Author's Note
KINK WARNING: F/F/F ♦ Vaginal ♦ Cunnilingus ♦ Gel Cocks ♦ (Slight) Hypnotism
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Playing Nookie
The sharpest snap of all in the Ponyville Schoolhouse that afternoon was Miss Cheerilee’s suitcase clasps. A semester’s worth of lesson plans were stuffed between those two golden locks. If only Cheerilee had snapped first; most notably at that utterly intolerable Spoiled Rich before she’d been suspended.
Then again, SPoiled getting mouthfuls was probably natural for her.
Thank goodness for the Summer Sun Celebration; only three days of teaching time would be missed. But for what?! The ‘offense’ of ravishing Thunderlane in a tree before Spoiled Rich could, as was Spoiled’s custom?! Cheerilee scowled, her blood a better fit for a rupturing volcano than her own body. ‘Effective immediately after today’, her plum-colored hoof!
“Funny, Spoiled; if your husband was ‘effective immediately’, you wouldn’t need ‘Lane in the first place!” she hissed. It ricocheted off the walls of the wrong room, five hours past the right time.
As Cheerilee shot up from her seat, she gave a slight sigh of relief at how well her new attire clung to her body. No need to smooth it down and have her skirt ride up against the marehood Thunderlane had once pounded raw. Celestia’s crown, even the thought of it made her close her legs around the tight leather skirt. It didn’t keep her panties from getting damp, or the squeaking noise from her stockings, as vivid as the three sunflowers peeking from her skirt hem.
After pretending that sound was from her oaken chair—and the songbirds adorning her classroom’s window sill—Cheerilee stretched her arms. Delightfully, the cotton of her shirt and the rays of the afternoon sun strained against her rack. Cheerilee let out a relieved sigh, rethinking her next plans with this new time window Spoiled had forced on her. All she had to do was attend this last detention session, assuming the two teens at the center of it arrived during this yea—
“Yo, Miss Cheerilee! We’re here, don’t go dinging both of us all at once.”
Cheerilee’s eyes locked onto the opening door. Inside her classroom, Scootaloo was making her way for one of the front desks, each stride flipping the eighteen-year-old’s wings and skirt up a couple of inches. Behind her, scooting so slowly and silently that Cheerilee was certain the student would wear out a sole, was Silver Spoon. Her fingers, when not busy smoothing down her white mane, were twiddling with her pink glasses.
For a moment, icy shock touched Cheerilee’s heart; had Silver noticed her and Thunderlane getting frisky? Then she noticed that Silver was trying not to look at Scootaloo, now reclined on one of the short chairs in the classroom. The side of her that she did have had a purplish bruise.
“Silver… is this the reason I had to call detention on you two after my lunch break?” Now Cheerilee was torn between embarrassment and concern. Goodness, how much was she missing out on because of her libido?!
Unfortunately, Silver Spoon seemed set on getting her (inner) Bic Mac on that day. “Nope,” she sulked, plopping into a desk two across from Scootaloo’s.
“No lying, Silver.” Cheerilee slumped the box containing her things on the nearly empty desk. Only her nameplate was left—and it carried all the authority she’d need to see through this last detention session. “You two had a fight just after lunch break, and one of you will tell me why or you’ll both be in this room 'til Winter Wrap-Up.”
“Sure thing.” Scootaloo had definitely lost that high from seeing the Wonderbolts fly. “This silver second-stringer took my report and—”
“Our report, Scootaloo! On that Sibling to School Day performance! And because you wouldn’t let me check the Crusaders’ ones, we got a C+!”
“Which was passable!”
“Not for a valedictorian!“ Silver Spoon’s head turned to face Scootaloo, her whipping braid nearly knocking her glasses off. “And you missed Tiara and hit me, of course I’m hitting b-!”
Cheerilee was between both girls in an instant, her dirty thoughts put on hold. She was still a teacher, after all. “Now now, girls. You’ve both been very forthcoming. But this is detention, remember. Now let’s keep things civil for the next hour.” Turning to return to her desk, her pink tail flashed across Scoot’s snout before she reached her desk.
Quickly, Cheerilee started rummaging through the open cabinets for her fan, blind to Scootaloo’s sudden silence. Slowly, she raised a hand to her maw where Cheerilee’s tail brushed against it. Then she saw Silver Spoon chuckling at her, and right out of her seat came Scoots again. “S-shut up, Silver! I didn’t care that you and Tiara met him before he left early!” I care that your stupid friend said what she did about me!”
