“Seven!”
“Very good, Toola Roola,” Ms. Nuttybutty said as she pointed at the math problem on the board.
I smirked and wiggled in my chair, ready to put my hoof up for the next answer before anypony else had the chance to. We had already learned about addition in Ponyville and it was a breeze since the other city ponies were just covering it today.
I raise my hoof again as soon as the teacher turned around after writing another problem on the board. Easily I answered the next question, and the next; I didn’t even have to count on my hooves either time.
I reached up again, waving my hoof in the air, ready to answer three, but the tan coated teacher looked around at other students. There was no way she could miss me. I was right here and nopony else even had their hooves up!
“Sunny Trail,” Ms. Nuttybutty called out, almost jolting the colt awake. He looked like he wasn’t even paying attention, why did she pick him instead?
The colt’s eyes darted around the room for a moment. “Uhh… yes? Ms. Nutty?”
“What is the answer Sunny?” she cheerfully asked again with a delighted smirk on her face as she stared the colt down.
“Uhhh…” he stuttered as he looked at the board, pausing for longer than a pony should. They just learned addition, but this was ridiculous! I sighed a little as I put my hoof down, apparently the teach wanted him to answer.
“T-three?” the colt practically guessed.
The teacher glanced at the side of the room with the closet door on it and gave a small chuckle. “Correct,” she said as she turned around and wrote another problem on the board.
I huffed out as I slumped into my chair, adjusting my skirt after wiggling around in all that excitement.
The teacher kept having new questions on the board, but after that I wouldn’t be putting my hoof up for the next questions. She’d have to find a new pony to answer them.
As the other students barely answered, my eyes wandered around this new classroom. The shelves on the sides were almost overflowing with new and old books; some looked older than Celestia herself. The room was a bit bigger than Ms. Cheerilee’s back in Ponyville, probably because there were almost twice as many students in here.
But I could barely put the names to maybe a few ponies in here. It was weird trying to make new friends.
I sighed a little as I glance out of a window, hoping that Ponyville was there. I wonder what Coconut Cream was doing back in Ponyville now that I was gone. Was she having to make a new best friend now? Was she already forgetting about me? I hope not, cause I told her I would be back to see her.
The ring from the bell brought me back as I almost jumped from my chair; recess was on.
Like everypony else I hurried towards the door as the teacher grabbed something from behind her overfilled desk. As I left the room, I could see her take a basket of yellow, green and red bell peppers and store it in the closet room for later.
I absentmindedly followed the crowd and headed back to my locker, opening it up after the fourth try. There wasn’t really anything in there, just my yellow and blue pompoms and the bagged lunch mom left me.
My ears perked up hearing a giggle down the hallway. There they were, dressed just the same as me with their team uniform: a sleeveless, white and yellow top with matching skirt and bottoms on; the cheerleading squad.
“H-hey everypony,” I hesitantly said as I approached the group.
All the girls turned and looked my way. Staring at me, looking at the new girl.
“I… I think I’m on the cheerleading team too.” I smiled nervously. “That’s tonight, right?”
One of the girls finally spoke, a coral coloured filly with a sea blue mane. “Yup! Practice today, right after class!” the filly said as she stepped forward with a bright smile on her face. “Oh and welcome to the team then, umm… Toola?
I nodded quickly.
“Well my name’s Cheering Sea and you’re going to love cheering with us!” she continued on as she introduced the rest of the group. The closest ponies gave me a casual hoof bump as they were mentioned.
“So tell us! How long have you been cheerleading? Or is this going to be your first practice?” Cheer asked as the other ponies huddled in closer.
“W-well… I did try it at my old school for a little while, but nothing like here in the city yet,” I said as I looked myself over and tugged at my uniform. “We didn’t even have outfits close to as nice as these.” Mom picking this up early really was a blessing.
“Oh yea! They’re great! They’re a little bit tight, but still let you move around in style!” Cheer said as she danced around and two others joined in perfectly. They tapped on their hooves really fast before Cheer jumped high above everypony. The other two ponies quickly turned around, whipping their tails high into the air as Cheer landed on their backs in a triumphant pose.
Cheer slowly got off as the fillies’ tails fluttered down. I clapped my hooves as the other ponies join in with the applause.
“So like I said, we got the moves and we’re going to win the upcoming Spring Cheer Championships,” she said, talking to the group more than anything. “We got like a month to practice and also to come up with a design for the team banner. So bring your ideas and spirit today!”
