An After School Romance

The bell rang, signaling the beginning of a new day at the Ponyville School. The sky was blue and the air was crisp and pleasant. The autumn leaves were turning all shades of brown, tinging the trees with their specific brand of bronzed beauty. It was almost as if Van Foal, the famous pony artist prodigy, had taken his brush and painted a picture of absolute gentility across the landscape. The clouds were few and far between, and they held their puffy shape quite well. Not a gray cloud dotted the sky, and the foals who now marched into school were very thankful for this fact.

There was one underlying issue that betrayed their inner sense of wonder as they settled at their desks that day: a test. This wasn’t just any test. It was a test in the skills of arithmetic, something which nopony, with the exception of maybe Princess Twilight, enjoyed. The fillies and colts moaned in disgust as Cheerilee trotted to the front of the classroom, announced the exam, and began distributing it. Nothing could have ruined this absolutely perfect autumn day more than a proctored piece of paper that eschewed fun in favor of targeting the one subject that they hated.

“Ugh…” Apple Bloom said, seated next to her best friends, Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo, “did y’all study fer this exam?”

They both nodded, and the young country pony pounded her head on the desk in a superb demonstration of reactionary exaggeration. She knew that she had not studied as much as she should have, but instead spent the evening trying to figure out what the noises were that came from her big brother and big sister-in-law’s bedroom. It sounded like their bed was thumping against the wall, followed by various groans and grunts.

“Yeah, I studied,” Sweetie Belle said, “in between bouts of Rarity’s drama.”

“Drama?” Scootaloo asked.

“Yep. Ra Ra asked her to create the costumes for her upcoming Equestrian tour, and she’s scared that she won’t be finished on time. So, she spent a lot of time on her special ‘crying couch’”

“Is she close to bein’ done?” Apple Bloom asked.

“Yeah,” Sweetie responded, “she’s really close. She just won’t admit it.”

“Okay, my little ponies,” Cheerilee said, breaking into their small conversation, “the tests have been handed out. You may begin…now.”

Silence fell over the classroom as each foal began getting to work. Their facial features went through a mixture of happiness, disgust, sadness, and pain as each new problem made itself known. Cheerilee had made it a pastime of hers to watch these changes, and she had to stifle giggles whenever one of her students finally broke through the barrier and resolved the issue at hoof. They would nearly jump for joy, then remember where they were and what they were doing, and put a damper on their emotions.

But there was another reason she paid attention to her students so closely, and it was the biggest secret she had. Cheerilee was a closet fillyphile. She loved the small female ponies who came to see her each day, with their bright eyes and small, happy smiles. She had a soft spot in her heart for each one, and considered them all very attractive. But one pony out of them all had completely swept her away with both her brain and her beauty. That pony…was Sweetie Belle. With her bright green eyes, beautifully perfect mane, and amazing way of understanding the curriculum, Cheerilee had fallen head over hooves in love.

Cheerilee’s love of fillies had been difficult to grasp, and even now, she was wrestling with her feelings. Some part of her knew that it was wrong to think of young ponies in such a way, and that she should be out trying to find a stallion her age. But all the same, every time she saw Sweetie Belle, her heart pounded out of her chest. She had even taken to watching her student play with the other ponies, hoping that an inadvertent flick of the tail might open the door to viewing Sweetie’s most carefully guarded treasure.

I know what I want, she thought as her eyes drifted slowly over Sweetie’s small body, no…I know what I NEED. Ugh! But it’s so wrong! She’s my student! I’m her teacher! The maintained relationship between the master and the pupil needs to be kept professional! That’s what they taught us at the university!

Her stomach tied itself in knots as she continued staring daggers at the unsuspecting filly. Her mouth went dry as she felt her vaginal glands begin leaking. Her mind went to a very dirty spot, and began imagining the filly tied to her desk and at her mercy. She would dominate Sweetie until the poor pony fell unconscious from exhaustion, and then she would gingerly remove the restraints and transport her home for some much needed rest. She could come up with some excuse to give Rarity for why her sister was so tired, but she needed to experience this. She had to love Sweetie Belle. Her heart would not stop quivering until she had done so.

The rest of the day passed quickly, and the bell rang. Happy squeals followed this event as the foals all scrambled to be the first one out of the door. Cheerilee reminded them of their field trip the following day to the Ponyville Museum, and the pizza party that would happen afterward. The young ponies all reacted with excitement at the news and they seemed to hurry out of the room even faster. Cheerilee knew that her time to be with Sweetie Belle was short, so she called her over to the desk and prepared to bare her soul.

“Yes, Ms. Cheerilee?” Sweetie asked.

“Please, sit down,” Cheerilee said sweetly.

The filly did so, plopping her soft, wonderful rump on the wooden stool opposite her teacher. Cheerilee’s eyes maneuvered right and left, attempting to get a better view of Sweetie’s backside. “Um…is everything alright?” The young pony asked, “you seem distracted.”

“Who, me? Uh, no, no, I’m not distracted,” Cheerilee said as sweat began beading on her forehead, “I’m just…very happy to have you here.”

“So, I didn’t do anything wrong?”

Cheerilee shook her head. “Quite the opposite, actually. I’ve called you over here, because you’ve done something right.”

“I have?”

Cheerilee nodded. “Indeed, you have, my dear little Sweetie Belle.”

With those words, the teacher got up and trotted around to sit beside her pupil. Sweetie’s green eyes betrayed a mixture of emotions that Cheerilee couldn’t quite read. She could tell that there was confusion, but it was undermined by a thick layer of curiosity. There also seemed to be a bit of uncertainty, and it was all brewing into a soup of doubt.

“Um…Ms. Cheerilee?”

“Sh…” Cheerilee said as she ran her hoof along Sweetie’s mane. The feeling of her soft strands of hair was almost too much for the closet fillyphile. “It’s okay, Sweetie. I just want you to know something.”

“What’s that?”

“As much as I love all you little ponies, I think you’re my favorite out of the whole class.”

“Your favorite?”

“Yes, my dear. I’m…in love with you.”