-SIP-
Another glass downed. It was an okay drink. Long Island Iced Tea wasn’t her usual go. To be honest, she felt like she could just dump some ice tea into a pitcher of whiskey and start chugging. Jilted. Jilted again. Cheerilee poured herself another drink. That slimy stallion that had wooed her, flirted with her, poured his heart out to her turned out to be another cheat. Worse even, he was married –to some happy wife who had known nothing, and she was just his sexual outlet because he had a spat and wasn’t getting any action for the past month.
Wasn’t even that well endowed either.
-SIP-
So she was discovered, put on a ride, used, and thrown away. Like a condom. Cheerilee slammed her glass down into her writing desk. Why didn’t she realize it? No wonder he never looked at her when they were rutting. The bastard was probably too ashamed to. To think she was actually getting hope. No. None of that. All stallions are pigs. Every. Last. One.
The bottom of her glass magnified the name on the paper that rested underneath. A big capital ‘C’ was scrawled at the top. Probably Sweetie Belle’s. It was a dreary reminder that the weekend was over and that she would need to be up in who knows how many hours to teach her bunch of students how to do basic things like algebra. Cheerilee groaned, shuffling them around. A fat red ‘D’ adorned the top of Snails’ paper on his Equestrian History paper. Luckily for him it was just a rough draft. Of course he might be able to scrape it up to a C- but that was all she could hope from him. Some ponies were slow. Some were just straight stupid.
Soft ticking was the only sound in the room. Cheerilee glanced to the wall on her right. The clock on the wall said three o’ clock. Usually nursing a stiff drink would get her to sleep any other night. Tonight all it did was fan the flames of her anger. The nerve of that creep! Using her for sexual release like that and she’d ate up nearly every single bit of his flattery –and she’d been moping over it nearly a week.
Birds started chirping outside the window. Pale light filtered through her window. The lettering of the book she had stopped reading last week lit up. Tomorrow she should finish it. Cheerilee sighed, gulping the last of her drink, and woozily ventured upstairs to her bed.
***
“Duh, are you sure we don’t have a test today, Snips?”
“Snails, I told you like five times. Miss Cheerilee doesn’t do tests on Mondays!”
“Okay, uh, if you’re sure you’re sure.”
The two colts at the bottom of the class took their respective seats next to each other in the back as the other students began filing in. Diamond Tiara and her ever-present cohort filed in, followed by Ruby Pinch, then Sunny Days and Peachy Pie, Twist, Pipsqueak, Featherweight, Rumble and the rest of the homeroom group. Apple Bloom trotted in happily, placing an apple on the teacher’s desk as she always had and sat in her seat next to Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo. Cheerilee eyed it lamely, giving her a nod to acknowledge it, and surveyed her classroom.
The classroom felt much smaller now that the students were midway through their final year. The desks were bigger, as were the seats, but the schoolroom never changed size. There wasn’t a particular dearth of younger attendees over the years anyway. Once the three Cutie Mark Crusaders got their respective marks they remained fast friends. Barring Sweetie Belle (who was becoming very tall and lanky), none of them had grown to the typical adult mare height, but were close, and still taller than they had been years ago. Snips had gotten rounder, Snails and Featherweight were both twice their former height and just as gangly. Pipsqueak was certainly outgrowing his name at his current bulkiness.The biggest surprise was Twist, who was certainly growing into a beautiful young mare. Cheerilee couldn’t help snorting; when she was that filly’s age she had the eyes of every colt around. They had had eyes for her, constantly lavishing her with questions, compliments…
“Here’s that make-up assignment! Sorry it’s so late.”
Did she just zone out? Those drinks were too stiff. Snapping back to reality, she focused on the student in front of her, pushing a pair of papers towards her. A smile crept on her face. It was Rumble of course. Last Thursday, he had forgotten to hand in his report and she was forced to dock him points for it. He’d asked for a make-up assignment that he’d forgotten (again) the next day. Today it was ready, but she wouldn’t be harsh on Rumble for it. She liked him too much.
“Thank you Rumble, I’ll be marking it up later for sssure.”
Oh Celestia of Equestria did she just slur in front of her student? Rumble didn’t seem to mind, if he’d noticed.
“Alright!” his voice cracked, sending a warm blush to his cheeks. “Thanks again for letting me do this assignment!”