My smile beamed as I ran in place, clapping against the floor with my hooves along with everypony else. I hadn’t even had a practice yet and I already felt like we were going to conquer the world.
“So Toola. See you at practice right after classes then!”
“Oh yea! I wouldn’t miss it for anything!” I said and the bell rang out again, causing a collective groan from everypony. It was back to class.
Oh wow, we were going to rock that competition or whatever that was coming up, I just knew it. Even with those moves in the hallway… I bet I haven’t even seen half of what the girls could do! Though, they did say to bring ideas for a banner of some sort.
I silently gasped in my chair as the teacher started reading out a book to the class for our reading assignment. By my cutie mark, I’d design their whole banner and make them look even better!
I smirked and pulled out a pencil and paper, thinking about what it was going to be before putting a mark down.
But my body was having a different plan as I felt it and crossed my legs. “U-uh… Ms. Nuttybutty?” I said as I raised my hoof. “C-could I please go to the washroom?”
The teacher paused and looked up from her book. She looked to the closet door and the clock right above it, contemplating.
I slowly lowered my hoof as the teacher quietly thought; the class was just as silent.
“You know break was fifteen minutes ago?” she asked and I slowly nodded my head. “Alright, you can go. But try not to do it again. You wouldn’t want to get in trouble now, would you?”
I gulped and shook my head. “N-no Ms. N-Nutty,” I stammered as I got up from my seat and quickly shuffled out the door.
After freshening up I hurried back down the hallway to the classroom. I didn’t want to take any more time that necessary just in case the teacher was watching the clock.
In the classroom I tried walking as quietly as possible to try and get to my desk unnoticed. The teacher kept reading, but when I looked back she was looking right at me.
Sheepishly I smiled and grabbed out my notebook to take notes on the story. It was pretty easy to follow along, though I’d have to get notes for the start of the book from somepony else since I wasn’t here yet for those days.
Maybe get it from Cheer or one of the other girls? I looked around the room to spot her, hoping she was at least in this class.
A few of the uniforms fit the bill, but only one pony was the right one, and she was across the room.
I sighed a little and went back to taking notes every so often, but the fiction book was slow.
…Scribble, scribble…
My eyes wandered a little, looking at the teacher’s flank. She had a single acorn for a cutiemark. I wonder if she would tell us what it meant like Cheerilee had.
…Scribble, scribble… the clock ticked by… scribble, scribble…
Practice was tonight and I remembered Cheer saying something about a banner design.
…Scribble, scribble…
I started drawing a little rectangle in the corner, sketching in a little circle in the middle trying to get something to work.
No… I erased the whole thing.
Pencil wrote on paper again as a new shape took its place. It needed to be something lively and exciting, just like what all of us together were like in the hallway.
“Hmm…” I softly whispered as I tapped the pencil on my lips and nibbled at the end.
My ears flicked around hearing something that was probably important. What did the teacher say?
I gulped a little, realizing I probably missed a few pages right now, and another colt beside me whispering to his neighbour sounded like they had done the same. He was probably trying get caught up! I leaned over a little bit to hopefully catch the last few pages.
“Really it’s not that bad,” one of them said in a hushed tone as he glanced over to the front of the class.
“Shh, you’re going to get us both in troub-“
“Sunny Trail,” Ms. Nuttybutty called out and the colt straightened up in his desk after getting cut off. The rest of the class glanced over in his direction. “I hope you can tell me what the last page I just read was about.”
The colt froze as his cheeks turned red. “U-uhh…. it’s about… t-the… when the thirteen Shetland ponies and the unicorn met with the… miniature horse?” the colt said with an unsure smile and looked around, like he was hoping that the answers magically appeared somewhere.
The teacher smiled and stood up from her chair, placing a bookmark between the pages before she set her book down. “No,” she said as the colt gave an audible gulp.
“If you were paying attention you would have just told me about the dragon that they were searching for,” Ms. Nuttybutty said as she walked across the room to the closet door and beckoned the reluctant colt to follow along. “Really, by now you should know better and to actually pay attention.”
He slowly made his way over and the teacher gave two hard knocks on the door. “If you keep getting into trouble like this I might just have to keep you here forever,” she said with an odd smile as she opened the door and let the colt slip inside.
Her face was nothing like Cheerilee’s when she scolded someone. Cheerilee usually looked annoyed or frustrated… this teacher was still smirking.
