A Blue Sunshine

“Is Miss Cheerilee… okay?” Silver Spoon asked Diamond Tiara, the latter shrugging as her first response.

“I guess? She always looks like that every Friday…”

Sweetie Belle butted in, leaning in to avoid being heard by their teacher. “Yeah, but… she’s been smiling for half an hour. Whatever happened to the quiz we were doing in any case?”

“Shhh! I don’t know half the things on it!” Scootaloo interjected quickly, showing her nearly blank paper. “If she’s making gaga eyes, then she must be texting with her boyfriend. I say let her be and forget about the quiz like last time.”

Apple Bloom sighed heavily. “Again with that? What makes yah think Miss Cheerilee has a lover boy?”

Her two best friends pointed a finger at their giggling, blushing teacher. “Tell me that’s not the face of a mare in love,” Scootaloo deadpanned.

“Really? Maybe she’s excited about something that happens on Friday?” Snails offered, smiling dopily. “Miss Cheerilee must be really happy to smile like that, right?”

“Now that you mention it,” Diamond Tiara began. “She always acts like this only on Fridays, right?”

“Oh yeaaaah. And she texts and smiles in class only when she leaves Ponyville for the weekend, right?” Sweetie Belle added. “And she’s been like that for, what, eight months?”

The fillies and colt stared at their teacher for several seconds, watching her slowly text, clearly musing her words as she giggled now and again, either due to a funny thought passing through her mind or because she received a text from whomever she was talking with.

Suddenly, the bell rang, and, unlike any other day, the students were not the first to jump to their hooves at the hearing of that most glorious sound; the signal that indicated their freedom from the drudgery of education. But instead, it was their teacher who had stood up, placed her phone in between her bountiful K+-cup breasts, and turned to her class. “Class, I will see you Monday. The quiz is canceled seeing as our time was cut short, you may take it home for further studying, as a new version shall greet you Monday.”

The fillies and colts groaned in defeat.

“Now, now. It is a fair deal, is it not? How about this, I won’t give you more homework to do, eh?” And just like that, she became their favorite pony in the world once again. “Okay! Now, have a good evening children!” She spent the next few minutes calmly and dutifully seeing her class out of the classroom. Once the last was out, she locked the school as per protocol and then rushed to her house.

Unbeknownst to her, five fillies had remained back to see their teacher leave in a hurry. The five fillies shared worried yet curious glances between each other. Curious due to her puzzling actions. Worried due to her more visible effects.

Maybe their teacher had noticed, though her actions objected to the contrary. Over the past few months, they had laid witness to the slow but visible changes about her persona. She was still the caring, sweet, and bestest teacher they knew and love. But they had also noticed some… oddities.

The most prominent one being her clothing. She had always been a casual, prim, and proper mare. She’d never wear anything that showed more than the tiniest peek of her cleavage, her skirts always reached past her knees, she would never wear high heels, makeup was out of the question.

Maybe it was due to the libertarian influence of the neighboring School of Friendship, or maybe she wanted to see how close she could topple around the strict dressing regulations of the school. She did teach to fillies and colts, after all. But over the months her clothing had gotten lax and more revealing. It started with her wearing short heels, replacing her flat schooling council-approved shoes. Then, her skirts began getting shorter and shorter by what felt like millimeters at a time.

Her usual professional coat had been replaced by formal blouses and finally by more casual, yet elegant shirts. All in all, nothing that roused many questions, but that was only the beginning. One day, their teacher came to class wearing silk pantyhoses. She began wearing makeup, too, just to accentuate her beautiful features: longer eyelashes, eye shadow, some blush, and a fine sheet of colorless lipstick, as color lipstick was forbidden. The changes had been so slow and gradual that by the time the fillies, and pretty much everyone else, noticed them, she was wearing a skirt that barely passed regulations, pantyhoses, high heels, and a professional shirt with an undershirt that hugged her gorgeous figure perfectly.

The biggest change, however, was the huge amount of cleavage she now showed as her shirt contained her tits from spilling out. Recently, though, the fillies noticed she had forgone the use of a bra altogether.

As the five eighteen-year-old fillies stared at their teacher disappear in the backdrop of the town. They were wearing their standard-issue uniform: white shirt, plaid skirt, white socks, and their shoes. Each girl had matured beautifully, with Apple Bloom and Silver Spoon possessing G-cup breasts, Diamont Tiara and Sweetie Belle coming in second place with F-cups, and Scootaloo sitting with a modest EE-cup.

“You know, Scootaloo?” Silver Spoon said, pressing her chest against said pegasus back. “I kinda hope you’re right.”

While the fillies retired themselves from their hiding bush, Cheerilee continued her way until she reached her home. She didn’t even feel the strain from running halfway through Ponyville in high heels as she entered her room. She giggled and cried giddily, hugging her phone and blushing madly; her heart pounding hard against her chest as she rolled over across her bed.

She pulled her phone up to shift her screensaver to that of her special somepony. She couldn’t say boyfriend because they still had to take that step, but she’d never felt as strongly for a stallion before in her life the way she did for him. Sure, she’d had a few dates, flings, and even two proper but short-lived relationships, but she had never experienced love as intensely as she did now.

Shaking her head, she stood up and slapped her cheeks gently to pull herself out of her love-induced stupor. “Right! You have no time to waste, Cheerilee! Pull yourself together, you only have two hours to prepare before leaving for Canterlot.”

Nodding to herself, she undressed, neatly folding her clothes and setting them aside. She bathed, groomed her tail, mane, and fur. Put on her perfume, a gift from her beloved, just as several pairs of shoes and high heels, dresses, and all kinds of clothes. She giggled, remembering the time he tried to gift her a precious necklace, but she rejected it. She’d never liked frivolous things like that, though she accepted the clothes and other utensils openly.

“Poor darling of mine,” she started. “Why do I get the feeling all these gifts are like a bribe to keep me at his side? The look of fear in his eyes… that I might reject it. Surely, I must be imagining things,” she shook her head. “But a stallion with so many bits shouldn’t have a problem getting any mare he wants!” Silence fell for several cold seconds. “So why does he settle for just me?” Again, she shook her head, this time more violently as she turned to her reflection.

“NO!” She yelled. “Remember what Log Point told you, Cheerilee! You shouldn’t think like that! Hasn’t he done enough? Hasn’t he shown us he loves you!? He isn’t a married stallion, you aren’t some hussy homewrecker! He is genuine, not a scumbag trying to get in between your legs, nor a wretched being with several mares on the side. And he cares for you, even if his requests and rules are bizarre!”

Silence fell once more as she stared at herself in the mirror. “Then… what could he be hiding from me?” Sighing, she returned her focus to get ready for her incoming date. “Let’s see… he asked me to use… this one?” She asked outloud as she picked out an extremely high-quality dress, even if it was rather… showy. But she didn’t care. It was what her beloved bought her, what he wanted her to wear, and she desired to please him more than anything else.

As she splayed her dress across her bed, she moved to her drawer to pull out a small box. Blushing with embarrassment but feeling hot and excited, she opened it and gulped as she witnessed its contents. “I hope he likes my surprise~” She turned to her reflection, her smile faltering a little. “Is this really alright, though? Aren’t I taking advantage of him? Maybe…” Shaking her head, her smile turned pitiful. “There you go again, Cheerilee, putting yourself in between the way to happiness. What’s the worst that can happen? If it doesn’t work, it won’t and that’s it. You silly mare, what’s there to fear?”

“Except for lies and secrets…”

With another sigh, she put those thoughts aside and began getting ready for her date.

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The tread out of her home to the train station was uneventful, minus a few stares as she boarded her wagon; her body concealed by a richly woven overcoat that reached past her knees. She sat on the VIP section, as always, her ticket paid by Log Point in advance. As she waited through the half an hour trip to Canterlot, Cheerilee couldn’t contain her joy to see her beloved once again.

She blushed heavily, her mind racing on what he would do or say when the time to reveal her gift came.

Her ride ended as always with a final cry from the train’s siren. She left the wagon, clutching her overcoat as she boarded a private carriage, again, already waiting for her by order of her mysterious beloved.

“Was your trip enjoyable, Miss?” The chauffeur asked politely.

“Indeed so, Driver,” she replied with a warm smile, which caused him to smile in turn for a moment as his attention never left the road. Although she’d prefer to call him by his name, whatever that was, not knowing the names or even the faces of Log Point’s servants, as they wore suave masks to hide their appearance, she had grown accustomed to his odd ways to keep his privacy.

