The School of Friendship wasn’t unfamiliar to Flicker. He’d visited Applejack at school many times with his griffon form, and many of her students were acquainted with him, even if most of the younger ones found it a little odd at first that she was married to a griffon.

He couldn’t help but smile at the thought. If only they knew just how exotic he really was.

It was just after the end of the school day when Flick walked through the front doors and into the reception area, wearing the appearance of a youthful but fit minotaur. The short hairs covering his body were a shimmering gold that matched well with his short mane, and he had tied the beard dangling from his chin into a simple braid.

Aside from those staying after for sports or clubs, the students were already gone home, and the entrance hall was completely empty. The tall double doors swung closed behind him with a soft click, the sound quickly swallowed up by the thick carpeting.

Flicker was just about to start down the path towards Applejack’s classroom when a feminine humming caught his ear. A second later, Rarity stepped into view, turning out of another hallway as if to make for the exit.

“Oh, hello!” Rarity greeted him with a wide smile. She quickened her pace into a trot before coming to a stop before him. “I’m afraid I don’t recognize you, darling. Are you new? Did you need any assistance?”

Flick grinned. He had been planning on just slipping into Applejack’s classroom on his own, but having Rarity introduce him could make for a fun twist. “Yes, please. I was just looking for Professor Applejack’s room?”

“Ah, Professor Applejack? Certainly! Follow me, my sweet!” Rarity turned with an elegant pirouette before leading him deeper into the school. “You may call me Professor Rarity.”

Flicker frowned as he realized she was waiting for him to introduce himself. Obviously, he couldn’t tell her his real name. “I’m Gold Standard.”

“Well, welcome to the Friendship School, Gold Standard! I do hope you enjoy your time here!”

Flick’s grin returned easily. “I’m planning on it.”

It was a short walk to their destination, and Flick followed dutifully, staying a few steps back and looking around curiously as if every sight was new to him. He considered trying to tease the unicorn, maybe even flirt with her a little, but he knew she had her gaze set on someone else already. Either way, he wasn’t sure if she’d respond well to an advance from someone she thought was a student, so he settled for pleasant small talk, asking questions about the school and Ponyville itself. She kept up her side of the conversation admirably, regaling Flick with interesting anecdotes and asking him questions about himself in turn.

“Ah, here we are!” Rarity cleared her throat as she stopped in front of Applejack’s door. She knocked politely with a hoof before cracking the door open. “Applejack, darling! You have someone here to see you. A Mr. Gold Standard, transfer from Minos?”

“Gold Standard?” Flick couldn’t see Applejack from where he stood off to the side, but he could hear the confusion in her voice. “Uh, alrighty then. Send him in.”

Rarity stepped back, holding the door open with her magic as she beckoned to Flick. “I trust Professor Applejack can handle you from here. Ta for now, darling! Don’t be afraid to ask if you need anything!”

Flick thanked her with a smile as he stepped through the door, closing it behind him. The sound of her humming faded gradually into the distance.

Applejack’s classroom was towards the middle of the school on the ground level, with a wide open door on the far side open to the central plaza and long windows running along the top to allow plenty of sunlight in. Smooth wooden tables stocked with tools took up half of the class, with the rest being dominated by a lively apple tree that shaded sitting pillows and hay bales under its canopy. Applejack herself was seated at the base of the tree, hooves digging in the circle of bare soil around its trunk and a bucket of pulled weeds at her side.

“So how can I help ya, Gold?” Applejack asked, not looking back. “I don’t rightly remember nothin’ about a transfer student from anywhere, though I admit I ain’t the best when it comes to paperwork. There’s so darn much of the stuff, feels like every time I turn around there’s some new form or other leakin’ out of my ears.”

Flicker smirked. Even with his warning from last night, she didn’t expect a thing. Did she think he’d wait for her to get home before springing his next surprise on her?

Not wanting to give up the game just yet, Flick decided not to answer the question. Instead he walked confidently up behind her, engulfing her completely in his bulky shadow. She paused, turning deliberately around, and came face-to-face with his groin.

Slowly she looked up, her gaze subtly following the hard outline of his muscles, and her eyes narrowed as she finally met his stern frown. “Flick? Is that you?”