Like nothing even happened, Ms. Nuttybutty closed the door and went back to reading as I quickly scribbled down something about a dragon.
I was paying a lot more attention in class as the teacher read through the book; it sounded like it would get exciting, but right now it was hard to stop my mind from wandering.
Thankfully, after listening to another chapter, the teacher finally stuffed the book back in her desk and we moved onto another subject.
The clock slowly ticked by in this lesson as well, the teacher droning on with our language studies on Old Equish.
“Are we at the movies?” The teacher asked the class in our first language.
Everyone in class responded as one, “Neigh.”
“Is it Tuesday?”
“Neigh.”
“Can you pass the soup?”
“Neigh.”
Really, I didn’t know why we were learning about this since we weren’t actually going to use it in real life. City school seemed so much different. Though I guess this was part of our history.
“Neigh,” we all called out again as I scratched in another design. I was either going to use the school’s dolphin mascot or maybe something to show us as a team. I started to sketch the curves of a filly’s flank on my paper. Hmm… I might be on to something.
A few more lines for her tail.
A wavy background behind her.
The panties in her uniform.
I nibbled on the pencil, admiring the start of a great idea but my ears perked up hearing the closet door open again. The colt from before! How long had he been in there? It had almost been an hour and the poor guy almost missed the lunch bell!
The class all watched as he made his way out. He seemed exhausted and looked like he was trying to slow his breathing. I could see the strange smile on his face, but it seemed mixed in with something else. Like he was unsure?
Ms. Nuttybutty smirked. “I hope we won’t have any more interruptions in class Sunny. Now, I expect you to get the rest of the notes for the time that you missed and have them to me tomorrow morning.”
He nodded as the teacher smiled and pointed him toward his desk.
His fur looked damp and sweaty. Had he just ran laps in there or something? It was weird because there was no way he’d have been able to in a tiny side closet. He certainly didn’t look like a runner, especially since his little weenie was hanging out a bit as he walked back to his chair.
The colt awkwardly sat down and took out his notebook just as the teacher started to ask questions again.
“Neigh,” we said again right before the lunch bell rang.
Tonight was going to be great! I was going to come to practice, ready to learn, and with this awesome drawing in hoof.
I had finished the first filly, but the second one I just couldn’t get the angle of her flank right. It just wasn’t popping out with the same feeling that the girls were showing off at recess. I still had to draw a third filly on top of the others, but the end of the day was coming up soon and we could only be on our after lunch math session for so long.
I bit my pencil a little bit in frustration as I erased away a line.
Bigger flank? Smaller flank?
More panties? Less panties?
Would a floofier tail work?
“Toola Roola,” I heard an authoritative voice call out. I felt my stomach sink a little as I looked up and saw Ms. Nuttybutty staring right at me.
The pencil fell right from my mouth as I gulped. “Y-yes, M-Ms. Nuttybutty?”
The teacher tapped math problem on the board with a piece of chalk. “What’s the answer?” she asked in an amused tone that was near unsettling.
I calmed down, realizing it was just math that I had to answer. Three and seven. I smiled, ready to give the answer, but the equation looked weird. The plus sign was only a dash this time and looked suspiciously like a…
I gasped a little. Oh no! Subtraction! Cheerilee hadn’t even gotten to that unit yet, but I remember seeing what it looked like. That must be what the teacher was just teaching, and now everyone was just staring at me!
The teacher tapped on the board again with the chalk. “Toooola,” the teacher rang out. “What’s the answer?”
“U-uhh…” I stammered, trying to count it out on my hooves. Carry the one… or not?
“T-two?”
The teacher’s smirk grew. “No.”
The class murmured a little as she put her chalk down. “Toola, I know you haven’t been at this school for very long, but you still need to pay attention. That being said, since you don’t know how it works around here yet I’ll give you two options: you can spend some time in the back room, or...” she said with a strange enjoyment, “you can stay after class for detention.”
I gulped hearing those choices. Practice was tonight and I was so close to bringing something awesome to them. Plus what would mom think if she knew I got detention on my first week!
I looked over to the other students for an answer, looking at Cheer who gave a small shrug as I sub-continently asked her.
“Uhh… the back room?” I said hesitantly as I slid out from my chair, hoping that she’d let me and I wouldn’t have to miss practice today.