Well, he’s a noble, so he can’t be seen directly interacting with a commoner so openly, right? She thought before speaking once more. “Where are we going today, Driver? I must confess I am intrigued that Log Point didn’t tell me where our date was going to take place today.” She began tapping her chin for a moment as Driver hummed, a telltale sign that he couldn’t reveal that to her, but was musing a way for him to give a hint. “I hope it’s to Seaside Stride or Balacouri or Golden Wind! I loved those restaurants so much! Balacouri had a dish of that delicious fish, salmon, I think, that was to die for!” She chirped happily, complete with a little drool falling from the side of her mouth.

Driver chortled. “Oh, excuse me, Miss. You are too pure and innocent,” he sighed. “Master is lucky to have caught the eye of such a lovely mare. As for your destination, all I can say is that you may expect a rather change from your usual dining places,” he mused for a moment, the words dancing at the tip of his tongue. “Like looking to Four Alicorns at the same time, I gather.”

“Four Alicorns?” Cheerilee repeated, confused. Driver nodded, silence falling between the two while he drove and she was deep in thought. As the trip continued, her destination came into view. Her eyes went wide and her body became stiff. “Y-You can’t be serious!?”

“I’m afraid Master is quite serious, Miss,” Driver replied, not missing a beat.

“There!?”

“Indeed.”

“Seriously!?”

“Quite.”

“How did he even-!?”

Driver chuckled as words failed her. “It wasn’t an issue for Master, Miss. And I assure you, he is most eagerly awaiting your arrival.”

Cheerilee heard him but didn’t care. She was far too busy watching the magnificent ‘Princesses Palace’, the most expensive, most luxurious, most visited restaurant by Canterlot’s nobility. Directly founded by Princess Cadance herself to serve both as a restaurant and as a diplomatic meeting ground. A place where foreign dignitaries could be entertained with the best meal Equestria could provide. It had also become Princesses Celestia and Luna to enjoy the occasional diner. As for Princess Twilight Sparkle, while she had never visited it before, had used her authority to secure it for private events.

Their signature display were four statues, one for each of the official Alicorn Princesses of Equestria and the Crystal Empire. Driver stopped the carriage, getting the curious looks of a few patrons and their chaperons. The stallion walked to the other side of the carriage, offering a hand to Cheerilee to step down.

Cheerilee sighed. “This again?” She muttered, accepting his hand for a moment before pushing it away, stepping down on her own; causing the onlookers to whisper and mutter.

“Miss!” Driver implored. “Master has told you this is just regular protocol, has he not?”

“Indeed he has,” she replied, making her way to the entrance to the luxurious restaurant. “But I don’t need to be treated like a Lady in Waiting!”

“But Miss, please, it is a mere formality that beckons respect between nobles, high and low!” Driver expressed as he followed her, noticing her slightly uneven pace caused by distraught and nervousness.

“Then it’s a good thing I’m not a noble, right?” She replied with a smile.

“...” Driver smiled. “Master is lucky, indeed,” he said, confusing the educator, before bowing. “Then I shall wait for your departure, Miss. Have a pleasant meal and time.”

Cheerilee stared at Driver for a few seconds as he returned to the carriage. Thinking nothing more of his comment, she advanced. In but a few steps she reached the entrance of the restaurant. Six platinum stars decorated the archway, miniature sculpted figures of the Princess were seen on both walls. The floor was of pristine marble, and everything else was decorated with the most extravagant decoration without looking tacky or overbearing.

“Ah, how may I help you, Miss-?” Asked the Hosting Chief.

“Cheerilee,” she replied.

“OH! Madame Cheerilee!” The Chief left his post to stand before her, bowing deeply in respect. “We have been eagerly awaiting your arrival! Sir Log Point arrived mere minutes before you and is waiting for you at your table,” raising, he snapped his fingers.

Immediately after, two hostesses with H-cup breasts (by her estimates) wearing traditional skimpy bunny suits walked out from concealed doors towards her. Cheerilee understood and willfully removed her overcoat, handing it to one of the hostesses.

“...Oh!” The Chief muttered before coughing. “P-Please, follow me, Madame!” He exclaimed, turning around in a haste.

Cheerilee tried to walk upright and proudly, with a confident stride with each step she took. Keyword being ‘tried’. Despite her now frequent run-ins with nobility and other notorious figures, even if only in passing and hardly every directly, she couldn’t shake off the feeling that she didn’t belong in that world, yet the pull and desire to be with her beloved, her burning love for him pushed her forth with a shy, tentative step.

“Who is she?”

“Who knows? I’ve never seen her before. But she looks like a fine piece of art~”

“You are so easily pleased. Look at her step, her posture. It’s obvious she’s not a born noble.”

“Maybe she’s a Mistress? A rejected bastard child now accepted by her father?”

“I think I recognize her… Of course! I think she’s the same mare I saw hanging from that scoundrel of Log Point’s thread!”

“Seriously!? Did he found himself a mare to play with? And a filthy commoner?”

“Commoner or not, she’s a beauty that packs massive tits! Just look at them jiggle.”

“I bet she’s a two-bit whore.”

Cheerilee didn’t pay attention to them or their comments. She’d gotten used to the elitist and ignorant beliefs most nobles clung to. Or, as Log Point puts it, ‘they can’t handle others taking the spotlight away from them and that makes their crybaby assholes butthurt’, she thought, a smile spreading across her face.

It was a crude way to put it, but she had to admit he was right. Some were forward with their desires, while others masked their contempt behind petty insults. Taking glances around, she noticed several of those that were badmouthing her were mares of various ages. The one trait most of them had were their breasts, while massive and desirable, were fake. Either enhanced by some form of temporary magic or directly implanted.

The stallions, however, were far simpler and honest. Were she a changeling, she’d probably choke on the lust they directed her way. Then again, she could hardly blame them. She didn’t like to brag, but she knew her figure was enviable, not to mention her bountiful chest, always part of her alluring charm.

She could blame them even less given what she was wearing, though.

While she had never dreamt of coming to the Princesses Palace, two of her close friends, Octavia Melody and Vinyl ‘DJ-Pon3’ Scratch, had performed a few times in it and thus told her some interesting info. Due to Princess Cadance directly funding the restaurant, she’d insisted on more liberal terms of clothing that aligned to that of the Crystal Empire for ‘cultural enrichment’. Meaning that anything short of nudity and full exposure was permitted, and her current dress, she felt, danced on the razor’s edge of that tolerance.

Her breasts were supported by two thin purple straps of clothing that barely hugged her breasts back against her chest. They ran down her body starting from her neck, going in front of her massive, juicy, milky breasts and ended joining a larger piece of the same cloth around her waist. From there, a thin near see-through loincloth descended in between her legs ending just shy of reaching her knees.

The straps hugged her breasts, pressing against them to simulate a sense of stability. While the fabric was beyond comfortable, it didn’ cover much as it was only a few centimeters wide. As it passed over her bare breasts, since the use of a bra was entirely impractical, the fabric made a perfect outline of her nipples, but only her nipples. Most of her areolas remained exposed on each side of the fabric, even as it was spread as wide as it could go.

Next was her step, as with each step she took, no matter how careful or slow, it made her cloud-soft milk juggers bounce, jiggle, and sway in a near hypnotic fashion. Their movements soft, tender, and natural; carried and accentuated by the full weight of true feminine beauty and natural gifts.

The dress left her back entirely exposed until it reached her equally supple derriere, as only the barest of glances could be seen at each side of her hips and buttocks. But her long legs and thighs were free for all to admire, carrying her onwards on high heels that only furthered her gorgeous figure all the more. At her sides, hugging her waist past the sem of her dress, two lines of black leather clung to her body, unable to let go. Even a blind pony could see those straps belonged to a thin, criminally small thong… or, perhaps, maybe something as lewd as a g-string.

Her face was adorned with luscious red lipstick, some blush, and eyeshadow that never took any attention from her refined features. And finally, her neck was adorned with a simple sapphire, the first gift she’d gotten from him and only at her request. The only piece of jewelry she’d accepted from him.

Cheerilee could feel the stares on her, the loathing envy and hatred coming from most of the mares around her (except most of the staff and the few decent noble mares present), and the lust from practically every stallion present.

And she loved it. She loved being stared at that way, with hatred, envy, repugnance, and lust. The first time it happened it had awakened something within her she thought didn’t exist, but she couldn’t stop a shiver run up her spine as she was seen and judged as little more than a toy, a whore bought by a wealthy noble to be used, abused, and then discarded. She knew that wasn’t the case, but the thrill of it was too intoxicating and she reveled in those lustful stares.