Flick nodded. “Gold Standard. I’m your new transfer student.” He flexed his muscles, watching Applejack’s eyes widen in response. “I’ve been known to have some disciplinary issues.”

“Oh, uh, disciplinary issues, huh?” Applejack gulped, stealing a glance towards the wide open doorway to the school’s central plaza. “Maybe we oughta talk about those in private, huh?”

Flick crossed his arms, making no attempt to conceal his intent as he sized her up. “After you, Professor.”

She gave him a nervous smile as she edged past him, leading the way to a nondescript door set into one corner. Flick could see her tail already beginning to twitch as she pulled the door open and nodded him inside.

Her office was surprisingly spacious. Haphazardly stacked papers were spread on an old wooden desk, scuffed around the corners with long years of use, and illuminated by warm sunlight streaming through a window behind it framed in the shape of an apple. A pair of potted apple saplings waited in one corner, filling the air with the scent of their fruit. The only thing disturbing the otherwise homey, rustic decor was the metal block of a filing cabinet pushed up against the wall next to the desk. A mirror hung on the wall next to the desk, the only decoration on the otherwise bare walls.

“Well, then,” Applejack started, closing and locking the door. She turned to face Flick as she sat on her haunches in front of her desk. She hesitated as she opened her mouth, perhaps considering what to say. “Why don’t ya tell me about these disciplinary issues of yours?”

“I have problems with authority.” Flick grinned, standing tall as he stepped closer and pushed her back against the desk with his mass. “And I’ve been told I have no respect for personal space.”

“R-really?” Applejack blinked as she suddenly found her muzzle pressed up against his firm abs. She stole a glance down, cheeks reddening at the sight of what waited for her, and then looked back up, pushing against his legs with her hooves. “Well that’s gonna change here and now, partner!” She grunted as she pushed, brow furrowing as he refused to budge. “Back up!”

“What are you gonna do if I don’t?” Flick asked, cocking his head.

“I’ll, uh… I’ll send ya to Headmare Twilight’s office!”

“Oh?” He let out a thoughtful hum. “Did you want her to watch?”

“I ain’t playin’, Gold!” Apparently deciding that pushing at him was getting her nowhere, Applejack sat down and stomped a hoof instead. She leaned back and craned her neck so she could look him in the eye. “I am your professor and y’all’re gonna respect me, or—w-whoa!”

Without warning Flick bent down and scooped Applejack up in his arms. She yelped as he lifted her up as casually as he might lift a bag of apples, bringing her eyes level with his while her hind legs dangled uselessly beneath her.

“What’s the matter, professor?” Flick smirked as she struggled in vain.

Applejack swung a hind leg towards him, but his arms were long enough that her kick only just managed to brush against his muscular abs. “Y’all better put me down this instant, Gold!”

“That’s no way to talk to your favorite student, professor.” Flicker turned her around, pinning her face-down over her desk with one hand. With the other he reached out and opened the top drawer of her filing cabinet, where she kept old class records that he knew she rarely looked at. He’d secreted a small riding crop in the drawer during a casual visit last month, and her eyes widened as she saw it in his hand.

“W-what are ya doin’ with that?” she asked. “How’d that even get there?”

Flick whipped the crop across her flank, causing her to stiffen and yelp under his hand. He waited for the sharp smack of the impact to fade before speaking. “That’s for thinking you can ask me questions.”

“Gold, y’all stop this right—gah!”

He struck her other cheek this time, licking his lips as he watched the firm flesh bounce under the strike. “You don’t give me orders, either.”

She growled, opening her mouth for some rebuttal, but all that came out was a loud moan as he lashed the crop across her rear once more. Her tail twitched up, revealing her marehood swelling with excitement.

She shook herself, glaring back as she opened her mouth again, and again he struck her, twice across each cutie mark in quick succession. She whimpered and groaned, head falling limply against the desk as she took in deep breaths.

Flick waited patiently, simply taking in the sight of the angry red marks left by the crop. After several seconds, she raised her head again.

“Gold—mmf!”

