Rarity didn’t normally volunteer to run detention, but today she made an exception. As soon as she heard the reason these particular students would be there, she knew she would. It gave her an opportunity to do something she’d wanted to do since she became a teacher.
Rainbow caught Gallus and Sandbar behind the school looking at a Horngasm magazine. That’d be fine, but they were doing so during class time, so it was straight to detention for them. Running detention for two horny young males could be the perfect setting for making her ‘hot for teacher’ fantasy real.
The part that sealed it was that it was a particular issue. Rarity herself had posed in it before being well-off enough that she didn’t need to do such things. Rainbow had made certain to tease her about the fact after confiscating the magazine and taking it home.
The magazine featured a large centerfold fold-out of Rarity, not much older than they were now. In the photo, one stallion banged her while he himself was mounted by another stallion. That had been a memorable photoshoot.
No doubt the boys hoped Rarity didn’t find out, not that Rarity cared. Males drooling over a centerfold of her was a compliment. That said, she still couldn’t wait to see their expressions when they realized she was in charge of their ‘punishment’. At least they’d be happy when they discovered what the punishment was.
She wasn’t disappointed when they entered. They both froze wide-eyed at the door of the classroom, seeing Rarity sitting at the teacher’s desk. As casual as they tried to act, their blushes shined through fur and feathers like glowing horns.
“Hello boys,” Rarity used her most seductive voice, the one she normally reserved for interrogations. She cut right to the chase. “Surprised to see me? I don’t normally run detention, but when I saw what Rainbow caught you doing, I volunteered.”
“V-volunteered?” Sandbar gulped.
“Oh yeah?” Gallus pretended not to be embarrassed, badly. “I don’t know why. You think you’re gonna embarrass us or something?”
Rarity motioned for them to come closer with one hoof.
“Oh goodness no,” Rarity smirked. “I’m not here to shame you darlings. As long as you can be quiet about it, I’m here to fulfill your fantasy.”
“B-but we weren’t looking at y…” Sandbar started before Gallus grabbed his muzzle with one claw and clamped it shut.
“What fantasy is that?” Gallus tilted his head.
“Fucking me, of course,” Rarity’s smile widened. She rarely used such coarse language, but most males loved to hear it, particularly ones their age.
“Oh… that…” Gallus still blushed, but sighed too.
Now Rarity was the one taken aback. Was that… disappointment? Surely not. A boy at his age was all about anything he could get his dick into. They’d do a cola machine if it didn’t scream for help. But griffons couldn’t be that different from ponies, so he was just being shy, right?
“Come hither,” Rarity smiled, waving her hoof again, then patting her desk in front of her. “I’ve cleared off a spot. Why don’t you boys come sit on your haunches right up here where Miss Rarity can get a good look at you?”
The two walked forward, too shy to speak or to disobey. They breathed heavily as they climbed onto the desk, sitting on their haunches with their sheaths facing her. Rarity licked her lips, though paused again in surprised when she realized they were barley swollen, if at all.
She’d expected them to be spilled out already; many stallions did that around Rarity even if she wasn’t flirty. These two seemed Fluttershy-levels of shy with sex. That was rather surprising for Gallus in particular; he always seemed so confident. No matter. They’d get into it. Surely.
“So, you boys ever been with a lady?” Rarity asked, leaning forward and rubbing a hoof against each of their equipment. “Or is it virgin soil I’ll be taking inside me?”
“Um, never with a lady, no,” Gallus’s blush intensified.
“Or a guy!” Sandbar blurted out like a criminal denying a crime committed in plain view seconds earlier.
“Dude!” Gallus muttered to Sandbar. “It’s fine. Play it cool.”
Their nervous antics aside, their bits finally responded. Rarity’s hooves were soft due to her careful treatment, and soon both males were free, even if they looked afraid touch her otherwise. How cute.
Sandbar was big for his age, plump with a blunt tip and medial ridge swelling as the delicious pleasure pole throbbed to full stiffness. He might be Big Mac levels of huge once he was older.