Yet, even so, one stare shone brighter than all others. Her eyes saw the masked figure of her yellow-maned beloved waiting for her.

Showing her eagerness in her step, Cheerilee hurried to table her darling Log Point was sitting next to. Her vivid stride made her breasts and ass jiggle and bounce with each step; her breasts dangling over the edge of slipping out of their flimsy constrainment.

“My Cheerful blossom, you’ve finally arrived,” Log Point said, suave but firm and oh so romantic as she arrived within arm’s reach of him; standing up in a flash to capture her in a tight hug.

The hug lasted for several long seconds, Cheerilee pressed her tits as hard as she could against his strong chest, wishing for him to feel her desire and love. She could feel herself getting excited as he grabbed her lower jaw, not forcefully and with all the care he could muster, and then force his lips upon hers; sealing them in a tight, wet kiss as their tongues gently danced inside her mouth.

She moaned into him, hugging him tighter and wrapping her arms around the back of his neck as he did the same, but not against her neck, but rather her derriere. She moaned harder as his hands groped and squeezed her buttocks as he saw fit, even pushing forward his hard-on against her belly just to make her put out her ass. He moved aside her rear-cloth to squeeze her ass tighter, giving the onlookers mere flashes of the thin, nearly worthless piece of leathery straps that functioned as her choice of underwear.

The kiss lasted for the better part of a minute; it being slow, passionate, calculated, and deep. There was undeniable love in their display, love rarely seen in nobility. But even love so bright was nothing compared to the suffocating lust emanating from them both. Lips were released and two hands fell to smack her asscheeks thrice each; her flesh jiggling with ripples filled with desire and satisfaction.

“You wear that dress with the elegance of a Bee Queen, dear,” Log Point said, smiling as he let go of her lower back. Moving around her body, his hands never truly her as he caressed her skin and fur softly as he moved them, ending underneath her large breasts. “Soft, tender, and magnificent. Truly, the mark of hidden beauty,” he praised her as he cupped her breasts without a trace of shame.

Cheerilee moaned in response, pushing back against his chest trying to grow closer to him as he began to grope and squeeze as if he owned them. Like he owned her. “Y-You don’t think they’re big, flabby, and ugly?” She teased.

“Perish the thought!” He exclaimed vividly. Following his words, he squeezed her breasts with intent, bringing out her nipples to press against the fabric of her dress even more to the point of nearly exposing them. “How could I ever not love these, dear? Big, bountiful, heavy but never overbearing,” he leaned forth, his mouth brushing against her right ear. Then, he said in a knowing, lustful tone that was a failed attempt at subtly, for his voice reached many of the listening ears around them. “You know you’re the most beautiful work of art currently present, right? My crowning display for all to admire. Tell me, is the dress to your liking?”

She keened, a trickle of her desire running down a thigh before answering. “You’re making a scene, Log Point,” she stated, eyes darting to all sides to see several dinners murmuring between themselves. She shuddered under her beloved’s intoxicating touch. “But… you should know. You bought me this dress for me to use on our date, after all.”

“That’s not what I asked, slut,” he pressed, squeezing her breasts tighter, a nipple finally popping out of its confines. Quickly, he grabbed it as a few gasps were heard. Desperately, he began pinching and pulling at it in the same way a farmer would do when milking the udder of a cow.

“Mmfffff~!” Cheerilee moaned, giving precisely zero fucks about being exposed in front of so many. If anything, it only made her more excited. “Deeeeeear~ Ponies are looooking~”

“Then let them look as I play with my favorite plaything, my precious whore,” he kissed the back of her head. “That’s what you are, are you not? A filthy whore up for grabs, willing to sell yourself to anyone able to pay you two bits? A fucking gold-digging bitch, are you not?”

She moaned, melting in his embrace. She knew his play, his words, and his want. His words carried no malice, just lust and wanton desire, but also fear and anger beneath the erotism. He loved to hear her deny it, to say to him she was but a meek teacher.

But today is different, she reminded herself. Either this will break or further our relationship. With that in mind, Cheerilee turned her head and Log Point obliged her silent request to share a quick, chaste kiss before answering. “I’m your whore, beloved,” she muttered with all the confidence and honesty she could muster. She could feel him physically tremble and then froze for a moment, leaving him speechless.

His bereft estate of mind only lasted a few seconds before he regained control of his actions at the same time a waitress clad in a skimpy maid outfit approached them with a tray. Settling two small cups, one on each spot, she turned to the couple.

“Uhm, sir? P-Policies dictate that your partner must remain clothed,” she said as politely as she could.

“Oh, right, right, sorry,” he chuckled before returning her dress to its proper, slightly less revealing position. “I was hoping to get some milk with my coffee, though.”

“At once, sir,” the waitress said, but before she could move to retrieve the crystal container holding temperate, precious milk, Log Point scoffed.

“I don’t drink that stale thing, waitress. Whenever I drink milk, it must either be Czwa’Dechat milk from Prance or just the highest of Mare-Milk available,” he smiled, groping Cheerilee’s breasts once more, cupping them to make them bounce at his leisure. “It’s a shame my dear can’t make milk on her own. I’d love to drink my coffee with her sweet, exquisite taste,” he turned his attention to the waitress. “Begone, now. I shall call for you when we are ready to order.” Letting go of his date’s soft-as-cloud tits, he pulled out a leather wallet and picked out a bill and handed it over to the waitress. “The previous incident was but a sad misunderstanding.”

The waitress nodded, tucking the bill in between the valley of her breasts. “Of course, sir. I must’ve been confused. Please, enjoy your coffee and your stay.” She said before leaving the pair alone.

The couple moved to sit and Log Point, ever a gentlestallion, of course, pulled the chair for her to sit. Not without giving her a loud smack across her fine ass and a final squeeze to one of her tits before moving to his seat.

“So, tell me, how was your week?” And like that, his domineering demeanor was replaced by his caring, loving self.

Cheerilee giggled internally as she proceeded to tell him about her daily, mundane life. Throughout their diner, they shared a mostly uneventful evening filled with excellent food, excellent service, excellent wine, excellent everything. They chatted, laughed, and joked around looking more like casual friends than a proper couple.

Around them, the whispers and stares continued unabated. Envious mares and lecherous stallions alike ogled her tits as they swayed and jiggled with every movement she made; all hoping to see her Rarity For You designed exclusive dress tore itself apart under the influence of her heavy mammaries, even if the reasons of each group were different.

As Log Point ordered the check, Cheerilee drank the last of her wine to gather up her courage. Resolute, she spoke what she had been planning to ask for some time now even as her hands trembled. “Log Point?”

“Hmm?” He mused with a smile. However, it fell the moment he saw her expression. “Oh dear, Cheerilee, what is it?”

“I know we depart after our dates are concluded… but I was hoping if I could give you a gift?” She asked sheepishly.

His smile returned. “A gift? My cheerful blossom, you shouldn’t have!” He ended with a chortle, extending an arm to receive whatever she’d gotten him.

It warmed her heart to see no hesitation on his part, nor an excuse to avoid receiving it. “I… don’t have it with me. Or, well, I do, but I can’t give it to you here, beloved,” she gulped, knowing her next words would either bring forth pain or joy. “I was hoping to give it to you… in private?”

Log Point’s smile dropped slowly. “...Oh…” His single response brought forth his understanding. “I see…” He looked to the side as the waitress arrived with his check.

“I-If you don’t want to, that’s fine! I… I was only--”

“No, no… you’re right…” he interjected, sighing heavily. “Remember when we met during that field trip of yours? When we stumbled in the garden?”

She sighed dreamily. “How could I forget? You nearly fell to the fountain thanks to me being distracted.”

“Best hit I’ve ever received. I can think of worse things than getting pushed back by a pair of big, soft breasts!” He laughed. “Gods! Eight months have passed since then… eight wonderful months, Cheerilee. You have no idea what our time together means to me,” he chuckled, silence roaring for several seconds. “My dear, I… I have a confession to make. You see, I’ve been lying--”

“About who you are?” Cheerilee finished, smiling softly at him; her heart fluttering widely at hearing a confession she’d wish to hear for so long.

He looked puzzled for a moment, his mask doing little to hide it. “You… figured it out?”

“Please, Log Point, I may be a commoner and uneducated compared to you or any of the nobles around us, but I’m a teacher that has been taking care of the same class for over a decade. And not only that, but I live in Ponyville. I’m not dumb, I always knew you’ve been hiding your identity from me.”

“...And yet you remained at my side?” He asked with trepidation.