The crop fell swiftly against her rear, cutting her off, and she went limp. She was silent but for her flustered breath, and when Flick slid his hand down her back to lift her tail, he was satisfied to see the pink nub of her clit wink out past her lips.

Flick cleared his throat. “You’ll call me sir.”

“I ain’t callin’ ya—ungh!” The crop whipped across her pussy, not too hard, but sharp enough to send a pleasurable sting through her. Applejack bit her lip, turning her head sideways to look up at him with one eye. “Y-yes, sir.”

“Good girl.” Flick smiled. “What grade am I getting in this class?”

Applejack snorted. “Whatever grade ya deserve, is what.” Her eyes widened as he raised the riding crop, and she rushed to speak again. “No, wait! I mean—agh!”

“Let’s try that again.” Flick squeezed roughly at her sore ass, drawing a wince from her. “What grade am I getting, professor?”

“An A!” Flick frowned down at her, and after a moment she realized her mistake. “I mean, uh, you’re gettin’ an A… sir.”

“There we go. That wasn’t so hard, was it?” He slid his thumb down the curve of her flank as he set the crop aside, prodding at the softness partially hidden under her tail. He slipped the tip of his thumb inside her, licking his lips as it was engulfed in her heat. “You smell like you’re coming into heat, professor.”

“Uh, just about, yeah. Sir.” Applejack rolled slowly onto her back, exposing herself fully to him as she held his gaze. “What of it?”

Flick surged forwards, scooping the farm mare up in his muscular arms and standing up to his full height, leaving her hooves far from the floor. Applejack’s startled protests cut off with a gasp as Flick brought her pussy to his lips. He pushed her apart with his powerful tongue, drawing a throaty moan from her lungs as she keeled forward, wrapping her forelegs around his horns.

Her resistance melted quickly, all four legs now clinging to his body for support as he began to probe her depths in earnest. He could taste the tang of her approaching heat in her, mixed in with her usual flavor, and he pushed deeper, stretching her apart as she shivered around him. Her hooves tugged at his short mane as she began to hump against him, grinding against his muzzle.

He drew back, nosing her slick pussy lips aside to reveal the bright pink flesh of her clit. She groaned as he kissed at it, caressing the little nub with the tip of his tongue. Her body tightened around him with sudden jerks and gasps, the thick hairs of her tail flicking over his chest.

She leaned forward with a groan, and Flick let out a thoughtful hum as he opened his eyes to the sight of her freckled teats resting on the top of his muzzle. He let go of her clit with a smack of his lips, lifting his mouth up higher to roll his tongue over the soft flesh of her teats instead.

“O-ooh, that feels good.” Applejack let out a contented sigh. “Yeah, just like that, darlin’.”

She yelped as Flick pushed her abruptly away, holding her out at arm’s length. He regarded her with a skewed frown, eyes narrowed.

“What?” She blinked, pushing her skewed hat back into its proper place as her eyes refocused. “Why’d ya stop?”

Without a word Flick turned her upside down.

“Whoa, nelly!” Applejack slapped a hoof down over her hat, just managing to keep it from falling to the ground. She shot an indignant glare up between his bulging biceps. “What’s the bright idea? I was gettin’ into that!”

Flick smirked. “You forgot to call me sir. You know what that means?”

She blinked. Slowly she looked away from his cocky gaze, her eyes tracing a path down his chest, over the hard lines of his abs, and finally coming to a stop at the thick, dripping cock drooping down between his legs. Flick kept one hand wrapped around her barrel as he slid the other down her back, wrapping his strong fingers firmly around the back of her head.

“Oh, shucks.”

Flick flexed his dick, bringing the head up as he pushed Applejack’s lips up against the tip. She resisted at first, glaring up at him past his length, but Flick knew how to get past that.

He lowered his head to her nethers, pressing his lips up against them and pushing in with his tongue. She gasped and shivered, and Flick seized the moment to shove the thick head of his cock into her muzzle.

Flick grunted, the wet squelch of Applejack’s throat suddenly giving way to his meat barely noticed past the warm, tight embrace around him. He pinned her muzzle up against the base of his shaft with the hand on the back of her head while his other hand wrapped around her firm plot, keeping her marehood pressed up against his lips as he continued to eat her out. With one eye he glanced to the mirror beside them, grinning as he saw her eyes bulging, the shape of his cock visible in her throat as her hat fell silently to the floor.