The teacher walked to the closet door before giving out two heavy thuds on it. She looked at me for a moment longer, like she was contemplating and then knocked on the door a third time. “Remember Toola, if you’re being distracting or not paying attention you’ll get in trouble. Just think about that while you’re in there.”
I could feel everypony staring at me; they’d all think I’m just another filly who just gets in trouble. I hung my head as the teacher opened the door for me and let me walk in.
The door closed and right away I could hear the teacher go back to her lesson, like nothing even happened. I sighed as I looked around the dimly lit up space, but to my surprise it was a lot bigger than I thought. I could barely see past these boxes and chairs, but this room looked almost as big as another classroom.
Though inside it, the air smelt a little strange, like the window hasn’t been opened in a while, but mixed in with stale haychips and a slight hint of butt. I wrinkled my nose a little as I walked around, slowly trying to maneuver around all the packed away items, old equipment, books, paper, even a small tricycle was buried away for some reason.
“Hello?” somepony called out from the other side of the room.
I stopped in my tracks as I looked around, but couldn’t see anything amidst the clutter. Was I going crazy already? Was there another colt in here? Didn’t sound like a colt though, he sounded a bit older.
“H-hello?” I called back as I wandered over to the other side and started to see a figure approaching.
It certainly wasn’t a colt, but fully grown stallion inside this room for some reason. I could see his red coat and forest green coloured mane as he expertly moved closer to me. “Well I haven’t seen you in here before. You must be the new girl I heard about!” He stopped in front of me and gave me a sly grin. “Were you being bad?”
Sheepishly I nodded. “W-well I guess, y-yea.” Being in trouble was such an awkward feeling. “But, you heard of me? Who told you?”
“Hehe, well I hear lots of things from lots of ponies! Name’s Sweet Pepper, but you can call me Pepper!” he said as he held out his hoof and I hesitantly shook it.
“I’m Toola… Toola Roola.”
“Nice to meet ya Toola, I think we’ll be best of friends!” He was still holding onto my hoof and started pulling me along through the disordered terrain; though he navigated through here quite well. “So what brings you in here? Talkin’? Passin’ notes?” He cocked an eyebrow as he looked at me. “Chewin’ gum in class?”
I shook my head. “N-no… Ms. Nuttybutty just asked me a question and I couldn’t answer it, cause well… I was doodling and wasn’t paying attention.”
“Ahhhh. That’ll do it,” he said as he moved a makeshift curtain between two large piles and let me go in first. “Welcome to my humble little abode here in Camp Closet,” he said happily and patted my on the back. “Here, have a seat wherever you’d like!”
There were a few chairs merged into the sides of his circular space, but I opted to just sit on the ground since the entire floor was mattresses.
He walked over and pulled open a little mini fridge, quickly grabbing a sip of something before putting it away. The place seemed cozy, yet strangely lived in and it smelt a lot like… well… concentrated pony was that best way I could describe it.
There were some curtains blocking out the faint bit of light coming from the tiny window on the wall. It was almost surreal how a pony had built a little base here in the closet without any of us even noticing.
“S-so… Mr. Pepper. How long have you been here?” I asked curiously as I rubbed the side of my hoof.
“Well I been in here for a good little while, but please, Pepper is fine. I don’t need you callin’ me Mister this and Mister that.”
“Ok Pepper,” I corrected and surveyed the place some more, noticing a small stack of a dozen or so empty baskets right beside his tiny fridge. “But like, why are you in here?”
“Well that’s quite a story.” The stallion smirked as he plopped down right next to me, making me bounce a little on the springy mattress. “Teach did always sent students back here when they got in trouble, but I’ve been sent here so many times that I just kinda stayed.”
“Heh, I remember one time teach was expecting a nice, juicy apple on her desk.” The stallion could barely hold back the laughter as he continued, “the look on her face when she bit into that carefully grown pepper was priceless!” He let out a hearty chuckle.
“R-really?!” I said with a giggle. I could never imagine actually pulling something like that off. Just thinking about Ms. Nutty taking a bite of that… wow. “Did you get caught? Did she know it was you?”
“You’re darn right she did! I was the one who gave it to her after all!” He slapped his knee in the laughter and put a hoof on my shoulder. “But what about you? Doodlin’ away like a crazy pony in teach’s class? Must have been pretty important. What were you drawing?”
I blushed a little at silly little mistake that led me here. “I was trying to finish up a banner design for the cheerleading squad before practice tonight. I almost had it done too!”
“Oh so you’re on the cheerleading team?”
