Schoolhouse Fun

“What…what the hell are you two doing here?!” Sweetie Belle shouted when she finally caught her breath. To say that she was shocked by the sudden appearance of her very best friends would have been an incredibly severe understatement. Her anger at their materialization would have suffered the same fate, as rage began boiling up inside her small body. She and her mate were in the midst of a rather beautifully sadistic sexual game when Scootaloo and Apple Bloom decided to pop in for a visit. But through her vitriol, she also saw two friends with looks of major concern on their faces.

Scootaloo spoke up. “We’re here to make sure that SHE…” here, the young Pegasus pointed an accusatory hoof at Cheerilee, “…doesn’t hurt you anymore!”

“Yeah!” Apple Bloom squeaked, “we saw her puttin’ that thing into yer privates! We’re gonna save ya, Sweetie Belle!”

Sweetie’s anger melted away as she realized that her friends had nothing but good intentions. They legitimately thought that Cheerilee was attempting to harm her. They didn’t understand the exchange of love and devotion happening in the classroom. They were simply ignorant to the fact that there were things happening in the world of which they knew nothing about, and they didn’t have parents to teach them. With Scootaloo’s folks being halfway around the world, and Apple’s residing in two graves within Ponyville’s cemetery, it was understandable that they wouldn’t quite get what she and her lover were doing.

She smiled and got down off the desk, disrobing in the process. Considering the fact that ponies didn’t normally wear clothes, this should have been no big deal. But Sweetie got a certain thrill from taking her submission outfit off and trotting over to hug her friends. She was so thankful that she had them in her life, and she knew that, if she were to really fall into danger, they would come running fearlessly. She backed away from the hug and gave them each a gratuitous look.

“Thank you,” she said, “for being such wonderful friends.”

“Yer right welcome,” Apple said, “now, what do we do with Cheerilee?!”

“Yeah,” Scootaloo said, “after all, she was the one who-“

Sweetie hushed them both with a gentle hoof to the mouth and explained that she had asked Cheerilee to do these things to her. When her friends gave confused looks, she furthered the explanation, saying that it was a fun game that she was playing with their teacher.

“A game?” Apple asked, “what kind of game?”

“Well…a game of love,” Sweetie said genuinely.

“Wait, wait, wait,” Scootaloo said, “you and Ms. Cheerilee…love each other?”

“Like, Princess Twilight and that stallion she’s datin’, love?” Apple asked.

Sweetie nodded. “Yep!” She squeaked with pride, “Cheerilee is my mate, and this is something that we do to show our affection for each other. See, Cheerilee is dominant in our sexual relationship. She’s the bigger pony, after all.”

“What’s a sexual relationship?” Apple asked, eyes wide.

Sweetie blushed heavily. She had completely forgotten that her friends didn’t know anything about sex or penises or vaginas. But she quickly shook her head, removed the blush, and stepped forward. Her eyes narrowed to beautiful green slits as she wound her body around Apple, ending up right back at her nose. “Would you like me to show you?” She asked huskily.

Cheerilee immediately broke into a grin. She had always fantasized about watching fillies mate, and now she would get the chance to. She had heard stories from other fillyphiles in the school system about what they had seen. They told her that there were times when moaning could be heard coming from the filly’s restroom, and they would creak open the door to find two or three young ponies “testing the waters” of their sexuality. Their back legs would be opened, revealing gorgeous pink flowers that were quickly bereft of all their juices via lashing tongues. Masturbation came quickly to the teachers, both male and female, and they would have to hide their doings from their colleagues.

But Cheerilee was both principal and teacher, and the only ponies she had to answer to were those of the EEA. If Chancellor Neighsay or one of the residents of Ponyville were to suddenly barge in, then she would have a major problem. But as far as she was concerned, the ritual between the mature fillies in front of her was going to be the highlight of her night. She thought she was getting a filly threesome, but Scootaloo backed away, frightened at the prospect. Thankfully, she was right there to scoop the young Pegasus into a tender embrace, kissing her cheek in the process.

Apple Bloom had nodded her small head at Sweetie, and the white filly pulled her into a kiss. Their hearts beat rapidly as Sweetie became instinctively dominant and Apple allowed her to explore as she needed to. She cleaned the inside of her friend’s maw gently, and then licked around her lips for good measure. A rather cliché strand of saliva passed between them as they broke apart, and Sweetie shoved Apple over onto a desk before getting on top of her.

