Starlight stared at the light green stallion before her. Her office, so usually filled with the shuffling of papers and students begging for extended deadlines, sat silent. Even the winter wind outside, blowing snowflakes and flurry down upon the meandering corridors and courtyards that made up the School of Friendship, seemed deadened by the room’s ambiance. The stallion stared at the floor, while Starlight crossed her hooves across her chest.
“Do you know why you’re here, Sandbar?” Starlight said. She made sure her tone stayed firm yet warm.
The cyan hair covering Sandbar’s head bobbed in time with his head. “Somepony lodged a complaint against me.”
Starlight sighed. “Officially, yes. Unofficially…” She leaned over the desk. “I’d call it a cry for aid.”
Sandbar’s hooves went to his face. “Oh, Celestia. Sweet Celestia.”
The scene made Starlight sick to her stomach. She didn’t doubt the regret in his eyes or the near sobs leaking out his mouth. Yet Yona’s trembling voice echoed within her mind, the shaken timbre an otherwise fully grown yak would never unleash save the most dire of circumstances.
“I don’t think I need to tell you who lodged the complaint,” Starlight said.
Sandbar nodded. “I didn’t mean to do it. I just…I don’t know. I couldn’t stop once I got going, you know? That happens the first time you do it, right? Like when you discover how it works…uh, down there.”
“Yes,” Starlight said. “But the way Yona described it, you and hers tryst was more, shall we say, passionate than usual first times.”
“I’m sorry. I really am.”
Starlight leaned back in her chair. “I didn’t bring you here to apologize, Sandbar. I wanted to treat you.”
“T-Treat me? For what?”
A book laying across the desk glowed a light purple and flipped open to a page. Starlight laid a hoof upon the page and scrolled down the long sentences. “Have you ever heard of Aggressive Sexual Personality Condition?”
“No.”
“I wouldn’t expect you to. It’s a rare form of mental condition that makes its sufferer exponentially more aggressive in the bedroom than they would ever be in real life. Usually it occurs in ponies who’re quite pleasant and congenial, like you.”
“Is there a way to get rid of it?”
Starlight’s head bobbed around. “There’s the usual treatments. Long months in therapy. Specified drug doses to lessen aggressive tendencies. Straight out gelding.”
Sandbar’s legs tightened.
“And yet, there’s one more I’ve studied quite thoroughly in my adventures. One I think might be more suitable for a stallion like you.”
“What is it?”
Starlight closed the book with a mighty thump. “I must warn you, Sandbar, this isn’t going to be easy. While it may save on time and physical toll, it won’t be easy to sit through. You might even hate me by the time we’re done. But it will let you love others in a way that fits who you are as a pony. And given you’re still my ward at this school, I’m more than willing to help you become a better stallion.” Her eyes hardened and stared so deep into Sandbar he couldn’t hide the quakes vibrating throughout his body. “Do you still want to do it?”
Deep breaths were the only sound filling the room. Sandbar’s eyes wandered around the open office, desperately looking for something to distract him from the choice staring him dead in the face. The blue curtains blocking the beautiful snowfall descending upon the grounds, the long and scraped bookshelves surrounding the office’s walls, the potted plant overgrowing its ceramic bowl on the desk’s edge.
Yet the distractions did nothing but coax the only answer he could give: “Yes.”
Starlight smiled. “Good. Then let’s get started.” She hopped down from her chair and walked to the desk’s other side. With a quick jump, she sat upon the desk and crossed her legs.
“So what do we need to do?” Sandbar said. “Like, exercises or something?”
A hearty chuckle escaped Starlight’s mouth. “You could say that.”
“I mean, I’ve done some stretches in Rainbow Dash’s P.E. class, so I know how to Holy Celestia!”
His eyes shot toward Starlight’s legs, now firmly opened and revealing a tight, neatly shaved pussy staring back at him.
“Miss Starlight!” Sandbar said, blushing and turning away. “What are you doing?!”
“I’m helping you, Sandbar,” she cooed. “Helping you understand this condition and how to control it.”
“And you needed to show your, uh, marehood to do that?!”