I fidgeted with my uniform embarrassingly, almost feeling like an imposter as soon as he asked that. I really wasn’t on it yet since I haven’t even gone to my first practice. “Well…”
“Well, give me a little cheer!” he said with a clap of his hooves, and pushed me up off the ground. “Show me what you can do!”
I stood there in the middle of his impromptu stage as he cheered me on. I smiled a little bit hearing the encouragement. I’ve done this before, just not for an audience of one. I danced around, waving imaginary pompoms in the air as he clapped along.
But this wasn’t Ponyville anymore; these ponies had a real cheerleading squad with real moves. I started tapping my hooves on the ground really fast, timing the jump to the beat as I turned around. My tail flailed up into the air as I stuck my rump out at him on the final clap.
I was already panting out a little as he applauded. “My, my Toola. You have some moves and will fit right in with everyone else,” he said and I smiled a bit. “But it looks like you could do a little work on the ending there.”
“Well… it is my first time trying it out,” I said hesitantly, hoping that he didn’t tell all the other ponies that I was still such a newbie.
“Oh you did fine! Just you have a few of the finer details to work on to get it juuuuust right. Here, stick your rump out again,” he said and I obliged, sticking my rear out once more and swinging my tail in a wild arc.
“You have to work on your hooves first. They’re too close,” he said as he spread my back hooves a little wider. “You need to end with a strong foundation. Feel that?” he asked as he pressed his hoof down on my back. “You could hold a pony or two or three like that!”
His hooves worked up and down my legs as I followed along as best as I could, trying to pay attention to his instructions like Ms. Nuttybutty said. It was hard work, just getting in all these little details on one move that I thought was simple enough. He must have been a coach or something sometime in his life.
But he shook his head; I just wasn’t getting it right. “I know you have to practice in your full uniform, but sometimes if you just can’t get it right it’s easier to try when you’re not so restricted. Here.” He grabbed onto my uniform and slowly started sliding the white panties down my legs.
I could feel it, I was already hot and sweaty in this room like that colt had been. Even removing that thin piece of clothing off of my rear brought a cool little chill.
Was it weird that this city coach was giving me private training with half my uniform on? Especially since he could see everything back there? I was going to ask, but Pepper already has his hooves moving my legs into position.
He squeezed my flanks together. “And just keep them tight together like this... belly up.” He put a hoof between my legs and pressed my lower belly up, making me hold it there.
“Y-you’re right. It does feel a bit easier without the bottoms,” I huffed out from the spontaneous workout.
“Told you it was! Now… if you’re going to do a tail flare, just make sure you keep your dock upright,” he said as he pushed against it with his hoof, before slipping off my tail and lowering my front while keeping my rump still up in the air.
I could feel him judging every little position as he stood back and watched me for a bit. I kept holding on to everything, but the strain showed just how much more I needed to learn.
He held my tail up and finally spoke up after those few moments of analyzing, “Now push back for the grand finale.”
Everything stayed tight as I stuck my rear out at him once more.
I opened my eyes wide feeling something wink out hotly between my flanks, like something poked out from inside my filly parts. A slow wave of warm electricity washed across my body, tingling every nerve end.
“Perfect.”
I panted out a little, blinking and trying to process just what happened. “T-that f-felt-“
“That’s how you know you’re doing it right!” he cut me off and squeezed my flanks together once more, putting them in place. “Now try it again.”
I rocked back at his command, biting my lip as the tingles washed over me once more.
“Again.”
I squeezed my eyes tight, craning my head back a little. The feeling just stayed, and my entire lower half felt hot.
“Again!”
“O-ooooh~!” I cried out as I winked powerfully, making my legs buckle. My chest hit the floor and my entire back half almost came down with it, but Pepper held me up by my tail.
“Whoa there Toola! Haha, you did great! Just keep practicing that a little bit more and you’ll be a star in no time.” He patted my lower belly again and I automatically held it there.
“W-what was… wow…“ I mumbled as I looked back, seeing the stallion grinning from ear to ear.
I must have done it right, but my rear was still tingling like mad. It felt like there as a strange itch there that was just asking to be scratched, but I don’t know if Pepper would like it very much if I just started scratching myself in front of him.
“T-thanks for your help P-Pepper… but think I should get going.” I looked at him with a crimson coloured face. “I’m… I’m feeling weird.”
Pepper seemed to smile even more as he put his cheek onto my paintbrush cutie mark and looked right at me. “Oh don’t worry Toola! I know exactly what you’re feeling!”