Gallus’s emerged too, and Rarity paid close attention as she’d never seen a griffon’s up close outside of imported magazines from Griffonstone. It was more tapered, covering in tiny barbs, with a plumpness at the base that looked as if it might swell into a knot. Rarity looked forward to crossing something off her bucket list, which largely consisted of species she wanted to screw before she died.
The males hyperventilated but still hardened at a snail’s pace. So Rarity leaned forward, first kissing the tip of Gallus’ rod, slurping as lewd and loud as she could, then moved to do the same to Sandbar’s. Both boys tensed up when they felt her breath against them.
She moved back and forth, each slurp pulling the shaft deeper into her muzzle, soon swallowing against each of their tips one at a time. As they reached near full hardness, she took one last slurp of each, pushing each into her throat one at a time, not stopping until her nose pressed against their belly. Her neck swelled first with one girth then the other before she pulled away, licking her lips.
Rarity loved how a good shaft stretched her throat. She got a good feel of each one, Sandbar’s shaft well on its way to being massive, and Gallus’s unique bits. She imagined that feline-like barb could make any mare squeal.
“So, which of you boys want which hole?” Rarity smirked. “I want both these beauties at once, and I have two holes ready and waiting. I even pre-lubed my tail hole for easy entry before you got here.”
“Pussy!” blurted Sandbar, once again as if denying a crime. “I totally don’t want your tail hole! No way.”
“Pussy, totally,” Gallus looked at Rarity with a sheepish grin, calling it at the same time as Sandbar. “No butt for me. I’m a guy’s guy. Butts are for exiting only.”
“I-I said it first!” Sandbar claimed, desperate.
“Fuck you, I said it first!” Gallus growled.
“Boys!” Rarity blinked, waving her hooves to calm them. “Now, now, there’s nothing unmanly about opting for a lady’s behind, and you can always switch afterwards. I’m sure males your age can go more than once, hm?” She smiled.
No answer. The two boys looked back and forth between her and one other. And their fun bits were deflating. Rarity wondered if they were playing hard to get.
“Well,” Rarity chuckled. “We could always have a contest. You two could give each other a licking and whoever gets the other off first wins first dibs on teacher’s puss-puss.”
Rarity said it as a joke, just amusing herself since they were being silly about it. She intended to suggest a coin flip once she’d got a reaction, but instead…
“I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-“ Sandbas seemed unsure of what he should stammer.
“Well um,” Gallus gulped, trying to stay cool. “Uh, I totally don’t like guys, but I guess so.”
“W-what?” Sandbar looked at Gallus with wide-eyes. “But we can’t in front of…”
“Now Sandbar,” Gallus cut Sandbar’s words off again by grabbing his muzzle. “If it’s part of our detention, then we have to do it. Even though um, we are both obviously total femme magnets!”
“Um, right,” Sandbar said, pushing Gallus’ claw off of his muzzle. “Uh… sure… I won’t enjoy it though!”
“Oh goodness,” Rarity said, horrified that they missed the joke in such a way. “You misunderstand. I would never ask you to do something you didn’t consent to as punishment.”
The two boys weren’t listening. Instead, Gallus yanked Sandbar close, pulling him into a deep kiss. Sandbar looked nervous but returned it, and within seconds both their shafts were throbbing harder than they’d been in Rarity’s throat, pulsing against one another.
Rarity almost pulled Gallus off of Sandbar for fear he might rape the poor colt in his enthusiasm for taking his punishment, but Sandbar seemed okay with it. The stallion giggled like a school filly when Gallus pushed him back down onto the desk, giving him another brief kiss before turning around atop him. The two males grappled one another’s plots and drew their mouths toward each other’s happy places.
Oh well, if they were okay with it, it wasn’t unpleasant to watch. Rarity leaned back in her seat, slipping a hoof between her hind legs to glide against her moist but unattended slit.
Gallus pushed his tip to Sandbar’s throat and rammed his hips so violently that Rarity expected Sandbar to choke and push the griffon away. But while the stallion gagged, he didn’t push anything away, instead swallowing the thick length as it swelled his neck. He took his friend’s shaft balls deep so easily it put Rarity to shame.