“She said that it was the closest you’d get to a Wonderbolt!” Silver shouted, shooting up. “And considering how you were jumping in those sta—”
“She said it was the closest I’d be to being one, too!” Scootaloo reached to her right and planted her palm in Silver’s chest, shoved her back into her seat. “And if her nose were any higher in the air, she’d drown in your bull—”
Cheerilee’s shoulders shook as she slowly turned back, getting red-faced for a far different reason. This time, Silver Spoon rose up, stopping only to pull a flask from her bag as it thumped loudly on the ground before facing her classmate. “How dare you! You’re lucky this didn’t break, or your flapping jaw would be next, you ungratefu—-”
“Oh don’t worry, Silver! With Diamond as a friend, I’d be drinking too!”
Cheerilee saw a vein pop up on Silver’s temple, just channeling into her purple bruise, and moved to protect Scootaloo from her incoming fist. Scootaloo apparently didn’t need it, though, having already bent backwards to avoid. Cheerilee was too far away to be tagged either - with the fist, anyway. The bottle in it, unopened and full to the bim, was less lucky; its contents splashing all over Cheerilee.
Silver Spoon’s unoccupied hand flew to her muzzle at seeing her drenched schoolteacher stumble back from the splash. Scootaloo’s hands nervously tugged at her tie, eyes darting between Cheerilee and Silver. “W-what was in that? Why is it glittering on Miss Cheerilee?!”
“W-wait! I can explain this! Miss Cheerilee, just stay still and—-!”
Cheerilee’s eyes shot over her body, only shocked still by Silver's words. Even now, Cheerilee marveled at how fast and hard Silver’s voice carried; it made her wonder what’d happen if Silver directed it toward Diamond. As it was, Cheerilee tried to raise a hand to prevent it from soaking fully into her shirt and the nonexistent bra underneath. After her third attempt failed, she tried to will her legs to get her out of the room— - and slowly let a silent scream escape her lips. Every part of her body below her neck wasn’t moving, and they were all covered in blue sap.
Scootaloo was in front of Cheerilee in a flash,, her hands shooting out to pat the teacher’s shirt dry. The utter inability of Cheerilee to assist her made Scootaloo turn to Silver slowly. “No seriously, Silver; what was that and who did you intend that for?”
“F-for Tiara…”
“A name, Silver!”
“It was for Tiara!” blubbered Silver.“Zecora gave me it for our little get-together! Diamond’s been wring her hands about something she ran into with Soarin’ and her ma! I thought it could help her calm down while I...” Her hand fell over her glasses this time, uncaring of the smudges her fingers left as the ground into the panes.
“Wow, ew.” Scoots shook her hands free of the sap. “Well, we can’t leave Miss Cheerilee like thi-wait…” Realization hit home for Scootaloo. “...you said she should stay still, and she did! Maybe if we say otherwise…” Scoot’s eyes shrank. “... n’then Miss Cheerilee’ll wallop us for ruining her suit. Look; we can just make her do what she did yesterday, then we can find Z—-”
Cheerilee moved at that. Stiffening up, Cheerilee’s hand balled into a fist of its own. But before Scootaloo could react, Cheerilee’s fist flew at her, unlatching the second it fell into Scootaloo’s magenta mane. Cheerilee’s dream was relapsing again before her eyes, just as heavy as it was when she’d taken Thunderlane; but this time, her eyes were blown out in horror. “Oh no! Scootaloo! Move, hurry before—-”
“Oh come off it, teach!” Yet, Scootaloo didn’t move. What’d she have to fear? Cheerilee was locked into her last day’s motions, now! And... “The second we’re sure you don’t fall out of a window or into your desk, I’ll be sure to-mmph!”
Cheerilee’s lips suddenly collided into Scootaloo's, her gaps of surprise guttering into nothingness. At first, both of them were shocked; small wonder, Scootaloo had no idea what Cheerilee had done during yesterday that had gotten her like this. And Cheerilee had no intent, at least at first, to plunder her student’s lips with her tongue.
For Scootaloo, though, every lap Cheerilee’s tongue took her further and further away from the eighteen years of ‘not yets’ and ‘maybe next year’s from every pony in her life that wasn’t Apple Bloom or Sweetie Bell. And for Cheerilee, every soft smack of their mouths erased a smack of Spoiled’s ruler against her desktop hours ago, as she rattled off every one of Cheerilee’s accomplishments. By Celestia, Cheerilee wanted to fingerfuck ever one of those awards’ names out of Spoiled’s mouth.