“Yep! How do you like it?”
Sandbar peeked over his upraised hooves and beheld his headmare’s vagina once more. It curved delicately along her body, the hairs poking out in only the smallest of tufts beside the vaginal walls.
“It’s…nice?” Sandbar said.
“Thanks. I think so too. Not the fanciest gear on the block, but it’ll get the job done.”
“D-Does Yona know that you…you would be doing this?” He pointed toward her legs and the wet spot already forming across the desktop.
“Oh yes,” Starlight said, a self-satisfied smile stretching across her face. “And everything that comes next.”
Sandbar shifted in the chair, trying to cross his legs. “What…what comes next?”
Starlight’s face stretched into a wide grin. Her eyes wandered to Sandbar’s crotch, where, to his own surprise and horror, his extending cock started to peek out from his legs.
“No need to be embarrassed,” Starlight said. She sat up and walked toward her student, already quaking from the waist down. Her own hips swayed in purposeful thrusts. “We’re both adults here. You’re graduating next semester, yes?”
“Y-Yeah. I just think-“
“No thinking,” she snapped. “If I’m going to help you, I need everything that happens from here on out to be purely instinctual.” She stopped in front of him and began stroking his thigh, softly and gently. “Now show me your cock.”
Still trembling, Sandbar gradually opened his legs. A long, thin penis emerged from the darkness. It shared the same color as his coat on the surrounding skin, yet the tip and interior tube colored a deep pinkish-red. Every second, it pulsated and jerked upward in time with the student’s already quickened heartbeat.
“Not bad,” Starlight said. “Been a while since you’ve cum, huh?”
Sandbar’s eyes widened. “How did you-?”
“The foreskin is incredibly smooth, something that wouldn’t be true if you were still sexually active.” Her eyes fell to the mounds of flash just under the penis, wrinkled and bulging with tiny hairs. “Your balls also look too plump.”
Sandbar hung his head. “I…I haven’t even been able to even, you know…touch myself since last month.”
“You wanted to though, right?” Starlight said. Her hoof rolled up to Sandbar’s waist.
“Yes. Sweet Celestia, yes. I don’t know how it is with mares, but it feels so bucking good when we do it.”
Starlight giggled. “I think it’s fair to say us mares like the sensation as well.”
“But I couldn’t do it. Not since what happened. I just felt…bad. Like I was doing the one thing in this world that made me evil.”
“Do you feel evil now?”
Sandbar shook his head.
“Do you want to cum?”
His beet red face reached a deep crimson. “You won’t be mad?”
Starlight shook her head. “Not in the slightest.”
“Okay.” Sandbar gave a nervous nod. “Okay.”
“Well, then,” Starlight said. “Let’s see if you can be good all the way.” Faster than he could holler, Sandbar felt her hoof grab his cock.
“Ah!” he squealed, lurching forward out of pure instinct. He felt himself pushed back by a blast of magic covering his body.
“Relax, Sandy,” Starlight said, her eyes having a low gleam. “You want this, right?”
He nodded his head. His voice couldn’t solidify through the low moan of pleasure building deep within his chest.
“Then let me help you.” She began to jerk the thing up and down.
“Oh, buck,” Sandbar whined. “I don’t think I can la-“
A string of cum shot out of his length. The same magic surrounding Sandbar whipped over to a nearby bucket and zipped it in front of his still jizzing cock. Phoonk, phoonk, each stream went when it hit the bucket’s bottom.
“Mm-mm!” Starlight said, shaking her head. “Look at all that yellow. You really have been keeping yourself bunched up.”
“S-Sorry,” Sandbar said, his mast still fully raised. “I usually last longer.”
Starlight smiled. “Good. I like a meal that takes longer to eat.”
“What’re you taaaaaaah!”
Starlight’s mouth dropped onto Sandbar’s cock and began to suck. Gingerly at first, trying to gauge the taste of the little bits of jizz hanging off the tip. The books she’d read about coastal ponies’ physiology indicated they had a tendency to produce salty bodily excretions. To her surprise and delight, however, she found Sandbar’s to have a certain minty taste not unlike toothpaste.