He drew his hips back, shuddering at the feel of Applejack’s tongue against the top of his shaft, and dove back in without hesitation.

Flick couldn’t see much with his head buried in his wife’s marehood, but he didn’t need to. He kept his eyes closed as he pounded into her muzzle with slow, powerful thrusts, relishing the wet gags and coughs that escaped her whenever he pulled back. Her pussy winked furiously around his nose, matching the ferocity of his affection with wet kisses of its own, the scent of her excitement and the muted moans from beneath giving proof of her pleasure and driving him on to ever fiercer thrusts.

Flick cracked an eye open, glancing into the mirror. He’d started to hunch over her in his excitement, leaving her pressed against him almost upside down with tail and mane swinging wildly underneath. Although she’d been gripping firmly against him with all four hooves at first, now her legs had gone limp, hanging loosely at her sides. Her eyes were rolled up into her head, eyelids twitching as she was left no choice but to submit to the demands he placed upon her body, a swaying mess of saliva mixed with the pre-cum dripping down his balls.

The image sent a fresh surge of excitement through Flick’s body, and he bent over further, now pinning Applejack’s plot against her desk as he fucked her upside-down. He grunted, muzzle screwing up as the pleasure at the base of his shaft ebbed ever higher with each thrust, his balls twitching against Applejack’s nose in preparation to unleash their load. She moaned deeply beneath him, suddenly seeming to wake up as she wrapped her hooves tight around him once more, her pussy clamping down around his tongue in orgasm.

After three more deep, vicious thrusts, Flick went over the edge. He threw his head back and buried himself completely in Applejack’s muzzle, only just maintaining the presence of mind to look towards the mirror and watch her throat swell as the first spurt of cum traveled down to the flared tip of his cock, coaxed along by the eager massaging of her body. A splash of warm marecum gushed from Applejack’s cunt as Flick pumped thick jets of cum straight into her stomach, the excess spunk spilling out from her nostrils and dripping down over her fluttering eyes. He packed it in with short, firm jerks of his hips, clutching her body tight against his, filling her with his seed.

Finally he came down from the high, taking a moment to catch his breath as Applejack’s winking pussy kissed against his cheek. He straightened up with a snort, pulling her off his length and holding her up before him with one hand.

Her face was a mess of cum and spittle, dripping down from her nose and mouth and soaking into her disheveled mane before dropping into her hat, left abandoned on the ground. She moaned weakly, a bubble of cum rising out of her throat.

Flick frowned. Had he been too rough on her?

“Is t-that…” She coughed up a wad of cum before blinking her eyes clear and meeting his gaze. “All ya got?”

Flick smirked. He bent down and picked her hat up off the floor, setting it carefully aside on top of the filing cabinet. As much fun as his wife might be having now, she’d be seriously upset afterwards if he damaged the old Stetson.

“Don’t you worry, professor,” he said, shaft already twitching back up to full hardness. “I still have plenty of discipline issues to work through with you.”

He plopped her down on top of the desk face down, forehooves crumpled up beneath her and hind legs gripped firmly on either side of his hips. She tried to pull her legs away, but he held her firm, rubbing his cock between her ass cheeks and through the soaked hairs at the base of her tail.

“Ready for round two, professor?”

She didn’t answer, though he did notice the way her tail twitched upwards, brushing along the bottom of his shaft. He let go of one leg, lifting the palm of his hand high and delivering a mighty slap against her ass. She stiffened and moaned as the sharp smack of the contact rang out, leaving an angry red mark just visible past her coat.

“I said, are you ready for round two, professor?”

She looked back at him, cheeks flustered and mouth hanging open. “Y-yes, sir.”

“Good girl.”

Flick held her gaze as he drew his hips back, sliding his shaft between her engorged pussy lips and smearing it with a healthy coating of marecum. He prodded at her entrance with his ram-like head, slicking it with her excitement, but he didn’t push forward. As tempting as it was to answer the beckons of her winking, twitching marehood, he had another goal in mind.