But again, (barring the appearance of Wonderbolts with stone-sculpted abs, her students came first.
Scoot’s shoulders rolled forward, making Cheerilee tumble over onto her own desk, narrowly missing her own nameplate digging into her plump tush. Scoot’s attempt to get some distance— - her last attempt to resist the call to the fountain rushing down her legs— - was stopped short. Specifically, by Cheerilee’s hand on her head and Scootaloo’s own palm still kneading her cantaloupe-sized breast. Scootaloo was soon dragged atop that table with Cheerilee, and her tongue finally shot into Cheerilee’s mouth in shock. Suddenly she didn’t care that her shirt was getting ruined too as she pushed herself closer to her teacher.
“What are you doing, Scootaloo?” shouted Silver, the clackclackclack of her shoes as she raced to them a far cry from how she’d entered Cheerilee’s classroom. The two pairs of soaked panties that flashed in front of her vision was turning her on though, another rush of liquid lust crashing into her panties and barely seeping through the material. “It wasn’t enough one of your Crusader friends got us in trouble; now you’re trying to screw an A-plus out of our teacher!?”
In a spray of saliva, Scoots quickly ripped her lips from Cheerilee’s own. Their hips ground together, drawing out rough pants from them— - and a mewl from Silver, as she ground her clit between her own legs.
Scootaloo panicked. “I-It’s not just about our grade! Y’said the only only pony she was with that day was Thunder…” Then Scootaloo’s jaw dropped even further, staring at Cheerilee as the teacher strained to meet her lips again. “No way,” Scoots breathed.
“Yes way— - you’re making out with our teacher!” Silver hissed. “And if you think it’ll do anything to make her change our grade—-!”
“What I’m doing -umph- is getting off how your stupid eyes and soft lips and supple hips make me feel, Silver!” Scootaloo turned back to Cheerilee in a huff. “And she already changed it —- that D we got was from me trying to butter her up beforehoof! Means the work on the page isn’t all you consider, Miss Cheeri...” Scootaloo leaned down to catch Cheerilee’s lips in another kiss, noticing how Cheerilee’s hands slowly stalked moving up the sides of her tan thighs. “So let’s just see how deserved that D+ was, teach…”
“Exactly how do you think this is going to go down if we’re caught?! ‘‘Y'know, I turned eighteen last week, so it's completely legal for the teach to sunder my vagina!’?” bellowed Silver Spoon. Yet, every step Silver took toward the two mares making out over the table made her hand press harder against the crotch of her shorts. “Damn it! Answer me, Sco—-”
Two motions stole away Silver Spoon’s voice. The first was Scootaloo’s bushy purple tail, whirling around Silver’s mane in an missed attempt to shut her up. The second, however was Cheerilee, her body going taut as she rolled over both herself and Scootaloo on that desk. Dragging Silver with them, the two mares stopped with Cheerilee on top - only for her hands to part another top like she had yesterday. This removal was rough enough that the buttons holding Scootaloo’s shirt together popped off, bouncing around the classroom’s walls and desk.
Scootaloo was the first to speak. “Miss Che-ah!- what are you doing-Ahh!- Oh!” Then Cheerilee’s lips were on her tit again, the dusky nipple atop of it being lapped like a cherry.
Silver could have scoffed at the loud suckling sounds from Cheerilee’s mouth clamping on one of Scoot’s breasts, but that’d only be possible if she was able to speak at all. Currently, that task was proving impossible, with her mouth full of Cheerilee’s muff as it ground into Scootaloo’s skirt-covered snatch. But soon, her screams turned into gasps as she took in more of the potion and pussy-thick musk of Cheerilee.
Cheerilee’s mind was tunneling out, going back to that glorious feeling of being full. Once again, her mouth was full of supple skin. Scoot’s breast, glazed with salty sweat, was being bathed by Cheerilee’s tongue. Meanwhile, Silver’s resolve in the face of her soaking slit had faded long ago, her tongue softly prodding at Cheerilee’s folds. She moaned around her double-stuffing, her tongue and hips swiveling and coaxing out moans.
They even moaned similar to how they looked, two compact bodies gyrating against Cheerilee’s. Scootaloo’s gasps were short, short, cute— - like her wings straining against her arms and open shirt— - and Silver’s were sharp, long, deep. That latter wail was divine as it rippled into Cheerilee’s folds, especially after the silver tongue behind them lashed further into her cunt-walls.