No spitting this time, Starlight thought, bobbing her head just a little lower upon the sheath. Good. It will help emerge the beast within him.
“Oh, Celestia,” Sandbar groaned, hooves falling down to his sides. “Oh, fuck. Yeah.”
Starlight’s progress continued slowly through the following minutes. Licking the tip, pushing the cock a little further into her mouth, then regressing from the sheath with her lips pressed tight against the skin. Sandbar’s shaking, once nervous, now seemed to come from an intense pleasure.
Hmm, Starlight thought. She was almost three-fourths down the cock now, the tip starting to touch the back of her throat with each press forward. He hasn’t become aggressive yet. I wonder if it requires a certain trigger to-
She felt the hooves on the back of her head. They pushed down when she went down, pushing her almost to the base of the fully raised cock. Her eyes shot up to see Sandbar with a wry, mischievous smile.
“Harder,” he grunted in a deep voice Starlight didn’t recognize. “Put your back into it.”
A light pop filled the air when Starlight removed herself. “Sandbar, why are you talking like tha-“
Her head slammed forward towards the hardened penis. It was only sheer luck her mouth stayed open to take the whole thing in. She gagged when the tip hit the back of her throat.
“No talk,” Sandbar growled. “Only cock.”
A brief panic filled Starlight’s eyes. Her student, the one who had saved Equestria, the one who did everything to be the most congenial pony in the room, was turning into a monster before her eyes. She thought it a blessing her mouth was too occupied, otherwise she might’ve screamed.
No, Starlight thought, head bobbing in time with the hooves thrusting her downward. No, this is natural. She tightened her lips upon the cock, eliciting a soft moan from Sandbar. Keep to the plan, she thought. Show him the truth.
“Ah,” Sandbar said. “I can feel the next round coming.” He looked down at Starlight with playful eyes. “I hope you can swallow, cutie, otherwise there’s going to be a mess on the carpet.”
Starlight didn’t get a chance to think, for a thick stream of cum began to shoot down her throat. A light burning filled her esophagus while the concoction shot down her, filling her stomach with a thick cream she suddenly couldn’t stand. It seemed like forever when the last string leaped from his dick and she could finally gasp for air.
“Ah, ah, ah,” Sandbar said, waggling his hoof. “Suck it clean.”
Starlight nodded. Play into the persona, she thought. She extended her tongue and wiggled it along the softening penis tip. The motions were too wild, and her mouth soon became caked in the jizz that managed to not be knocked to the carpet.
“Good girl,” he said, stretching all four his legs wide. All of a sudden, a look of horror filled his face. “Oh, sweet Celestia. I’m sorry, Miss Starlight! I’m so, so sorry! I don’t know what came over me! This is just like before! I get so into it that I get rough and-!”
SMACK!
Sandbar held his cheek. He looked back at his headmistress and the tears already building in her eyes.
“You bastard!” she yelled. “How could you?!”
“I’m sorry!” Sandbar said, throwing his hooves to his head.
“I thought you were somepony different! Somepony who cared about ponies around him!”
“I’m sorry!”
“Why don’t you just go to the next level, huh?” She turned around and threw her chest over the desk. “Why don’t you just fuck me in the ass?!”
Sandbar’s arms fell from his face. “What?”
“You heard me! Just stick that poor excuse for a dick right inside me! See if you can give any kind of the pleasure I’ve been giving you!”
“I-I don’t-“
“That’s right! You don’t because you’re a limp-dicked pussy who only feels powerful when you’ve got a mare under you! Well, here I am! Show what a big stallion you are!”
She smiled when she heard the nervous rustling along the carpet.
“Alright,” he said in the same deep voice. “Alright.” She felt his hooves grab her waist. “You want it? It’s yours, my friend!”
“Yeah right!” Starlight chortled. “You’re limper than a rubber chicken! You couldn’t even please a-!”
The breath went out of her lungs when she felt the hard cock penetrate her flank. Vaginal juices, already flowing from the past incident, splashed to the floor.