“You’re a good bitch, aren’t you?” She growled.

Apple nodded, not understanding why. She hated the B-word that had snuck out of Sweetie’s mouth, yet she loved it at the same time. She found that the sweat that now popped out of her pores only increased the closer that Sweetie moved her gorgeous face towards her. The dominant filly smiled wickedly as she kissed around Apple’s neck, moving lower and lower until she finally reached Apple’s sensitive body parts. She suckled on the tender nipples that greeted her, causing Apple to moan deeply.

“Oh, Sweetie…”

“Sh…” Sweetie said, “…enjoy it, my Apple Bloom.”

She began swirling her tongue in agonizingly beautiful circles around the prone filly’s vulva and slit. She noted that Apple’s clit was especially puffed out and ready for action, and she made a mental note to give her both cunnilingus and pussy-to-pussy sex. She moved her oral action across the very vagina that graced her eyes, and she thought Apple’s responsive groans were some of the most amazing she had ever heard, and she mated with Cheerilee on a regular basis. But sharing this tender moment with somepony she held so dear drove her forward, and she dove directly into Apple’s pussy.

Her licks and sucks caused Apple to begin howling and screaming as pleasure shot through every pore of her small body. It was as if Sweetie had an electric prod filled with the greatest adrenaline rush known to ponykind and she was constantly shocking her with it. It felt itchy, but Apple didn’t want to scratch. She wanted the itch. She NEEDED the itch. “Oh, Sweetie!” She cried, “please, don’t stop! Oh, that feels amazing! Oh! Oh! Oh!”

“Don’t you DARE cum yet!” Sweetie suddenly commanded.

She had stopped her oral administration and gotten on top of Apple, grinding their bodies together in a lovely display of affection and power. She held Apple’s hooves down with her own and began to slowly rub their vaginas together. Both fillies now felt the absolute pleasure of doing it with their best friend, and the mental link they shared had solidified itself. They knew they could never recant this night, no matter how much they tried. Their cries echoed across the room, but never a sound made it outside into the clear Ponyville night.

“YES! YES!” Apple Bloom screamed as Sweetie became more violent with her thrusts, “MORE! MORE! PLEASE! OH, MY FUCKIN’ TWILIGHT, THIS FEELS GOOD! OH, SHIT! OH, OH! MORE, SWEETIE! MORE!”

“OH, APPLE BLOOM!” Sweetie cried right back, “YOU FUCKING WHORE! TAKE MY VAGINA! TAKE IT, BITCH! TAKE IT! TAKE IT!”

“I’M TAKIN’ IT! I’M TAKIN’ IT! OH, YOU FEEL GOOD! UGH! OH! YES!”

Sweetie then turned on some afterburners and began to absolutely smack their bodies together. Every single time they made contact, a new sensation of both pain and pleasure passed through them. They loved it, and they felt closer than they ever had before. Apple, in particular, found herself shocked at the immense feelings that coursed through her system. But through the shock, a new level of love and respect for her best friend emerged. This was special, and she knew it.

Suddenly, Sweetie flipped Apple onto her belly and mounted her. She began thrusting faster than ever before, and it didn’t take long before Apple felt something building in her nether regions. She didn’t know what it was, but she screamed that she wanted it to keep growing. Sweetie happily obliged to her friend’s first orgasm, wailing harder and harder, wanting to hurt and pleasure her. Soon, the two ponies couldn’t take anything else and their bodies unloaded with a beautiful volley of delicious looking liquid. The scream that accompanied the orgasm nearly shattered the windows of the classroom, and Sweetie immediately clambered off of Apple Bloom and cuddled her close in a hug.

Apple caught her breath as her sexual high left her. “WOW!” She said emphatically, “I’ve never felt nothin’ like that before! Is that a…sexual relationship?”

Cheerilee and Sweetie both nodded. “Yep, that was sex,” the teacher said, “and I’m so happy I got to watch your first time, Apple Bloom! You did exceptionally well, and I know Sweetie Belle enjoyed it. I’ve never heard her scream so beautifully before. Now…it’s Scootaloo’s turn.”