Rarity feared for what might happen to Sandbar’s poor dick when the griffon’s beak edged close. Then Sandbar moaned against Gallus’s shaft as Gallus unhinged his beak and wrapped his long tongue around the horse cock. He tugged it into his beak and swallowed it down into his throat, thrusting his head as he worked it. He showed no hint of a gag reflex though maybe that was a griffon thing. She wasn’t sure if they swallowed prey whole or not.
“My, my,” Rarity gasped, moving a second hoof between her legs to rub herself with, drooling a puddle into the seat beneath her. “You darlings are choking it down for your first time. Quite the prodigies if I say so myself. I couldn’t give a shaft massage like that until I was several years older than you.”
The two didn’t even hear her, far too busy gobbling one another’s goods with unbelievable enthusiasm. The desk rocked as the two bodies undulated together, the top damp from their sweaty bodies.
Gallus rammed Sandbar’s head enough to slam him hard against the desk with each thrust, but Sandbar didn’t mind, rolling his eyes back in bliss. Gallus dragged his claws over Sandbar’s flanks as he worked the pony shaft too. He twisted his own neck one way and then the other, his saliva drooling down and over Sandbar’s balls as he swallowed against the length.
To Rarity’s surprise, Gallus made Sandbar go off first despite the intimidating griffon beak. Sandbar squealed like a drunk filly guide, forgetting his embarrassment as he blew his load into Gallus beak. Rarity herself moaned at the sight as Gallus gulped the first blast, then let the rest blow over his face, leaving his beak drooling the sticky goodness.
“Well then,” panted Rarity. She tried to hold off her own creaming. “I guess you get my pretty pony pussy first, Mister Gallus. Why don’t you cum on over and we’ll…”
“Fuck this!” Gallus groaned as he yanked free of Sandbar’s muzzle. “I’m tired of settling for blow jobs! I want that pretty pony plot!”
He wasn’t talking to Rarity. In fact, the boys seemed to forget she was there. Instead Gallus grabbed Sandbar around his flanks and flipped him over on the desk. Pressing his tip to Sandbar’s behind, he rammed forward. Despite earlier claims, Sandbar spread his legs wide to present himself, but Gallus had the typical virgin difficulty, continuously slipping out instead of penetrating.
That sounded an awful lot like they’d blown each other multiple times. Rarity now understood why they’d been so adamant before that they totally didn’t want anal. It was because they totally did but didn’t want to admit it.
The realization that she wouldn’t get action was disappointing. But at least she could be proud of getting a pair of cute gay guys to go all the way.
“Oh, buck yeah,” groaned Sandbar. “I want to feel that griffon meat up my tailhole.”
“You’ll get just that, faggot,” Gallus grinned like a feral lion about to tear apart prey. He still wasn’t having luck getting in though, chirping in frustration.
“You two are just adorable,” smirked Rarity. “But darling, if you ram that monster in his virgin behind with no lubrication, he might never let you in him again. Let me lend a hoof.”
“Ah!” Sandbar shrieked like a banshee on a cocaine binge, just remembering Rarity was there.
“Um uh… I can um…” Gallus froze.
“No need to explain,” Rarity smiled gently. “A lady doesn’t take offense when cute gay colts want one another instead of her, especially if she gets a show.”
Not that she didn’t hope they grew bisexual tendencies. Bi males were Rarity’s favorite.
Rarity opened her saddlebag, pulling the bottle of strawberry-flavored lube that she’d pre-lubed herself with before their arrival. At least it would get good use. The boys watched with wide eyes as she coaxed Gallus off of Sandbar’s back with her magic and turned Sandbar to face Gallus.
“Here you go, sweetie,” said Rarity as she floated the bottle to Sandbar. “I’m sure your boyfriend would rather you slather him up than me.”