“No problem at all,” she smiled back, watching him trot his way to his desk. Bless his heart; the young stallion certainly did care about his education. Only a handful in the class matched his drive for learning. Aside from Pip, he was certainly growing up fast –all the exercise and sports he’s done attested to his lithe, athletic build, and he was tall already (though just a hair short of Featherweight) with a full wingspan and a strong neck.
…What was her lesson plan for the day again? Cheerilee fumbled around on her desk. There were a stack of papers sitting on her desk this morning that she didn’t even look at when she stuffed them into her saddlebags. Papers shuffled noisily as she looked through a stack of graded homework sheets that should have been handed back last week. Study guides for the P.A.T. fell out onto the desk. Cheerilee felt heat rushing to her cheeks, the dull, barely-there headache throbbing at the forefront of her consciousness.
“Miss Cheerilee?”
“What?!” she snapped, looking up at Pip with a snarl. The hurt expression on his face got her to soften immediately. “I mean…what, is it, Pip?”
“It’s the first Monday of the month, innit?” he slowly put his hoof down. “Aren’t we doing our writing exercises?”
Cheerilee blinked. “Yes! Take out a pen and paper and get writing about… your plans concerning those future careers you’ll all be experiencing!”
The sounds of pens scratching on paper filled the room. This should take them a good hour or two to get done. Career pathfinding always got a lot of effort for her students; after all, they still had their futures. Cheerilee looked up from her desk and the room spun a little. Even though she drank plenty of water before bed, she still felt some of the after-effects of too much drinking. Running the heater on full blast probably didn’t help. A bite of that apple she was gifted every day should ease her slightly.
Besides, she had all day to waste before going home to drink.
***
It was modest February weather outside. Snow littered the ground in clumps, the trees were bare, thin and brown. The air was cold, but not bitingly uncomfortable. Recess gave all the schoolchildren a breath of fresh air that in all honestly they did deserve; it could get quite stuffy inside. Cheerilee sat down on the bench, shivering as her bottom grazed against cold wood. In the rush to get to her class on time, she had forgotten a jacket. Even her scarf was left on the coat rack. Thirty minutes wouldn’t kill her though. Or maybe it would. Perhaps she’d be better off…
“Ugh,” she pushed that grim thought out of her head, feeling disgusted that it even crossed her mind. The collected works of her students’ writing exercises fluttered in the chill wind. Cheerilee took the time to look them over. They wouldn’t be graded, but it was worth a look. The din of recess faded as she pored over the papers.
Diamond Tiara wants to expand her fathers’ business, Snips wants to be a barber and Snails a chef. Pipsqueak wants to do radio, Twist will open a candyshop. Featherweight can’t wait to be a real reporter. Apple Bloom can’t wait to take over her sister’s farm. Sweetie Belle wants to be a singer unlike her older sister…Cheerilee sighed to herself, looks like nothing had really changed from the last time she asked. Scootaloo still wants to be a Wonderbolt.
All she needed was for somepony to just come up to her and sock her in the gut, then run away laughing. She didn’t want to look at the rest of the papers; nor look at the book she had planned on finishing today. The only thing she wanted to do was cry, and she wasn’t planning on that. The bottle back home was calling her name. It was all she could think about. Anything to keep her mind off the future.
A pit of despair grew in her stomach. Soon enough, all her students were going to move on. They would have their whole lives ahead of them. They would have their careers ahead of them. As far as Equestria was concerned they were adults now, their school year the chain shackling them to childhood. After May, she would have nothing. The schoolhouse would close and she would be out of her job. She would be back to nothing. Would they come and visit her? Probably not. They’d be too busy with their adult lives. Nopony would look back at her. This was all that she’s good for now. Being used. Three sunflowers on her flanks chaining her to this job. When it’s gone they’ll still be there, smiling away, mocking her. She should just quit right now. Maybe it would be-
“Miss Cheerilee?”
Her train of thought derailed. Cheerilee glanced to her left. Rumble stood there, looking at her intently. “Miss Cheerilee, you look cold,” he continued, pointing at her. “You’re shaking.”
A look to her hooves proved him right. They were both trembling and she didn’t even notice. Cheerilee knew it wasn’t from the temperature, but, now that he mentioned it, she did feel the cold wind blowing through her coat.