“Because, fortunately for you, I care more about personalities than names. You’ve been honest with me in every other regard, so the least I could do was respect your rules and secret identity,” she explained, smiling sweetly at him. “I love you, whoever you are under that mask.”

Log Point stood up, leaving more than enough bills to pay for their meal and stay, and offered a hand to his lady. Cheerilee accepted and quickly found herself standing on her hooves. As they left the restaurant, Log Point, for once, didn’t immediately grope her as he normally would. Instead, he walked more upright than usual. Proud and fulfilled, even.

They walked out of the restaurant, the hostesses returning Cheerilee her overcoat, and approached their carriage. Driver saw them and smiled.

“Ah, good evening, Master. Miss. I hope everything was to your liking?” He asked as he opened the door. “I gather there was a change of plans? Where must I deliver you on this rising night?”

“Take us home, Magnus,” Log Point replied, sitting next to Cheerilee rather than across. He draped an arm across her shoulders, shamelessly freeing her left breast as he began playing with her tit.

“M-Master!” Magnus gawked in response, but not to his action. “A-Are you sure? Are you certain?” He asked, elated while glancing between him and a blushing Cheerilee. “Is… is Miss--?”

Log Point nodded. “I think… I’ve found her.”

“Master… my Young Master,” Magnus said, falling to his knees and crying happily. “Miss! I cannot… words fail me! Thank you! Thank you!” He cried several times before getting to his hooves, bowing, and then closed the door before getting on the driver’s seat.

“...what was that all about?” Cheerilee asked, unphased that her beloved was playing with her tit. She was less so when he used his magic to shift her position, making her sit on his lap, the other strap of her dress set aside to free her breasts completely. Then, he buried his head in between them, sniffing and kissing them wherever he could while his hands kneaded and groped them.

He didn’t say anything nor stopped until his entire head was enveloped by her voluptuous breasts and he looked up to her. “Pay it no heed, for you shall soon understand,” he then sniffed her deeply. “I wish you were at my side forever.”

“I can be if you want,” she replied as she caressed his mane. “But I won’t give up my career just to be a trophy wife, beloved.”

“Never a mere trophy wife,” he assured her. He smacked her healthy derriere, groping her ass and spreading her wide as he ground his stiff cock against her moist crotch. “My whore, on the other hand? Always. Always my whore.”

Cheerilee moaned, deeply and sexually. “I’ll be your wife. Your whore, your slut, your bitch, you cocksleeve. Everything you want. Everything you desire.”

“Everything? Anything?” He asked, smacking her ass once more.

“Whatever you desire~” She sang before continuing with a husky voice. “I’ll do anything you order me to do, like I’ve done ‘till now. If you wish to take me out to the park, naked, I’ll bring the leash myself and learn to bark for you.”

“Unnnfff~” He moaned, his cock twitching madly. “Where the fuck has this Cheerilee been hiding!? Who is this nasty slut sitting on my lap and where is my timid educator?”

“She’s one and the same,” she replied, kissing his horn. “I just don’t give a fuck about what others may think of me now. I’ve come to realize I enjoy being ordered around, used, seen, and abused as nothing more than a piece of meat, my beloved,” she then licked his horn from bottom to tip. “You’ve changed me. I’ll do anything you want, anywhere, anytime-” she smiled, showing her depravity behind her sweet lips. “-anyone, if you want that.”

“Fuck that,” he cursed. “You’re mine. Mine!” He exclaimed, smacking her ass and motorboating her breasts. “But… I’ll take on your offer. I’ll drive you to the tipping point of your willingness. I’ll enjoy seeing you degrade yourself for me as nothing more than the whore you truly are. My whore.”

She moaned loudly, emerging from the pits of her throat; his crotch now practically drenched thanks to her slick juices overflowing. “Then make me~”

Log Point smiled. “All in due time, my dear. For now, let us get home.” As he hugged tightly, enjoying the enveloping feeling of her breasts, their weight, and her warmth, he hummed.

“Is something the matter?” She asked.

“I’m just trying to figure out what to give you as a proposal gift since you dislike jewelry?”

They laughed at his poor attempt at a joke but then continued to caress each other in silence until the carriage came to a final halt. Cheerilee dismounted him and moved to readjust her dress, but he stopped her before she could grab the first strap.

“There’s no need for that here,” he explained.

“Master, am I to open the door or do you wish time?” Magnus asked from the outside.

“I’ll be done in a minute, Magnus,” Log Point replied. “Before we continue, I must first reveal you who I am in truth. Just, uhh, please ignore anything you’ve heard about me?” He asked, almost meekly as he moved a hand to his masked face.

Cheerilee gulped, not knowing what to expect from his reveal. He never wore anything related to his cutie mark or title, he never signed anything, he never bore a sigil or logo or even his family name. His alter ego, Log Point, was a complete ghost that had managed to fool the vast majority of the nobility, as he was vilified as a rich, nosey upstart of no value.

As the mask came off and his face was revealed, she gasped, taken aback by what, or rather, who she saw.

“Prince Blueblood?” She said, her body trembling. “I-I’ve been dating Prince Blueblood…,” she felt faint, but her beloved was there to hold her tightly. “T-Thank you,” she said, shaking her head slowly to regain her bearings. She stared into his blue electric eyes for long moments. She’d worked with foals for years, taught them, and carried her class diligently through the years. For her, detecting fear, insecurity, and anxiety in the eyes of others was like second nature.

So, she did the only thing she could do to both assure him and speak the truth: she kissed him. Their tongues didn’t participate in this battle, for there was no need; their lips were more than enough. When they parted, she smiled. “It makes sense, you know?” He tilted his head in confusion. “Why you would be so secretive with your alter ego and why you’re such a massive asshole to mares.”

“Wow,” he exclaimed before chuckling. “Only my aunts, Spike, and my sister have ever told me that to my face,” he hugged her tight. “But… you’re not mad at me for lying to you all this time?”

“I won’t say that I’m not mad, but only a little. Honestly? I was more afraid than anything. I… I feared I was just a phase or just a toy or something like that,” her eyes softened. “I thought it was a one-sided love, that I was fooling myself into believing someone as wonderful as you could really develop feelings for me.”

“I was cautious. Always have been. I have to, for someone in my position. Every gift, every date, every word, and action was a test… at least, in the beginning. I fell in love with you, Cheerilee,” he confessed, his cheeks blushing fiercely. “You have no idea how much I thank the Gods for letting us meet that day. You’ve filled the void in my heart, my love.”

They kissed for a moment, tenderly and passionately.

“What made me special?”

“What doesn’t? Is the correct question, cheerful blossom. Just about everything I’ve ever desired from a wife you possess: looks, mind, heart, and soul… plus your big tits. Can’t forget these melons!” He cried, fondling her breasts for a few seconds making her giggle. “It also helps that you’re not a filthy, fucking, backstabbing gold-digging bitch!” He groaned, burying his face in the valley of her tits.

“Figures,” she replied, caressing his mane and back. “Rarity told me something similar. Your ‘abhorrent personality’ is just an act, right?”

“Can you imagine that!?” He whined. “Being a jerk at best and an asshole at worst all the time!? That’s why I created my Log Point persona, at least then I can act as myself!” He complained once more, finding comfort in the embrace of his soon-to-be fiance and eventually wife. “I’m sorry for acting this way, but seriously, I have to deal with at least ten fake mares trying to seduce me, thinking their family’s name or their looks or spouting nonsense like ‘we’re destined to be together’ and ‘true love’ every. Single. Day.” He sighed, heavily. “You’re my only solace.”

“There, there. I’m here with you, am I not?” She reassured him. “Have you ever regretted turning any of those mares down?”

“Only one: Rarity. After we met in proper and I, upon request of Aunt Celestia, opened up to her, we became fast friends. She forgave me for being an ass to her at the Gala but understood why I did it. Although, now that I know her better and has entered a relationship with my cousin, Spike, she had one crucial flaw,” he smiled mischievously. “She’s not a whore.”

Cheerilee blushed but smiled. “You like whores?”

“I adore whores,” he confessed. “I have only five stallions on my staff. My mentor, my two security managers, my chef, and Magnus, my confidant, aide, and bodyguard. The rest? Sluts, bitches, and whores serving me as maids. And no, I didn’t pick them off the streets. They are properly instructed and educated, often unwanted children of nobles.”

She smiled lustfully. “You can do whatever you want with them?”

He nodded. “They are my property, but they are just staff. To me, they are things and they know it. But you? Oh no. You are my whore. If I want, for I have done so many times, I can fuck any of them. To me, it’s the same as using a fleshlight. I hope… that won’t be a problem?”