“Yeah, not talking so big now, huh?” Sandbar growled. “Nothing a little ass fuck won’t fix!” He thrust forward, and Starlight did her best to not squeal. The combination of the sweat building up in her asshole and his own jizz-covered cock made for the perfect lube, and it wasn’t long before she could feel his stomach pumping against her rear.
“Oh! Oh!” she cried out. Hope it doesn’t sound too fake, she thought.
“You like it, huh?” Sandbar growled. “In fact, why don’t we go to the next level? I’ve been back here for just a minute and your pussy’s been getting all moist. Why not make it a little wetter?”
“You wouldn’t daaaaaaah!” The cock slammed deep into her pussy, almost all the way. He pushed inward and dragged the large tip against every vaginal wall his dick could touch. The clitoris was soon pounded by the furiously vibrating cock, and the juices began to leak as fast as a faucet onto the carpet below. Starlight did nothing but moan with each thrust, harder than the last and deeper than she ever thought anypony would ever go.
“Yeah,” Sandbar growled. “Like having a nice, fat dick inside you? It’s mine, bitch. Remember that. I’m the only one who can give it to you. You’re mine, you got that? You suck when I want, blow when I want, and bend over when I want! Got it?”
“Ah!” Starlight said, feeling him pulling her mane all the way back until her neck was crooked. She soon found her face staring up at an upside-down stranger. It was Sandbar’s face, but not it at the same time. It groaned through gritted teeth with each thrust, making the table shake and the papers upon it wiggle in time.
“Say it!” he howled. “Say you’re mine!
“No!” Starlight said. “Never!”
She felt a wet tongue force itself into her mouth and roll around her teeth. She tried to return the favor, but found her own tongue beat back with the sheer force of her student’s tongue. The kiss ended like they’d been feral dogs ripping into each other’s mouths.
“Say it!” Sandbar said.
Starlight gave a small smile. “You’re pathetic,” she said between thrusts. “Need a mare to say it. Real stallions can get that without a word. They actually have fat, plentiful cocks that make a mare melt.” She gave a loud laugh. “You’re just a little colt, trying to be a big guy.”
“Alright!” Sandbar said. “You want to play rough? I’ll give you rough!” He slammed his cock even harder into her, pushing deeper until his balls almost managed to squeeze into the ever widening cavern.
“Oh!” Starlight moaned.
“Not talking so big now, huh?” Sandbar grunted. “It doesn’t matter anyway. I’m about to fill you with so much seed you’ll be pooping out a dozen babies in autumn.” He leaned over and licked her ear. “That’s how I’ll know you’re mine.”
Not with the protection spell I did, Starlight thought. She fought to keep her smile from showing, instead displaying a light fear.
“Alright!” she said. “I’m yours!”
“Too late, bitch,” Sandbar said, shoving his face deep into her purple back. “I’ve taken enough lip from you today. I’m going to leave you with something more.”
“B-But I don’t have protection! I’m running a school! I can’t be a mother!”
A malicious grin filled Sandbar’s face. “You’ve always been a great multi-tasker.”
“But-!”
She felt her head twisted back and another kiss forced into her mouth. She didn’t try to fight the rough tongue snaking through her teeth and down her throat.
“Okay,” she said, gasping for air. “You’re right. Children are such wonderful things. I’ve dedicated my life to them, for Celestia’s sake.” She leaned back over the table. “What’s a few more to love?”
“That’s more like it,” Sandbar said. He gave another thrust, his balls smacking against her bottom like she was being slapped with a fish. “You’ll make a fantastic mother. Almost as good as you’ll be a cock-slave. Tuggies and blowies every day, doggy style every other day.”
“Yes,” Starlight said, trying to hold back her laughter. “Yes, you’re right. Fill me up already, lover boy!”
“Here we goooo!” Sandbar roared. Starlight could feel her vagina tighten around the throbbing cock, itself hardening and expanding suddenly. A gooey warmth began to fill her nether regions, like hot water sneaked in during a bath. Her vagina tightened and kept pressing, squeezing the cock for all it was worth. She could hear a faint dripping behind her, the rug getting wet from their accumulated fluids dropping beneath them.
