted, no, needed to taste more. She dug her tongue in farther, eliciting stronger moans from the mare above her. Rarity could feel the warmth of Cheerilee's walls on her tongue as she dug around. She soon got bored, however, and decided to try something new. Timing her tongue with the thrusts of Cheerilee's hips, she began to thrust her tongue in and out, in and out, in and out, drawing loud shrieks of pleasure from the now extremely aroused school teacher. Cheerilee was now lost in a state of utter pleasure. She began screaming obscenities and encouraging the white-coated pony as she crawled closer and closer to her climax. Rarity, suddenly realizing the heat around her own sex, raised a hoof and brought it to the area in which the pressure was greatest. At the sudden touch of something on her most sensitive of areas, she let out a soft moan into the pony before her. Cheerilee immediately snapped back into reality to see the pony below her servicing herself.
"Oh noAHH! That... wont doOOOhhhh." Cheerilee suddenly pushed Rarity back with enough force to topple her on her back. "There is no way I am going to go without tasting you. Ever heard of the sixty nine?" Rarity chuckled at the naughty mare and simply nodded her head. Without any warning, Cheerilee jumped from her desk and shoved her sopping wet slit into Rarity's face. Rarity instantly went back to work as if nothing had ever happened. After letting out another moan, Cheerilee brought her head down onto the sexual orifice below her and went to work herself. Both of them timed their tongues with one another as they room began to fill with the smell of sex. Since they both were timed perfectly in-sync, they both moaned into each other at the same moments. Rarity began to feel the similar lightheadedness she had felt the night before as she continues to work at the pony above her. Rarity knew she was close, but she wanted to come with Cheerilee.
"Cheerilee! I'm going to comeAHH!" At the moment she finished her sentence, Rarity felt the classic signs of an orgasm. As if reading her mind for the third time that day, Cheerilee screamed into Rarity's sex as they both came, together.