“Foals?” She asked, her kinky tone gone, replaced by seriousness.

“None. They are under strict magical and medical regulations to prevent that. Most of them have families outside my state. Outside, they are normal ponies with normal lives. In here and as long as they are employed? They are my things, and nothing more. I would never have a foal with someone I do not love just for quick relief.”

“Then I don’t have a problem,” she replied with a wide, sincere smile.

“Fantastic,” parting from her embrace, he called. “Magnus, you may open the door.”

The door opened to reveal the dying light of the sun as the night began to dominate the heavens. The first thing that Cheerilee saw was a huge mansion bearing a symbol she’d only seen in history books: the symbol or royal sigil of Blueblood. The mansion was pristine and beautiful as it almost seemed to sparkle. As they got out of the carriage, she noticed that they were in a rather large plot of land and very isolated. She could just barely make out the top of the highest spires of Canterlot’s Castle over the mountainside view.

As they moved into the mansion, the gates were opened by an elegant yet elderly stallion wearing a monocle. His eyes widened and a smile spread across his face before he bowed at their approach. “Master Blueblood, it is good to see you’ve found a suitable wife, at long last.”

“Indeed I have, Fernando,” with a clap of the older stallion, over fifty beautiful maids, all between the ages of twenty to forty wearing overtly skimpy maid outfits that exposed their breasts, the smallest being F-cups running up to HH-cups, and asses while they all wore a tiny thong to cover their modesty, or whatever could be covered by a less than an inch wide piece of cloth that outlined their lower lips.

All the maids, smiling and tearing up with joy, bowed in unison. “Welcome home, Master Blueblood!” The Prince raised a hand and the maids straightened.

“You may return to your work. Those that are about to leave for the day, have a safe trip back home.” Without any further instruction, he continued to guide Cheerilee into his fine, ancestral home.

For Cheerilee, walking with her breasts exposed, the experience was nearly surreal, but she accepted it without issue. Even if it was her first time seeing so many jiggling, bouncing, and exposed tits outside of a night club, like those during her wilder years, it wasn’t an uncomfortable feeling. Quite the contrary. She felt a guilty sense of pride that showed as she walked, adding just the tiniest hint of sway to her step to make her juggers jiggle a bit more. She’d never been very proud of her prodigious chest size, but now, in a mansion where hers were the biggest pair, it felt right as she walked up the marble stairs up to the mansion’s second floor.

They arrived at Blueblood's private quarters moments later. Closing the door behind them, Cheerilee was the first to act as she covered his eyes. “I have something I think you might like~”

“Oh?” He replied, intrigued. “What am I to do?”

“Keep your eyes closed and no peeking!” She ended with a giggle.

Blueblood raised an eyebrow along with a curious smirk, but agreed. “Alright, no peeking~” He turned around, covering his own eyes for good measure. Meanwhile, he heard her shuffle for a few seconds.

“You can turn back, beloved,” she said sultrily.

Blueblood turned to see whatever she’d prepared. Opening his eyes, his cock nearly tore through his pants at the sight that awaited him. Her dress was gone and she stood nearly naked in front of him. She only wore the thin thong she’d gifted her for the night and her heels, but then he saw her nipples were covered by a small heart-shaped sticker.

“Tadaaa~” She sang. “Do you like your gift?” She asked.

“More than anything,” he whispered. “Are you wearing pasties?” He smirked at her affirmation. “Where did you even hide them?”

“Now that would be telling, no?” She replied as she took a step back. Before he could say or do anything else, she knelt before him. Then, she lowered herself even more until she was bowing at his hooves. “Prince Blueblood,” she began. “I, Cheerilee Sunflowers, swear to you in the name of the Princesses, the Sun, and the Moon, to be your faithful wife, your companion, and your support. But above that, I swear to be your eager whore, your slut, your willing bitch for you to use, abuse, torment, reward and treat as you see fit. I am at your command; my life, body, love, and soul are yours. From this moment, I’m no longer a mare, I am your whore. Wife second, whore always.”

Cheerilee heard a pang of magic before she was harshly lifted off the ground via telekinesis. Before she could gather her mind as to what was happening, she was smacked against an impossibly soft and luxurious bed with matching sheets.

“I accept,” said the heavy voice of Blueblood.

Cheerilee regained her focus only to see the biggest cock she’d seen in her life hanging just a few inches away from her face; nine inches of pure stallion might, coupled by a set of heavy-looking balls. Then, the smell struck her and her head spun. She could feel herself getting wet from it alone, but seeing his thick phallus throb and twitch with want was a new experience for her.

“Mmmfff!” She moaned as he suddenly dropped, straddling her with his weight. Not that she wanted to be released from her new favorite place in the world. The smell of his potent, needy musk, swimming across her face was intoxicating and she needed more of it. She whiffed as much as she could, moaning and drenching herself in the process.

“That’s it. Goooood bitch,” he chanted. “Smell my musk. Remember it, for you will be near it a lot from now on!” He declared before grinding his crotch against her face. Looking in front of him, her jiggling breasts captivated his next desire. “I’ve longed to do this since our first date, my whore,” he confessed before groping her breasts, his palms pressing against her pasties-clan nipples and fingers sinking into her soft, pliable flesh. He parted them to create the perfect cushion for his cock. Placing it in between the opening, he enclosed his shaft with her tits. “Fuuuuuck, they’re even better than i imagined!”

Using his magic, he retrieved a bottle of lube from his nightstand. “Silly me, I almost forgot~ The last thing I want to do is damage my newly acquired merchandise!” He laughed loudly as he poured copious amounts of lube across her tits and in between them, showering his cock with it. Once done, he tossed the bottle aside and began thrusting back and forth. “Just as I thought, I won’t be able to use a fleshlight ever again. Your tits will have to do that from now on.”

“Mmmm! Mfffmm! Hhmmmhhh~” She moaned, repeatedly and wantonly; her mind full of musk and her face bearing the weight of his hairless, smooth sack.

“What are you waiting for, whore!? Show me your determination!” He ordered as he began to quicken the pace of his thrusts; each strike forcing a gasping moan out of her throat.

Cheerilee obeyed wholeheartedly, wishing nothing more than to impress and obey her beloved future husband and Owner. He didn’t help her fulfill his orders, but she didn’t need help. Managing to make enough space for her to breathe comfortably, she lolled out her tongue to get her first pungent taste of her Owner’s aroused, cum-filled sack. “Maaahhhssfeeerrr!” She moaned incoherently, calling for him as her eyes rolled back her head, though that didn’t stop her from starting to lick and kiss his heavy testes whenever she could while he well and truly started to fuck her tits, treating them as little more than a fine cocksleeve.

She couldn’t be happier.

“I wonder how you made ends meet before the start of our relationship, you stupid whore,” he groaned, increasing the force of his thrusts and the hold of her tits, which made the perfect leverage for him to go as wild as he desired. “Teachers are paid squat, and you’re an Educator, so you earn, what, a hundred bits more?” he chuckled darkly. “I bet you go outside every night, prowling like a bitch in heat and willing to suck cock for a few measly bits, am I right?”

“MMmmmmmffffhhhh~~” She moaned loudly as she opened her mouth as wide as she could, managing to capture one of his balls into her mouth. She suckled on it soundly and messily for him to hear.

“FUCK!” He shouted giving a hard thrust, splattering her belly with threads of pre-cum. “You did, didn’t you? You filthy whore. Parting your legs and giving these tits to anything with a cock just so you could put a roof on top of your head. Pathetic!” He shouted again and she moaned deeply, releasing his now polished orb only to capture its twin to give it the same treatment. “Well, guess what? Now I own your ass, your tits, your pussy. I. OWN. YOU!” He shouted as he gave the last few thrusts he could manage.

Reacting quickly, he pulled back to liberate his cock from its heavenly confinement. Before he could reach to jerk his cock to cum, his whore beat him to it with both hands. Her two delicate, soft hands grabbed his shaft, her fingers coiling around it a moment before she began pumping him herself.

“Fucking Celestiaaaaa!” He yelled, his body jerking involuntarily as only half a dozen quick strokes were needed to unleash spurt after spurt of cum to splatter all across her breasts, drenching her in more than a cup’s worth of gooey, slimy semen. With a wet pop, his ball was released from her mouth and she released his stiff cock to massage her tits, ensuring to cover them with his essence and properly accept his mark and enter her new wondrous life as his slut-on-demand.