Both blushed bright red when Rarity referred to them as boyfriends, but Sandbar nodded and leaned down as if to squirt it onto Gallus’s still-throbbing shaft. Rarity smiled more, using her magic to tug Sandbar’s head back.
“No, no, darling,” Rarity smiled. “Let me show you a way to apply it that will drive any male wild. Suffice to say, there’s a reason I only purchase edible lubricant.” She turned the bottle around and pressed the nozzle to his muzzle, giving it a squeeze. “Slosh this around in your muzzle, but try not to swallow much.”
Sandbar’s eyes widened but did as she said. Rarity moved a hoof to the back of his head, cooing as she coaxed his muzzle to Gallus’ throbbing griffonhood. He got the idea, opening wide and slurping the griffon dick into his muzzle again.
“Oh wow,” Gallus panted at the cool feel of lubricant mixed with warm breath bathing his better bits.
“That’s it, lather him up,” grinned Rarity. “Twirl your tongue, make every inch glisten with slickness before he rams it up your hot plot.”
Rarity continued to hold his head, enjoying his shivering as she masturbated with her other front hoof. Once Gallus was properly slickened, she pulled his head back and pushed him muzzle to beak with Gallus instead.
“The rest goes into this sexy young griffon’s beak,” Rarity instructed. “Then he will spit it in your lovely behind.”
“I am?” Gallus asked, but didn’t resist when Sandbar spit out a glob into his beak.
“Yes, you are,” smirked Rarity. “You want your boy toy to enjoy himself enough to want more, don’t you darling? Besides, if you boys will not put out for me, you should give me an adequate show at least.”
Gallus blushed but slurped up the lubricant from Sandbar’s muzzle. Rarity encouraged him, turning Sandbar around with her magic and coaxing Gallus’s head to the stallion’s behind. It looked awkward as Gallus tried to pry open Sandbar’s behind with his tongue, so Rarity used magic to pry Sandbar open enough for Gallus to get traction.
Sandbar squeaky-moaned as Gallus spit him full of lubricant, panting as he anticipated the mane event. Rarity moaned too, feeling the tightness of the virgin ass with her magic. She couldn’t wait to see them go at it.
“Such wonderful noises, Sandbar,” Rarity purred. “I can’t wait to hear what sounds you make as your lover impales your adorable behind.”
Sandbar squeaked in embarrassment and both males still blushing intensely. Rarity licked her lips as she watched Gallus strain to force his tongue into the tight anal ring. He pushed deeper, writhing it around inside as he spit more inside. He pulled back as he finished, looking stunned at what he’d just done
“There you go, nice and ready,” Rarity grinned as she moved back further. “Now, show your teacher some plot love, darlings.”
Both males seemed far more aware of her presence now, trying not to glance at Rarity. She relaxed, leaning back in her chair and slipping both front hooves between her thighs to get her rub on.
This time as Gallus mounted Sandbar, Rarity provided discreet help by tweaking his trajectory with her magic. She lined up Gallus’s meat stick as he pushed forward and held him steady as her pressed against Sandbar’s behind. He grunted as he pushed more firmly; Rarity could see the tight sphincter giving before finally…
Gallus growled ferally and Sandbar squealed as it popped inside his fun hole. As the pressure gave way, Gallus pushed almost all the way in one shove. Sandbar’s eyes went wide as he bit his lip, whole body tensing and breathing even more heavily. Gallus would likely have rammed full throttle from the start, but Rarity grasped his behind in her magic and held him from moving for a moment.
“Hold, darling,” Rarity cooed. “Give your newly non-virgin coltfriend time to adjust to your beautiful drake bits.”
“R-right,” Gallus grunted, but held still. It was no easy task for him to keep his hips still with his meat encompassed by the hot, vice-like grip of Sandbar’s flesh. “Y-you okay, Sand?”
“I’m good,” squeaked Sandbar. “J-just slow at first yeah?”
“That’s it,” Rarity smiled, moving Sandbar’s tail over to the other side so she’d get a better view of the penetration. “You’ll be a proper bottom in no time, but for now take it slow.”