Cheerilee’s tail quickly wrapped around Silver Spoon’s neck, the pink scarf slightly choking Silver.. However, it only made Silver's grip around Cheerilee’s left flank grow tighter, her tongue-work go faster, and Silver’s unattended right hand drill right into her own pussy.
Soft sloshing noises rang around the room, as Silver pleasured two mares’ folds at once and Cheerilee’s slurping of Scoot’s nipple got noisier. Cheerilee, still entranced by her last romp with Thunderlane, nearly had that spell over her break when she groped for those testicles and found nothing. Cheerilee’s hands plunged to a different target instead— Scootaloo’s wings, preening each feather like it was her own curly mane.
Scootaloo howled in bliss, her secret shame being treated like a temple by the teacher trembling over her. So many times, for so long, Scootaloo had hated those wings. Even her jumping for joy during ‘Take your Sibling to School Day’ fell short of joining those Wonderbolts in the sky. Wonderbolts like her idol Rainbow Dash - the statuesque Element of Harmony she still pined over. So of course she tried to wallop Diamond Tiara’ for saying she’d never join them; for a while, Scoots feared Diamond was right. But to know her teacher had fucked one of those very Wonderbolts… by Luna, it was hot. And now she was getting that same Wonderbolt treatment as Cheerilee slurped her nipple like it was the bulb of Thunderlane’s mammoth cock.
Fuck, thought Scootaloo as her loins and teeth clenched in bliss, what else did they do? What else could she do to me?Her wings stiffened and twitched against’ Cheerilee's massaging fingers, and a rich purr spilled from between her teeth.
For Silver Spoon, however, her mind was once thick with regret. She’d lost the potion she’d saved to relive her friends anxiety all over her teacher, she was now snout-deep in her muff while a Crusader was getting off… and Silver loved every second. She shouldn’t have; she was clearly losing her lofty position in this school, and getting in more trouble with… this! But with every second Cheerilee's sweet scent and sweeter nectar ran across her lips and tongue, those worries faded further away.
Was this how it was for Miss -oh!- Cheerilee? When she and that Wonderbolt… Soon it wasn’t just Cheerilee whose mind was thick with pictures of that strapping stallion, head-to-toe in blue nylon. Silver’s hands worked harder at her folds, wondering how it’d feel with a dick as thick as his inside her. Soon she was gasping, thrashing her thighs against the bottom of the desk, moaning wantonly into her teacher’s pussy as her own was reamed by her needy fingers.
And between both Silver and Scoots, Cheerilee screamed, her own orgasm finally brought about by that sinful tongue of Silver’s plunging into her cunny. Her walls convulsed, spraying wonderfully pungent marecum across Silver’s snout.
The feel of her vibrating body against her wingfeathers, her clamped hiss, her jerking pelvis, made Scoots come too. With a desperate cry of “Cheerilee, fuuuuck~!” Scootaloo came, her hips snapping into Cheerilee’s as one of her hands lowered down and yanked at her panties so hard they tore. Still, she didn’t care, the rush of air meeting her nethers as the spewed crystalline sap was fucking awesome. 20% so, to borrow from the Cloudominium-housed pegasus that her screams were getting loud enough to reach. Or so she hoped.
Between the sweet sap trickling into her maw and the tail’s grip on her throat tightening, Silver Spoon short-circuited. Her purple eyes shimmered as she joined the other mares in climax, her slim fingers jumping as she came over them. Her shorts were ruined, her shirt was following suit with Scoot’s squirts landing home in wet cotton, and her jaw was about to unhinge with how it stretched open like a bitch in heat for Cheerilee’s juices. But she didn’t care, and was increasingly glad of losing her mind to this carnal onslaught.
As her climax ebbed, Scootaloo weakly stretched her wings, backing her elbows on the desk. With a push, she and Cheerilee rose to sitting positions, their hair sticking to each others’ foreheads as they panted in each other’s faces. Scootaloo shrugged off her shirt before turning to the face rising up on the table’s lip.
Free from Cheerilee’s rump at last, Silver Spoon reached out a sticky palm and shoved Scootaloo into the chair at the other end of the desk with a yelp. “Hope you’re happy, Scootaloo.” she hissed, leaning over the desk to rearrange the papers on it. “Now you’re dead weight and I still have to run back to Zecora for an antidote.”
“Trust me… High-Ho Silver…” purred Scootaloo. At this stage, it was no longer an insult. “Only thing that’d make me happier… is knowing how Thunderlane treated Miss Cheerilee...”
“Why would you care? Neither of us have a dick, so—-?”