“I thank my aunts for a lot of things. But above all of those things, I am grateful they made me fall in love with whores like you, Cheerilee,” said the Prince as he used the tip of his hard phallus to push against one areola and the edge of the pastie covering her nipple. Chuckling once, he continued. “They are Equestria’s biggest whores, with my sister being probably just coming as a close second.”

“W-Why would you say something like that about the Princesses!?” She asked, appalled.

Freeing her nipple, he smiled before moving to free its twin. “Why shouldn’t I? They don’t hide it and take great pride in being whores. Have you seen how they dress, how they act?” He chuckled. “Gods, Spike and I had permanent erections every time they were near us!”

“R-Really?” She replied, finding herself calming down and settling to her comfortable role. “I… would've never imagined it… I thought they only dressed like that for some royal tradition or something,” her line of thought was interrupted as her second pasty was removed. Her Prince made her moan loudly, her throat burning with wanton desire as her nipples and areolas were clasped within his grasp; his strong hands squeezing and pulling her breasts up. “M-Master!”

He reveled in her desperate cry of pleasure while he began to pinch and pull at her nipples directly. He played with them for a few moments, his cock throbbing madly with each deep moan his slut produced for his delight. Deciding it was time to continue, he pressed her breasts together, stopping right before her areolas and nipples touched. He then moved his cock close to her mounds once more, his flat, cum-stained cockhead touching them simultaneously before passing in between the small opening left for him to use. As he pushed forth, her hard, aroused nipples brushed against his length until his dangling orbs smacked hers with a hefty impact of flesh.

“Kyyyyaaah~” She let out, admiring the view of her Owner’s taint and heavy, cum-churning testicles moving back and forth, slapping against her tits while his shaft was lubed up by his cum as he continued to fuck her tits. She panted and moaned as her sensible nipples were forced to cushion the smooth skin of his cock. A dark thought popped into her head. The cat was out of the bag, so what was wrong with committing lese majeste if a Royal admitted it? “Would you fuck those alicorn whores?”

“In a heartbeat,” he replied, grunting as he increased the length and strength of his thrusts. “Many think they fuck with the guards all day long or that they entice diplomats in their beds.”

“Is it true?”

“Absolutely not,” he grunted again, panting and smiling as he continued. “They are whores, my sister included, not prostitutes. They do have a few boytoy guards, but they are similar to my maids and only require them when they need relieving. Above all, they enjoy flaunting their bodies, and do so because they can, and who can stop them? But Gods know I’d fuck them if they’d let me!” He chuckled, delivering a final hard thrust before pulling back, freeing her tits and letting them go, causing them to bounce and jiggle for several moments much like a large balloon filled with cream would. “You know, I shouldn’t tell you this, but Aunt Celestia has the hots for a certain purple-scaled lizard.”

“Lucky lucky~” She agreed, any sense of shame having been eradicated from her mind.

“Now,” he said, his voice losing most of its charming mirth, replaced by a darker intent as he glared down on her. He cockslapped her, pulling a yearning moan from the educator, before grabbing her by the throat, squeezing just enough to somewhat block her windpipe. As Cheerilee struggled to breathe normally, Blueblood delighted himself with her wide, drooling smile and blushing face. “Who gave you permission to speak, slut?”

She shuddered and squirted a little upon hearing his question in that domineering, ice-cold tone. “I’m shorry, M-Master!” Came out her voice in a ragged pant, her chest heaving at the strain set against her throat.

“Illegal Prostitution is a horrible practice, as normally the Pimp or Pimpess have a saying that goes ‘You gotta beat the bitch to teach the bitch’. I don’t know why they bother with that when prostitution is already legalized?” He sighed before smiling, pulling back so that the tip of his cock pressed against the lips of his beautiful whore. “Still, unruly sluts must be punished. Since you spoke out of term, I think a good round of hard, hot facefucking should solve any further issues.”

Cheerilee didn’t hear what her punishment was going to be. She was far too busy praising, licking, and kissing the cock of her Prince, her Master, her Owner to care. A whore’s duty was to obey, not to question the actions of her Master. Soon, far too soon for her liking, she felt him pressing against her lips. One push too much, his cock jerked up and slid across her lush lips and chin until his wet, saliva-coated balls came to rest across her face, giving her another much-welcomed dose of his potent musk.

Sensing him pulling back for another attempt, the cerise-coated mare decided to ease her Owner’s struggle by parting open the entrance to her mouth. “AAAahhhh~” She moaned, loudly and obscenely and lolling her tongue out to let the underside of his cock scrape against her appendage; her mind reeling with delight at the overwhelming taste of his cum slowly amounting on her tongue and pooling down to her mouth.

“I’m going to host parties, invite my friends and business partners, and you’ll be with me, at my side, on your knees, shaking your ass at every command I bark at you,” he said in a cruel tone. “If I have to, I’ll use your body as a bargaining chip. What stallion could ever be able to deny that touch of such a fine whore?” He laughed, his cockhead lining with her wide open mouth. Easily this time, he found his mark and he began to push inside until he found his first obstacle: their position. Groaning in annoyance, he dragged her by the neck until her head was dangling over the edge of the bed. Snorting in approval once he felt her windpipe opening and straightening for his use, he continued to push and to speak. “I’ll fucking make you regret falling in love with me, you mud pony bitch. I’m going to laugh as I watch you getting fucked, using your body to suit my needs and desires.”

“MMMMMGGGHHHH!” Cheerilee gurgled, a hand diving to her crotch and two fingers diving underneath the cloth to finger herself. She moaned and sucked and gurgled as inch after inch of stallion meat filled her throat. Breathing became almost impossible and was forced to contain her breath until his sack bumped against her muzzle. “Ghhlaahh! Mmmmhhggg~” She moaned, making her entire throat tremble.

Blueblood shuddered in delight. Letting go of her neck, he took a moment to admire her stretched out windpipe and the clear outline of his cock pushing from within her flesh. “What a perfect mouthpussy,” he praised. “My cock will be visiting your throat many, many times in the future. Your mouthpussy and my dick must get to know each other properly, after all~” he mocked before patting her throat, caressing his cock through her flesh. “All the way to the base in one go. I’m sorry for saying you walked through the night dressed like the skank you are eager to suck as many cocks as possible. There’s no way you’d achieve this with mere stallion cocks,” he squeezed her throat as he began to pull back, making her gurgle violently and moan in pure, raw lust.

He leaned down, just a few inches, and said in a husky, hot voice. “I bet you dragged your sorry ass to a farm to suck on feral horses, didn’t you?”

Cheerilee choked around his cock. The lack of air was one thing she could handle. She could also handle the sharp, hard thrust that followed his statement, even as it made the entire bed tremble and shake. But the sheer debauch, degrading, absurd, and depraved insinuation that she’d actively seek to perform fellatio on a feral horse. That she’d commit something as taboo and shameful as bestiality was a new low she’d never fathom could exist.

It was no wonder why her climax was so sudden and ferocious. Her moan reverberated across her body and all across Blueblood’s cock, making him moan out loud in pure delight. Breathing through her nose after her Owner showed her mercy, he waited patiently while her orgasm died down enough so she wouldn’t suffocate.

Once he gathered his whore recovered enough, he resumed her punishment with another hard thrust and a slap of his sack against her muzzle once more. Leaving all pretense aside, his mind already halfway consumed by the desire to claim the mare as his, more so after her spectacular display, he started to really fuck her face with long, hard, fast thrusts. Only the noises of his moaning and her gurgling could be heard across his chambers. He felt her grab onto his thighs, whatever air she was managing to get inside her lungs wasn’t enough, but she’d been a fool to do so. Her desperation granted him even better leverage, and he took it with open arms as he released her throat. He traded a nearly negligible amount of extra tightness for being able to give her a true facefucking.

Groping her tits for even more support and a better thrusting angle, he growled and drooled and panted heavily, all with a wide smile painted across his face. “Sweet fucking Luna’s tits! Take it! Take my cock, you fucking whore! Choke on it! Choke on iiiiiit!” He swore loudly, his thrusts becoming shorter but quicker.

“Gggllllgghh! MMMMFFFHHH!” She gurgled, moaned, and choked at the same time; her fingers busy inside her pussy as she felt his flare expand inside her throat, blocking her windpipe completely. Four final hard thrusts later, with her lips creating a perfect seal around his base and kissing his groin, he growled and his horn expelled magic essence at the same time she felt a rush of warmth travel down her throat only then feel it more directly inside her body and finally forcefully enter her belly.