My entire fur shivered when he touched me, I practically gasped out, “Y-you do?”
“You betchya! And I know just how to fix it!” he said as he pulled back just an inch or two and squeezed my flanks together. “Now! Again!”
Automatically, I pushed my rump back, feeling that intense winking sensation, but his face was too close as I squished my rear right into his face.
“A-ahh~!” I squeaked out as he kissed right onto that winking spot, almost like he was aiming for it. My hooves practically curled as a shock shot right up my spine. The heat under my tail was an inferno. If this was help, he wasn’t putting the flames out in the slightest. And oh did I want my world to burn down right now.
He sat down and pulled me back to into him, holding me up as he buried his muzzle into me. I could feel another lance of heat shoot through me as his wiggling tongue pressed right in the middle, feeling like he was spreading me open back there.
Where? I didn’t care. He had me by the tail as another hoof poked into my chest and another hoof held onto my back.
I used my forelegs to push back, almost instinctively trying to get more, but my legs were shaking. He made my belly shudder and squeeze tight as I felt something growing deep inside, ready to explode.
With one last, loud cry, I clamped my hindlegs tightly around whatever I could as I felt a torrent come out from me and wetly splatter across his face.
He didn’t stop kissing and licking till I laid limply on him, panting my heart out as I stared at the mattress.
“Better?” he said proudly as he pet my rump.
I huffed out exhaustedly and gave a slow nod. “Y-yea… t-that… oh… g-good…” I relaxed as best as I could right up until his hoof started rubbing me back there.
I gave out a loan moan and stretched all of my hooves out.
“Looks like you’re still feeling a bit ‘weird’ back there,” he said as he moved out from underneath me, standing behind me once more.
“Y-yea…” I said with a small nod as he moved his hoof and something else took its place. I looked back curiously, and Pepper was standing right over me, one forehoof grabbing onto mine and I could see exactly what was pressing up against my backside.
Unlike the colt from before, Pepper’s stallion parts weren’t floppy at all. Actually, it looked and felt solid as a rock. “Heh, looks like I’m feeling a bit weird too, but I think we might be able to help each other out.”
Pepper grabbed onto my tail with his teeth, holding my rump firmly against his chest. By the way his lower half throbbed, it felt like he needed just as much aid as I did.
“Mmpphhh~!” I squeaked out, feeling that wink happen on its own this time. I didn’t even try doing anything with it!
Pepper chuckled as he pressed forward, slowly pushing himself inside me. I gasped, feeling myself opening up in ways I’ve never done before, but it felt so good feeling that powerful throbbing getting deeper inside my belly.
I huffed out, spreading my legs and locking them to support the weight of a fully grown stallion on my back. He was heavy, but it felt like I could hold him up with a good foundation.
His hot lance speared its way in deeper and deeper until it bumped up against something inside me. I breathed hotly into the mattress below, feeling my inner walls trying to squeeze at the intruder. Celestia it felt so big.
I moaned out hard as he wiggled back and forth slightly. “O-oh P-Pepper, y-you feel so… so tight.”
He chuckled out even more as he hilted inside me again. “Mmm… I bet I do.”
Slowly the stallion retreated from inside me and a slow relief came as my tunnel relaxed ever so slightly. But I had little time to prepare as he pushed inside me once more and something wet slapped against my rump.
He pulled out again, only to come back in, over and over. I closed my eyes tight in this wild ride, trying to keep my back legs held up when I could remember. I could feel the fires growing inside me again, building up. The insatiable itch was still there, but Pepper was reaching in deep and scratching it in all the right places.
I barely knew this stallion, but he was taking me on an adventure that I had never even dreamed of.
“O-ooh… oh~” I cried out again as I almost blew up once again. It felt like my belly was a pressure cooker getting set to the max as Pepper kept adding more and more with each thrust.
One of his hooves wrapped around my barrel, hugging me in tight as his movements became erratic.
I was close, but as soon as he tugged on my tail my shrill voice pierced the heavens. “AHAHhhahhhH~” I squealed, feeling myself clamp down like a vice on his girth.
My heights peaked as I slammed my head into the mattress below, biting into it as I felt hot squirt come out again, spraying all over him and running down my legs.
I hoped that I didn’t hurt him when he let out that heavy grunt and slammed back into me. But I couldn’t stop squeezing the life out of him; feeling like my tunnel was firmly massaging him, like it was trying to milk him.