All of a sudden, she felt the weight holding her down fall off. A thump filled the office. Starlight looked down to see Sandbar panting on the ground. The harsh rage once across his face had lessened into pure exhaustion. Before him sat a deep, dark puddle upon the ground, filling the office with the unmistakable musk of copulation.
“I’m…” Sandbar gasped. “So sorry, Miss Starlight. I didn’t mean to be so…” He brought his hooves to his face and began to cry.
A deep laughter filled the office. Sandbar looked up to see Starlight with her head thrown up in the air, her frazzled mane shaking in time with her chortles. She stood on top of the desk, dabbing her bottom with tissues.
“Oh, Sandbar,” she said, shaking her head. “Sweet, silly Sandbar. Did you really think you were a threat to me?”
“What?” Sandbar said.
“You think this is my first time dealing with a laidback stallion who turns into a controlling sex fiend every time they got a hard-on? Everything you just did went exactly according to plan.”
“Plan?”
“Of course! Aggressive Sexual Personality Condition has been studied quite extensively, all the way back to Star Swirl’s time. The studies are all the same: the aggressive personality must be brought to the surface in order for treatment to begin.”
“So…you can help me?”
“Help?” Starlight laughed. “There’s no help for it.” She levitated a riding crop out of the drawer and stroked the leather strap at its end. “Only punishment seems to be effective at keeping bad little stallions in line.”
Sandbar’s eyes went wide, and he dashed for the classroom doors. An aura of light purple magic surrounded him before he could grab the doorknob.
“Ah, ah, ah,” Starlight said. “You’re not getting off that easily. Actually, you already have, but that’s beside the point.” She brought his flailing body in front of the desk, where she sat with crossed legs.
“Please!” Sandbar said.
“Sorry, Sandy, but it’s for your own good. And besides…” She pulled the crop tight. “It’s been a while since I could really go to town on a stallion.”
The darkness came back across Sandbar’s face. “I said no, you stupid broad. We’re only porking when I’m the pitcher.”
Starlight waggled the crop at him. “See, there’s your problem. You’ve made the worst mistake any stallion can make when they’re with a mare.”
“What? I didn’t comb your hair or do any of that sissy crap?”
Starlight leaned forward, an intense look upon her face. “You never made me cum.”
Sandbar’s darkened face softened for a moment, first from surprise. He’d been so engorged in the acts he realized she was right: he’d never heard her gasp in surprise, or give a howl as her body announced the finality of her pleasure. All conclusions had been from him and him alone.
Then his face fell into terror. The gleam in Starlight’s eyes made it clear what would happen next, something even the dark soul spawning from Sandbar could recognize.
“No!” he cried, sitting up. He didn’t get three steps toward the door before the same magic brought him back. Starlight stepped aside and let Sandbar’s chest slam upon the desktop. His bottom stuck up in the air and Starlight gave it a loving pat.
“Nice flank,” she said. “I can see why Yona always wants you to be first in the lunch line.”
“Leave it alone!” Sandbar roared. “It’s mine!”
“You’re right. It is yours. But that’s the thing about sex.” She let the whip brush along the light green flank before her. “It always involves at least two ponies. And like you said, there can only be one pitcher in this lemonade stand.”
Her magic lit up, and a drawer opened from the other side of the desk. Sandbar watched a large black object rise from the opened drawer, then trembled. The unmistakable form of a strap-on dildo floated in front of him, extending several inches in opposite directions. A series of buckles and belts jingled from the center.
“Neat, huh?” she said, floating it over toward her. “I got it originally when Trixie and I, shall we say, started experimenting. But stallions have always been my taste, so I thought I’d never be able to whip this bad boy out again.” She stroked the soft plastic covering the synthetic cock, the smoothness sending a slight shiver through her hoof and up her leg. “I call it ‘Mr. Kumquat’. Because not only does it make you cum, it really works your quads.” A soft laugh escaped her lips. Sandbar said nothing, only futilely struggling against the magic pinning him to the desk and ever so slightly raising his tail higher.
“You can laugh, you know,” Starlight said.