He shifted, staring down into her shimmering green eye as he brought his tip up against her puffy asshole. She whimpered.

He gave her only a scant second to brace herself before pressing in, plowing through the resistance offered by the tight hole with a grunt of satisfaction. She squeezed her eyes shut, threw her head back, and let out a long, low moan as he slid deeper inside, using both his own powerful muscles and the lubrication of her own wetness to dominate her body. He slowed at his medial ring, watching her hooves scrabble against the desk as she tried to adjust to the huge penetration, and then surged forwards again, smiling at the way her tongue lolled out and her hind legs twitched wildly in his hands.

The desk rocked back as his groin bumped against her ass, and the muscles inside her clamped down across his entire length. He paused, watching her sweat-sheened coat ripple as she took deep, bracing breaths, relishing the fire of her body and the tightness of her pucker squeezing down around the base of his shaft. A shuddering sigh escaped her as her head fell back to the desk.

Flick started slowly at first, listening to Applejack’s quiet moans as he pulled out to his medial ring and her sharp gasps as he slid back inside. She bit her lip as he began to quicken his pace, pulling her back into him by her hind legs with every thrust, filling the little office with the slap of his thighs against her plot. More and more of her excitement dripped down as her voice rose ever higher, collecting into a warm puddle between Flick’s hooves. He raised a hand and spanked her hard, kneading his fingers into the tight flesh under her cutie mark as she cried out, and before long he was pounding into her with savage abandon, driving the desk ever further across the room until it was slamming up against the far wall, forcing Applejack to brace her hooves against the wall just to keep from banging her head with each powerful pump of his hips. She shivered and gasped beneath him, each subsequent orgasm announced by a fresh surge of marecum splattering the side of her desk and the vice-like twitching of her ass, squeezing around him as if to keep him from ever pulling out of her again.

Flick’s nostrils flared as he leaned over her, his rhythm slowing into hard, powerful thrusts as her ass coaxed him towards his second orgasm. He let go of her legs and wrapped his hands around her waist instead, slamming her back into him as he rocked his hips forwards.

“Beg me.” Flick clenched his jaw and breathed deeply through his nose, accenting every couple words with another world-rocking thrust of his cock. “Beg me—for my—cum!”

“Please!” Applejack didn’t hesitate in the slightest. Her chest heaved as she struggled to get the words out, voice shaking as he drove the breath out of her. “C-cum! C-cum in me! Celestia—buck—cum!”

Flick pulled her down tight against him, squeezing her up against the wall with his body as his flared head pushed out against the overwhelming pressure of her ass. He groaned as he deposited the first surge of seed inside her, his heavy balls tightening up against him to meet Applejack’s clit as it winked out to kiss them. Applejack cried out in ecstasy as her own orgasm hit her, hot marecum splashing out and dripping down Flicker’s stiff legs as he pumped spurt after spurt of cum deep inside her.

The pressure in her ass became overwhelming as he filled her up, the excess load incapable of escaping around the tight seal of her ponut. Flick pulled out with a groan, his erect cock flicking up and spewing yet more cum across Applejack’s back, into her mane, and even onto the wall behind her desk.

Flick staggered backwards, taking a deep breath as he regarded his wife’s twitching, cum-soaked form. A thick trail of pearly white spunk dripped down from her asshole, mixing in with the clear puddle of marecum that had been steadily growing in size. More cum stained the wall behind the desk and stuck her mane and tail together into sticky clumps.

It occurred to him that he might have overdone it this time. He stood up with a groan, leaning over her, rolling her onto her back, and wiping some of the mess away from her face with a hand.

“Applejack, love?” he asked. “How’re you feeling?”

She kept her eyes closed, but she wore a soft smile on her face as she struggled to catch her breath. “When… did ya… hide that crop?”

“Last month.” Flick smiled back at her. “Was I too hard on you?”

Applejack let out a tired, thoughtful hum. “Maybe… maybe just a little.”

“Well, I’ll make it up to you tomorrow.” He leaned down and gave her a soft kiss on the lips, and to his surprise she found the energy to lift her head and kiss back. “I have a nice dinner planned for us.”

Author's Note

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