Blueblood heard his whore moan loudly, choking on his cock while she fingered her pussy with a passion as another orgasm struck her. He jerked back on his third spurt when he felt her digging her nails on his thighs, indicating just how much she needed air. His mercy, however, proved to be counterproductive as a fourth and fifth spurt emerged as he pulled back. His cum clogged her throat and his flared cockhead made it difficult to withdraw, but he still managed to pull two more inches out as he felt her gulp down his bountiful gift. But a final great spurt proved to be too much for her to handle.

“Grrreehhh--Spprrrttt!”

He heard her gurgle and then choke, followed by two thick lines of his cum to burst forth from her nostrils. He knew it was so for he felt them hit his sack. In a moment of panic, the Prince dropped his act and yanked his cock out of her mouth. He sighed in relief, a sensation that felt a thousand times better coupled with the incredible climax he’d just experienced, when she began to cough and pant for deep, long gulps of air. Puzzlingly, she didn’t cough more than a few droplets of his cum. Before he could ask if she was alright, she rolled over and rose to her knees with an apologetic expression.

Using a hand to clean the cum away from her nostrils, she bowed her head in shame. “I-I’m sorry, my Prince. I wasted some of your precious gift.”

Blueblood was stunned for a moment by her commitment. Then, he smiled. “I am truly blessed by being delivered such a splendid mare,” he said, smiling at her and offering a hand to her. “There is no need to apologize, whore. It was a punishment, not a gift. But your devotion is to be admired,” helping her back on her wobbly hooves, he took the chance to make her turn around. Before he could say anything about her lovely lower back, he noticed something was wrong. Namely, her thong.

That’s not the thong I sent her, he noticed. Taking a knee, he groped her ass, and she, seemingly knowing what he wanted to examine, parted her legs for easy access. A simple squeeze and spread revealed all he needed to know the truth. A thin strap of leather ran in between her cheeks, crossing over her asshole, covering nothing and being nothing more than a nuisance at worst. Below, her drenched pussy was covered by a patch of fabric that outlined her lips perfectly like a second skin.

“A g-string?” He muttered, happily shocked by her boldness. Though, after hearing her devotion he wasn’t as surprised by the revelation. “I should punish you for disobeying me… but this is a gift nice enough for me to overlook such a transgression,” he stood, pressing his chest on her back and burying his cock in between her cheeks.

“I thought it would be fitting for a whore like me,” she said without hesitation, pushing back against him at the same time clenching her ass causing reverberations to run alongside the length nestled there.

“Such a dedicated bitch you are,” he praised and she mewled. Groping her breasts from behind, he began to cup and knead them as he moved his hips back and forth. “Come, slut, please me with an assjob. I must find if they can match your tits,” he ordered as he moved back to sit on the bed, refusing to let go of her. He was pleased that even though their uneven steps, his personal skank managed to keep up whilst servicing him.

As he sat at the edge, letting go of her breasts to lean back to properly enjoy the show, she took position by squatting on his lap; never truly sitting, not quite resting, and never stopping her movements. While she’d obey his order, Cheerilee grew worried at her performance. She’d never done this before, thus filling her heart with trepidation and excitement in equal measure. Thankfully for her, Blueblood felt her nervousness and used a hand to grip her waist. She moved up and down, clenching and releasing her muscles to better get accustomed to a rhythm. Blueblood moaned, pleased by her effort and dedication that made up for her lack of skill. Still, her Owner was so kind he tightened his grip whenever she did something wrong, allowing her to learn from her mistakes.

“Enough,” he cried. “We’ll have to work on that particular skill of yours, but your softness and strength are befitting to that of a true earth pony. Now, fuck your asspussy with my cock,” he demanded with a somber smile.

“Of course, my Prince,” replied Cheerilee. Going back up to her hooves, she quickly and masterfully removed her g-string; allowing them to fall under gravity’s pull with a final pull at the straps. Using her hands to spread her cheeks aside, she presented herself to her beloved without an ounce of shame left in her body. Her fingers snaked closer to her asshole as she dragged her taint along his shaft, slowly pulling as to further open her rear entrance for his use.

She reached his flat tip after a few seconds of teasing and pressed down against his cock; coated with her spit and some remnants of his cum, the access proving easy enough as her outer ring expanded to encapture his head. She pushed down, easily taking a third of his cock, three full inches of pure stallion phallus, before suddenly stopping and glancing back at him.

He was curious about the cheeky glint in her eyes a moment before she took in a deep breath, relaxed… and sank the rest of the way in one go. “FUCK!!” He shouted in a hurry, hands instantly rushing to grasp her hips at the sudden assault he received.

“Aaaahhhhhh~” the educator moaned, long and deep as her insides were stirred by the proud spear of her Owner. She clenched and tightened her muscles whilst pulling herself up, then released and loosened them in order to impale herself once more on the cock of her beloved Owner.

Blueblood groaned a groan of pure ecstasy before grabbing her dock and smacking a hand against her ass, her flesh jiggling from the strike in juicy waves. Pulling at her tail and moving it to the side for a better view, he let out a boisterous laugh. “From the first moment I grabbed your ass during our second date, I knew you were nothing more than a whore desperately wishing to be set free! But I never could’ve imagined that you were also an anal slut!” He exclaimed, enjoying with immense glee her great dedication. Her skill was undeniable. What she lacked in the hotdogging, she more than made up for it now. “Whore, answer me, how is this possible!?” He asked, ending with a loud groan as she smacked down against his pelvis, shaking her ass and grinding it around for a few seconds.

“I’ve always been a slut!” She confessed, hands firmly placed on his thighs for better support, all to fuck herself with his cock. “I discovered I was a whore after I graduated! I t-took seven stallions up my ass in a drunken stupor, my Prince! Please, forgive me! Since then, I’ve fucked my ass with dildos to satisfy my lust!”

Blueblood grinned happily. “That brings me some ideas to use~” sang the Prince before his whore quickened the pace. As much as he wished to move and aid her in the fucking, she was doing a terrific job and was bringing him to climax. Moreover, he wished not to waste his energy. Casting a quick spell on himself, he ensured he could continue right after without any worry.

The couple continued to moan loudly as the assplowing grew in speed and force up until Cheerilee was practically trying to break his bones as she desperately tried to gut her insides with his phallus. Eventually, Blueblood couldn’t take it anymore and, gripping her dock and waist tightly, helped her for the last few, extra hard thrusts. She came first, howling like a bitch in heat. From his position, all he could see were a few spurts of her marecum spraying his carpet below, feeling, too, her nectar run down to wash his balls.

“T-Tight!” He cried moments before his climax arrived. Her clenching sphincter proved to be far too much for him to handle in his current state.

Cheerilee moaned, openly drooling and quivering as the familiar warmth of freshly harvested cum filling her rectum. She relaxed, not that she could do more besides that, and leaned back. Her pussy tingled and spasmed with a mini orgasm when she saw the poking outline of his tip pressing hard against her insides, forcing a little bulge on her belly.

Before her orgasm had the chance to die down, she was suddenly and rudely grabbed by her shoulders, then yanked to the side and flopped onto his bed. “B-Blueblood!” She cried at being suddenly tossed like that, though not in protest, just surprise.

“How fucking DARE you to utter my name, you worthless slut!?” He cried, outraged. Without uttering anything else, he raised a hand, only to bring it down crashing against her exposed and cum-leaking ass.

“AHHHH~~!” She cried loudly, the rush of pain mixing with the pleasure coursing through her body and elevating it. “AH! AH! AH!”

He smacked her ass half a dozen times to each of her cheeks, leaving then beating red even through her fine sheet of fur. With a final smack that forced her to lay on her side, he was on top of her a moment later, forcing her to lay on her back, legs spread widely, and using his weight to hold her down. With a grin, Blueblood knew she was at his complete mercy.

Cheerilee didn’t struggle, didn’t try to get away. She smiled up at her Owner. She had been careless and she needed to be punished; the stinging pain on her cheeks a sweet reminder of his love for her. It didn’t take her long to figure out what position she’d been forced into, the infamous mating-press. “M-Master?”

“Hmm?” He replied, cocking an eyebrow while idly lining his rock hard against her moist, waiting cunt.

“A-Are you planning on knocking me up?” She asked, almost breaking her character for a moment.

“Eventually,” he confessed. “I already made sure of that for the night. I plan on enjoying you as much as I possibly can, whore. But you will carry my foals one day,” he smirked darkly… right before pushing past her lips, his cock easily parting them and sinking his cockhead a second before ramming the rest of his length into her, ending in a wet, meaty slap.