“It’s not funny,” Sandbar said through clenched teeth.
Starlight shrugged. “Suit yourself. You’re going to be crying by the end of this either way. It’s just a matter of whether it’s from laughter or pain.” At that, she stepped into the harness and started fastening the straps across her waist. The receiving end’s tip pressed lightly into her folds, but she repressed any pleasure tremors. A purple bottle floated up from the drawers and landed in her outstretched hoof.
“I was considering a dry invasion,” she said, staring down at the trembling flank before her. “But you look like you’re going to make things tighter than Twilight’s deadlines. So a little jelly should do us good, yes?”
Phhhhhppppt, the bottle squelched. A thin, clear liquid squirted into Starlight’s hoof, and she rubbed it along the long giving end of the dildo.
“Please,” Sandbar said. Starlight could see in the office window’s reflection the dark face of his sexual persona, though it seemed tempered now by the realization. “I-I’m sorry about calling you a bitch and a cock-slave. I just got carried away, you know?”
Starlight nodded, pulling the last strap tight. “I accept your apology. Now get ready to accept my lady dick.”
“No,” Sandbar whined. “Please! I can change! I’ll let Yona take charge when we fuck from here on out!”
“Tsk, tsk,” Starlight said, holding Sandbar’s tail up. A small, tight asshole presented itself, glistening from sweat. “Is that all you think this is about?”
“What?”
“You think this was about Yona wanting to lead? Far from it! She told me she loved the charge you took, the inner strength you found when you managed to wrestle a nearly full-grown yak into submission.” Now Starlight’s own face darkened. “It was why you took charge that frightened her so much.”
Confusion crossed Sandbar’s face. “Huh?”
“You, or whatever strange persona living inside you, wants power. It wants to take charge of the act and render your partner nothing more but a sack of meat for your own pleasure. That,” Starlight said, stroking Sandbar’s stretched back, “is unacceptable. And until I hear you admit so, I’m going to make you a piece of meat for my pleasure. So you can’t cum and the only pleasure you can give is knowing that I’m having the time of my life.”
Starlight poked the giving end’s tip into the anus, puckered and quivering. Sandbar shivered, both from nervousness and a rush of pleasure he never knew.
“Please,” he begged. “I know I’m not right. I-I can become better!”
“I know you can,” Starlight whispered. She leaned over and shoved her face into his mane, taking a large sniff. Faint smells of salt and lavender filled her nose.
“Cherry a-popping, cherry a-picking,” she sang into his ear. “Get ready for a dicking.”
“I…” Sandbar said. “I don’t know how I co-!”
Starlight thrust forward. Their gasps were simultaneous; hers from the sheer pleasure of a reliable dick shoving between her legs, his from the sheer surprise of an opening filled in a strange and new way.
“Ah!” Starlight cried out in delight. “That’s the spice!”
“Ow!” Sandbar said, gripping the desk. “Get off me! I’ll fuck you up!”
“Promises, promises,” Starlight grunted. She thrust forward in a steady rhythm, pushing deeper and deeper into the asshole with each gesticulation. Her own pussy started to feel raw and hotter than she’d ever felt through the whole session.
Hate to admit it, she thought. But I’m starting to enjoy this.
Sandbar’s grunts landed into a similar formula, a thick ah-ah-ah with each deeper penetration. Sweat started to pour down his face and body, staining the desk’s wood. The little sweat drops streaked along the strap on and mixed in with Starlight’s own rapidly dripping juices. The puddle became ever bigger with each thrust.
Suddenly, Sandbar felt his head jerk back, his mane yanked backwards towards the smiling headmistress looking down at him.
“Confess,” she said between gasps. “And I’ll stop.”
“Confess what?”
“What you need to do.”
The sweat trickled down his face. “T-Treat Yona right?”
He felt his head thrown forward, and he bopped his skull upon the desk.
“Insufficient!” Starlight howled, halfway between anger and pleasure.
“I-“ His breath left him after a hard thrust pushed Starlight’s stomach all the way to his bottom. “I don’t know what you want!”
“Do you even care?”