A sloshing sound behind her finally drew Shivers attention, right before Cheerilee’s hands hooked around her jean shorts and yanked them down. Gasping at the feel of her shiny rump being exposed, Silver turned to the culprit— - and gasped at what was happening to the concoction sprayed across Cheerilee’s front. Right now, it was reforging between her soaked legs, into an obscenely large horsecock. Still as blue as the mix that made it, whatever didn’t make its clear blue shaft pooled underneath to form two ripe testes.
Before Silver could protest— - or even think— - Cheerilee shoved Silver front-first over her desk. Papers and nameplates clattered to the floor as she hoisted her heavy cock between Silver’s legs, prodding at her leaking labia. And in front of them both, Scootaloo adjusted herself in Cheerilee’s seat, mesmerized by the rutting her project partner was about to get.
“Oh, Silver...You shouldn’t have…” Then her gooey girth was sliding in between Silver’s cheeks and Cheerilee's dazed look faded into a rictus grin. It wasn’t from hypnotism— - too much of the goo over her body was now plunging into Silver’s for it to plague her mind anymore. Now it was because what they'd tried to make her do. Oooh, how much Cheerliee wanted to pay them— -and Spoiled— - back for toying around with her. And as that slick shaft fully sank into Silver, the shorter mare’s eyes narrowed at seeing Scootaloo about to finger her own folds, right in front of her.
“Scootaloo--ooooh- you horndog! Do something!” The something was to ‘run for help’, or ‘haul the lust-lost Cheerilee out of my gaping clit’. Scoots had settled for another option though, which was ‘turn, brace her knees on the desk, and ram her wet snatch into Silver’s face.’ It was a thoroughly unhelpful move for Silver, but great for both students’ pleasure, as Silver’s need took over again. Gripping her fingers into Scoots’ heart-shaped ass, she dug into that pussy again, Scoots’ moan muffled by the chair cushions her face was smashed into.
Each time Cheerilee roughly thrust into Silver’s clit, Silver would spear herself further into Scoot’s cunt. When Cheerilee drew her mammoth goo-member back, both Silver and Scootaloo would start fingering their snatches, the lewd sloshing spurring Cheerilee into pounding Silver harder. Soon, their debauched act filled the classroom with pungent maresap, and the plapplapplap both Cheerilee and Silver gave as they slammed into ready rumps.
“Deeper,” hissed Scoots, grinding her groin further into Silver’s face. Her words were to Silver, but to Cheerilee, the thought of her and Thunderlane rutting on that thick tree-branch reached back into her mind, and she yearned to replay it. Reaching down, she looped an arm around Silver’s right shoulder, trapping her in a half nelson. Then, Silver’s opposite leg was hitched up in the same manner, and Cheerilee thrust deep into Silver’s sloppy clit, the new angle letting her cockbulb prod against the teen’s g-spot with reckless abandon.
Soon, Scoots got what she wanted anyway, as Silver’s cries— - roars of rapture, really— - shot into her cunt. Scootaloo shoved herself back on Silver’s face, seeing her snout wedge its way into her honeypot, just enough to make her howl in bliss. Silver, stuck between one mare’s cunt and another cock, was close. “R-rut me, Miss Chee-ah!” she gasped, shuddering against both bare as they rode her on both ends like a Manehattan cart.
This time, they all came together. Well, in Cheerilee’s case, it was more like burst. “Silver, yeeess!” she screamed, as her last thrust into Silver’s pussy made her slick dick swell, glowing blue with the pressure. In a messy cascade, it shot itself into Silver’s snatch, forcing her into her own orgasm as it filled her insides with its own spunk.
That release soon turned sparkling at both ends of Silver Spoon, as she and Scootaloo both can, screaming their climax into the soft cushions their faces were buried in. Silver got the better deal, though— - her headrest was Scoot’s plump ass, making her mewl as she kneaded it in afterglow.
Cheerilee was the first to disengage, stepping back to look at Silver’s swollen stomach and cunt. Tiny dripples of blue paste seeped from her legs, and sanity was seeping back into Cheerilee’s mind at the same pace.
“Okay…” she began, looking at the two teens sprawled across her desk. “I’ll find Zecora and the antidote, you prepare a new paper for next week, everything before we leave this detention never hits another pony’s ear. Are we clear?”
“Crystal, teach.” whispered Silver. Scootaloo could only give a thumbs-up.
Cheerliee slowly looked down to her blue-splotched clothing. Now only to get to that hut without running into anypony. The way her blue-stretched clothing pasted to her skin made her hips clench. Or thinking of Thunderlane...