Rarity released Gallus’s behind. The griffon’s body shivered more than Sandbar’s as he pulled back from their first thrust. Sandbar squeaked again, rolling his eyes back, and Rarity envied him for getting that griffon barb dragged against his sensitive insides. Maybe she should take a vacation to Griffonstone soon. She’d have to ask Rainbow if Gilda would hook her up.
Sandbar’s face went from ‘Ouch’ to ‘Oh Celestia yes’ faster than Rarity expected, faster than she did on her first rump-ride. She was certain he’d end up easy after his first time, like a shark going wild from the taste of blood.
In less than a minute, the uncertain pushing gave way to rabid pounding. The desk creaked under the force of their thrusts, anything that had been left atop having fallen to the floor. Gallus’ whole body flexed with each shove, sweaty bodies slapping together. Sandbar’s hips pushed back, the colt bracing himself with his front hooves and shoving back in time with the pounding. The stallions solid shaft bounced beneath him as the griffon ball sack bounced against his from behind with each belly-deep thrust.
Gallus showed the usefulness of Griffon hands. He reached one around Sandbar’s body, eagerly grasping his shaft. Rarity raised the bottle of lube and spurted a cool jet across the pulsing flesh as Gallus stroked it firmly. He squeezed and yanked the stallionhood in time with his thrusting.
The other claw grasped Sandbar’s head, turning his panting muzzle back towards him. The two lovers shared a deep kiss, the long griffon tongue playing about in Sandbar’s muzzle. They continued, only pulling away from the kiss to bathe one another’s face in saliva.
Rarity bit her lip to stifle a moan, not wanting to disturb the romantic ass-plowing or overshadow their own delightful grunts and groans. She didn’t keep from creaming herself from the sight though. Juice spurted around her hooves, splattering far enough to reach the males. They were too far gone to notice getting splashed.
The boys, bodies now dripping wet with perspiration, weren’t far behind her. Sandbar surprised her again and blasted off first, arching and rolling his eyes back. The stroking claw and the ass-pounding with barbed griffon dick sent him over hard, shaft erupting in a fountain of sticky white bliss.
As sperm was both delicious and hard to clean up, Rarity was quick to act as a cum catcher. She slid her head beneath Sandbar, opening wide and letting his spun paint her gums white. She pulled back to avoid disturbing their blooming gayness, if they could even notice her at the moment. Rolling the goo around her muzzle with her tongue to savor the taste, she spread it over her gums. She leaned her head back and gargled it like mouthwash before swallowing.
While she savored the stallion pudding, Gallus gave Sandbar’s colt-pussy a blast of his own. His claws clenched around Sandbar’s hips, digging against tender sweaty pony flesh, as he expelled his load. He continued to pump his hips, packing his cum deep into the young stallion’s behind, no doubt the first of many injections he’d be giving his new coltfriend.
“Yeah take it bitch!” Gallus groaned one last time in delight.
“All you want…” panted Sandbar. “Fuck… I think I love you. This is awesome…”
“Not as awesome as me,” Gallus panted. “I love you too though.”
“Oh that is just delightful,” Rarity purred, licking the rest of her mare honey from her hooves. “I think you boys have served your time. Why don’t you two go to the dorms and spend the night together?”
“S-sure,” Sandbar panted, though his eyes widened, once again remembering a mare was watching them.
“Yeah, sure,” grinned Gallus, panting. “Maybe you could still drop by sometime? Just to watch…”
“Oh?” Rarity smiled. It seemed like she’d caused an exhibition fetish. “And yes, just to watch. After all like you said, you’re a guy’s guy.”
Gallus pulled free of Sandbar’s behind with a long, lewd slurp, sending one last shiver through each of them. They staggered off the desk and towards the exit, Gallus’s sperm drooling down Sandbar’s thighs. They stayed close, perhaps from affection or maybe they were just stuck together from sweat.
Rarity opened the door for them to let them out, the drunk-looking males wobbling off together.
Oh well, it hadn’t been a complete waste, and there were other males in the school. Or maybe the changeling… she’d figure something out.