“Y-Yes! I do! I want to make you happy!”
“Then confess! Or I’m making you a permanent hoof-puppet!”
Tears began to fill Sandbar’s eyes. The pain in his rear was becoming unbearable, and a puffy redness surrounded his moist asshole.
“I know I’m a useless stallion!” he blubbered. “A small, useless, limp-dicked stallion! I will never be good. I just like becoming big and bad when in bed. I deserve to be punished!”
“Wrong!” Starlight roared, plunging forward.
“I…” A bright light filled his face. “I need to know what you want! To show I care!” His face fell back into the desk, snot dribbling from his nose. “Please…” he begged.
Pop!
Sandbar opened his eyes. Behind him, Starlight stood, unstrapping the gear from her waist. The dildo glistened with the sweat sticking to it, and gaps in the shine revealed little bits of internal skin sticking to the edges.
“You…?” Sandbar said. “You wanted that?”
“Yes,” Starlight said, loosening the final strap. “That was the truth you needed to understand. That love is knowing what the other wants and considering how to give it to them.” A small smile crossed her face. “A lesson not everypony learns.”
Sandbar wiped his face with his foreleg and sniffed. “Is it over?”
Starlight shrugged, wiping the strap-on down. “Hard to tell. The fact you consciously realized sex is all about knowing your partner is a major step forward, but the persona may just be buried deeper. Only time will tell.”
Sandbar’s head hung low. “So I’m not cured?”
“Not in the traditional sense,” Starlight said, levitating the strap-on back into its drawer. “However, the best way to deal with this condition is to desensitize yourself to the activities that may provoke it.”
“You mean…have more sex?”
“Precisely. Rest for a few days, then go back to Yona. I’ll reassure her you’re better and explain how she can help you overcome this condition. It’ll take a lot of work on both your parts, but I think you’ll be able to do it.”
Sandbar nodded. “And the first step will be finding out what she wants.”
“And what you want. Make no mistake, Sandbar, while this session focused on you, Yona is just as important to the process. Be sure to let her know what you do and don’t want to do.”
For a moment, Sandbar stared out the window at the snow still pouring from the sky. Then his face hardened, not with the anger or arrogance of the persona, but with a resolve Starlight had only seen in the most determined of ponies.
“I promise, Miss Starlight,” he said. “To you and Yona. I will be the best stallion I can be, in bed or otherwise.”
Starlight chuckled. “You’re pretty well on your way there, Sandbar. Just keep focused and know your limitations.”
“Alright! Thanks, Miss Starlight!” He trot towards the doors and pulled them open. “See you after Hearth’s Warming Break!” he called back before disappearing down the hall.
A warmth filled Starlight, hotter and deeper than any of the acts she’d just committed. He’s going to be a great stallion, she thought. I may not be having his children, but I doubt the mare or yak who does will mind having the job.
With that, she began to remove the cleaning materials from the closet in the corner. Sponges, disinfectants, and buckets filled with unpronounceable chemicals filled the desk in what few spots weren’t covered in bodily fluids. The mess would need to be cleaned up before the janitors came through tomorrow, the grades for the mid-terms needed to be sorted, and there was still paperwork to be done before the break.
Starlight, staring out at the winter wonderland building outside her domain, just smiled and began to scrub the rug.
Author's Note
So this is a bit of a departure from what I usually write. As said in the title page, don't expect this to be a regular thing. I mostly did this out of a curiosity about how writing a clopfic would make me feel, which honestly isn't that much. Writing sex is pretty hard to do, and I think I'd much rather be having sex myself than writing about it. I don't regret the experience though, and I'm happy the person I gifted this to enjoyed it.
If anything, I'm glad that I was able to find an interesting angle to tell this story through, namely examining the importance of partners in sexual acts. A lot of clopfics I've read seem to take for granted how the other characters feel, with the partners DTF right from the start. I told myself if I was going to write a clopfic, I was going to write one that examined a fundamental aspect of the genre. In this respect, I'm glad I was able to create a story that at least tangentially examined this aspect and showed the importance of knowing who it is you're doing the deed with.