The flames inside me felt like they were doused as a hot warmth started filling up my belly. I let out a slow moan of relief, feeling that pool of heat grow inside me. It was almost like a warm cup of cocoa on a winter’s day.
“Mmmm… good girl,” Pepper said softly into my ear. He just stood there panting almost as hard as I was.
I glanced back for a second, but couldn’t see much besides his red body covering my tiny rump, but I could feel that rock hard stallion slowly getting softer, retreating out from me as my tunnel finally got to relax. “P-pepper what was tha-“
“Shhhh Toola, you don’t need to ask questions now,” Pepper quickly said as he pulled out all the way and laid down beside me.
My rump was still high in the air, but slowly everything seemed to wake up as my knees unlocked with a jolt and my rear slowly came down to the ground. My breathing was gradually starting to slow down and I started to notice everything.
I could feel that warmth still pooled in my belly slowly leaking out and dripping down my thighs. My tail finally was covering me up again back there. Everything felt sore as I lay there, but I still felt oddly satisfied and content.
Pepper looked sleepy and tired as he slowly pet my mane, getting closer to my face as he softly whispered. “Kiss me.”
My heart raced a little more as I puckered up my lips a little, waiting for his to meet mine.
We laid there as he pulled me in tight against him for the longest time. There was a strong taste in his mouth, something sweet and vaguely familiar mixed in with his saliva. Whatever it was tasted kind of nice.
After a little while longer Pepper slowly pulled back and gave a few taps on my rump. “Well Toola, you better be gettin’ back to class now, you hear? Don’t want to be getting’ in trouble for bein’ in trouble for too long.”
I stood up on shaky hooves and blushed a little, remembering just why I was here. “T-thanks…” I said, trying to work my voice again after all of that. “A-ahem… t-thanks for teaching me t-the… the… the moves.” I tried staggering away, learning to walk on new hooves.
“Anytime! If you need another quick lesson, you know right where I am,” Pepper said as he grabbed something off the floor. “But I hope you don’t mind me takin’ these off your hooves,” he said with an odd grin as he held up my white panties. “Just so we both remember why you came here.”
He firmly tapped my rump, pushing me out. “Now try not to get into any more trouble either,” he said with a wink as he tossed my undergarments into a large pile of clothes on the side.
I gulped a little, realizing I wasn’t getting those back when the curtain closed behind me. Oh Celestia, I felt surprisingly naked without that little piece of fabric covering my tired fillyhood. All the cheerleaders would find out, and my mom would too when I’ll have to tell her to get me a new pair!
I clumsily walked through the clutter, heading in the general direction of the door as my head swarmed with thoughts and feelings. It all felt so overwhelming, but I started to get a grip as the wooden frame stood in front of me.
I groaned a little, shifting my bare flank around for a moment. I really didn’t want to get in trouble again for being all absentminded. Slowly I huffed out, relaxing myself and steadying my hoof as I reached for the door.
The air felt fresh and new as I cracked it open. There was Ms. Nuttybutty and the rest of the class just staring at me as I sheepishly walked out. Did they all know?
My mane was a mess, my coat was soaked in sweat, and I’m pretty sure there was sticky stuff on my hindlegs. There was no way there didn’t know!
Ms. Nuttybutty had a knowing smile. “I hope you can be a little less distracted in class Toola. I put your homework on your desk since you decided not to pay attention. But one more thing. Go see the nurses right after class… just tell them that I sent you.”
“Y-yes Ms. Nuttybutty,” I said as I nodded along and waddled over to my chair, awkwardly sitting down once I got there. Oh could I feel the coolness of the chair against my backside.
I had a few moments to check the items on my desk: subtraction problems, a 500 word essay on today’s experiences, and my notes underneath; the banner that I was working on.
I could see the filly’s flank staring back at me all awkwardly drawn and erased several times. But I could see it, just widen her stance a little… press those flanks in… belly up.
I smiled. “Perfect.”
Author's Note
This was a fun little story that I did for a July foalcon contest. It's the entire reason that this story got made. Also, needed to give some love to Toola Roola since there's only like one other foalcon fic with her. Nevertheless, hopefully you enjoyed reading it as much as I did writing it!
If you have anything to say please let me know in the comments, or if there are any error please PM me to get them fixed right away!
Also, thanks to Deus Foalt and Exuno for proofreading!