“SWEET CELESTIA!” Cheerilee screamed. Never had she been filled with so much cock in one thrust so quickly. At least, not in her pussy. She could perfectly feel him kissing and pushing against her cervix, their two orifices lining up for what would otherwise guarantee her insemination.

“Not Celestia, my dear bitch. Me. Prince Biastro Mi Amore Blueblood the 688th!” He exclaimed proudly before beginning his fucking in earnest. There was no need for pretense or care. All that was needed was for him to enjoy his property, his future wife, and the mare he fell in love with. Pounding her with long, hard, deep, and bedframe-shattering strikes was the only viable option for him at the moment. “I’m going to make you into a fucking breeding sow! You’re going to pop out foal after foal out of your whore snatch! Can you imagine it? Going around with a gravid belly as you follow me like the loyal bitch you are!?”

“GODSFUCKYES!” She shouted as she screamed her pleasure for all to hear. After that, the needy and lust-drunk couple limited themselves to groan, moan, and shout as her Owner was intent on fucking whatever sense of morality, shame, or respect was left in her out of her very soul if need be. And she allowed it, she desired it more than anything else.

He hammered into her without finesse or tact or even mercy. She showed her what she truly was: a cocksleeve, his fucktoy, nothing more than a whore for his amusement. Each ramming thrust felt like a punch in the gut to her; her belly stretching out to show just how deep and big her beloved Prince was. She’d not only accept her new role in life, but she’d also embrace it wholeheartedly. For him, for the love of her life.

“I’m your whoooore! For now! And for ALWAYS!” She screamed, arms going behind him and nails dragging against his skin as her orgasm hit her. Her eyes rolled back and her whole body began to spasm as her mind-breaking orgasm nearly knocked her out.

Blueblood didn’t care, though he did smile at her life-lasting promise. He kept fucking his slut with the sole intent of filling her womb, he could feel her massive breasts bouncing against his chest creating the perfect cushion for him to rest while he ravaged her pussy. Sadly, she was too good and he reached his limit within ten minutes of hard, sweaty, hot fucking.

With a final thrust, the support legs of his large bed gave out and shattered after the merciless assault. Just in time as the first burst of cum surged from within his balls, filling up her womb with his royal seed within seconds and forcing it to expand just to take it in. He felt her arms fell to the side and looked at her dumb, wide smile for a moment, her mind still clearly washed by the flood of pleasure coursing through her body.

But he wasn’t done yet. Pulling out after his final spurt, he moved to sit on her belly. He then grabbed her tits, pulling them aside in order to nestle his freshly cum-stained cock in between them. Then, he pushed them together until his cock was completely enveloped by them. With his phallus secured, he resumed thrusting his hips in much the same fashion as before. Behind him, one of Cheerilee’s hands had moved subconsciously to her leaking pussy; fingers finding her ravished entrance easily.

Blueblood fucked her tits with a single purpose in mind. He was nearly drained, he knew that, and he had to make his last shot count. But going straight into fucking her luscious breasts right after cumming and still riding his orgasm high had left him incredibly overstimulated.

Cheerilee regained control over most of her senses moments later and moaned, enjoying the feeling of being filled by so much of her beloved’s cum for the first time. Tits, throat, ass, and pussy had been claimed, true to his word, and now only his final mark remained to be delivered. She heard him groan as he gave uneven jerks. She watched his cockhead flare a second before he released her tits and moved up. All he had to do was to stroke his member a few times to unleash his last helping of hearty life-giving cum all over her face.

With a final sigh of the deepest satisfaction both of them had ever let out in their lives, Blueblood collapsed next to her.

They remained like that for about a minute before Blueblood clapped twice. A second later the doors of his bedroom opened up, revealing a dozen hot and bothered maids. As they advanced, a trail of their moistness could be seen, some even presenting it on fingers and faces. The maids moved over to their Master and his to-be wife, licking them clean diligently from their musky fluids.

“I’m sorry if I was a bit too rough or… insulting back there. I can’t control my mouth once I get going,” he apologized while three maids licked, kissed, and sucked his cock and balls clean.

“You have nothing to apologize for, beloved,” she replied sincerely while some maids cleaned her tits and face. “You’re everything I ever wanted.”

“Hey, that’s my line!” He protested causing her to giggle and him to chuckle at her giggling. “Must you leave? Can’t you stay with me? I can give you--”

“Once we’re married, yes. But I won’t mooch on you, beloved. I don’t care about your wealth or status or anything like that. I love you, Biastro.”

“Oh Gods,” he blushed madly. “I told you my full name! Please, just call me Blueblood! I hate my first name with a passion,” he sighed. Then, he smiled warmly at her. “I love you, Cheerilee Sunflowers.”

They remained there, happy and content until the maids were done, bowed, and finally left them alone once more.

“Have you ever thought about having a herd?” She asked all of a sudden.

“HA! I count my blessings that the Gods sent you to me, Cheerilee. I’d love to have a herd, with you as my head mare, of course, but where would I find other mares like you? Mares that care not for my status, wealth, or titles; that see past the benefits of being with me and instead stay because of who I am, not what I can give. Backstabbing, gold-digging, manipulative mares, I do not wish for,” he ended with a scoff.

Cheerilee hummed. “Say… what if I told you I have a few friends, whom I’ve known for years, mind you, who are available and care not for what a stallion can give them,” she smiled. “That is, aside from a collar around their necks?”

Blueblood blinked. “...Surely you jest?” He asked, incredulous.

“I assure you, I don’t. They are whores like me, and they need a good and proper Master to serve and to be owned. Wouldn’t you like to have more whores like me wearing a ring?”

Now that made his cock stir even if he didn’t have the energy to get hard again.

“Besides,” she continued. “Their breasts are as big as mine, with one exception being a few sizes smaller. Just imagine being able to command four whores however you want, beloved.”

His heart raced and his cock jerked again. “I… will give them a chance,” he replied before Cheerilee snuggled up against him.

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-A few days later. Ponyville.-

“Now, class, who can tell me the solution to this equation?” Cheerilee asked, not bothering to face her students as she finished writing the complex math problem on her board.

“Ehhh… uhmmmm… M-Me?” Snails quipped, nervously.

“Come on over, Snails,” she replied, stepping aside to give him space. When he arrived at the board, she couldn’t help but smile as she saw the perch on his pants. She took the moment to pull out her phone to take a quick selfie, making sure to capture a huge part of her cleavage and Snails’ concealed hard-on.

Though, she couldn’t blame him. Her new attire was… questionable at the best of times and outright should’ve banned her from the teaching board for life. She no longer bothered with a skirt, now she wore a garter belt, long stockings, and a g-string for her lower half. For her torso, she wore a jacket that was far too small to retain her tits properly. More so when the upper half of her areolas were visible all the time.

Yet, all of that paled in comparison to the buttplug she wore as if it was a religious icon. She could feel it with every step, every movement, and every action she took inside her. And outside? A large golden seal could be admired bearing the sigil of Blueblood. Setting her phone down, she caught Snails staring at her and quickly turned back to the board.

The poor dear is so flustered! She thought, giggling at the shy colt. Glancing to the rest of her class, she noticed everyone was more or less in the same state of shock, disbelief, and confused arousal. Her phone chirped and took it out again.

‘Stretch~’

The message said. Faking discomfort, she stretched and popped a few joints until her nipples sprung out of her tight jacket, now resting on the fabric rather than concealed. The gasps coming from her students made it all worth it and she took another photo as Snails dropped his marker. Looking at the board, she was surprised to see the correct answer. “Well done, Snails!”

Without thinking twice, she hugged him, burying his face against her breasts much like she used to congratulate her students back when they were foals. It only lasted a few seconds, then she released him. “You may return to your seat.”

“Y-yes, M-Miss Titslee… I mean Cheerilee!” He stammered before running to his seat, no one bothering him about his erection showing up so clearly against his pants.

She smiled. She was happy and fulfilled. Best of all, she didn’t have to worry about her job despite a few visits from the inspector after receiving a few complaints. Blueblood had taken care of the inspector quite easily, she mused. And the complaints dropped after all of her students started to focus more on class and their grades skyrocketed.

Her phone chimed again and she took it out to see her newest command. She was surprised when she read three identical messages from her friends. She had many friends, but they were the biggest whores she knew and had kept in contact with them over the years. The three of them gave her the confirmation she needed to bring them up to meet her beloved, her future husband, and her Owner.

Setting the phone aside, she picked her book once more. She had a class to give.

The End.

Author's Note

Special thanks to anyone that read this!