“Yes, Rumble, it is quite nippy out today,” she put on a fake smile. “I left my things home. Goodness I was in such a rush to get here this morning! Oversleeping isn’t something I make a habit on. Of! Habit of.”
The wool scarf around his neck looked quite warm. Rumble tugged at it. “Are you sure you don’t want to sit inside? Catching a cold now would be kinda bad.”
“Oh don’t you worry about me, sweetie! I have a very strong immune system.”
“If you say so,” he looked at the papers in her hooves, “You aren’t grading those, right?”
“This?” she glanced down at the sheet, noticing his name scrawled on the top. “Of course not. It’s only a writing exercise! No grades, no worries!”
The wind picked up just then and Cheerilee shivered. Rumble sat down next to her, gingerly extending his wing, and draped it over her back.
“Thank you,” she felt instantly warmer in his downy embrace. “Would you like me to go over this one?”
“If you don’t mind.”
Unlike what she expected of him, his paper wasn’t the same as last time. There were a few mispellings here and there: occasionally a grammar mistake that she’d catch. It was the content of the paper that surprised her. Instead of the Wonderbolts dream last time she remembered, this one entailed his plan to join the Pegasus Royal Guard. Cheerilee asked him why the change of plans
“Seems reasonable. Like, it would be good for me. I’d get some good bits from Celestia. I get to live in a whole new city. There’s so many opportunities I could branch out of once I finish my mandatory stay,” he turned his head towards Canterlot. “It’s not what I originally wanted, but it’s close. Plus, my brother says I’ll look totally cool in armor!”
“Sounds like somepony has his life all planned out,” she said morosely.
“Not all planned out, no,” he chuckled. “There’s still loads of other things I could do that I didn’t write about on the paper.”
“Uh-huh,” Cheerilee felt her ears droop.
“Sometimes guards are even dispatched to other continents to help protect the royal sisters or ambassadors! It’s one of the most important-“
“Rumble, that’s all very nice,” interrupted Cheerilee flatly. “There’s only ten minutes of recess left that you should be spending with your friends. Going on about the rest of your life here is wasting time right now.”
The cold response threw Rumble, “Oh… okay.” He unwrapped his wing off her shoulder and jumped off the bench. “I’ll, uh, go play catch.”
Cheerilee waved him away. Bitterness creeped back into her stomach as she watched him trot away to go play with Pip. Rumble had meant well but it wasn’t comforting. Before long he was going to be a big, adult stallion and not the sweet kid he was now. A pig, just like the rest of them. It was only a few years ago that he was still an adorable little colt with a bit of a filly face. Though he did come over and try to comfort her. That was sweet of him. None of the others gave her a second glance, and she had shooed him away like a nasty old crone.
A gust of cool air blew sliced through her body like a knife.
She felt cold again.
***
The next few periods were a blur. Everything felt sluggish to her. Instead of her usual day plans and schedules, the afternoon consisted of quiet worksheets that Scootaloo had helpfully handed out. Any remnants of the previous headache had thankfully disappeared. Most of her attention was diverted to the novel she had been trying to finish. The story had taken a very exciting turn. There were only a few more chapters to go. Since it was the last period, she had given them another writing assignment (a small essay on history) to busy themselves. When they were finished, they could leave in peace.
Sure enough, as the clock ticked on, the small pile of papers grew until there were only three left. It was Snips, Snails, and surprisingly Rumble, all still scribbling away. Cheerilee snorted, returning to her novel. Hopefully they would finish up and let her go home before five. Anything to get out of the schoolhouse. That heater was driving her nuts. It always ran too hot, and if she turned it off, the poor insulation in the walls would cause the temperature to plunge. At least with a good book she could lose herself in a fantasy.
Snips and Snails walked up to her desk at the same time with their papers. They both told her to have a nice day, which she returned automatically, and left out the door. It was just her and Rumble now. Cheerilee looked up at him, tapping her hoof expectantly.
“You can finish it tomorrow if you’d like,” she said sweetly. Rumble looked up in surprise, pencil still in his mouth.
“Shure?”
“Sure am!” she tapped her hoof onto the one empty spot of her crowded desk. “Just put that right here and I’ll see you tomorrow.”
Rumble spat out his pencil and trotted over to the desk. “Thanks, Miss Cheerilee! I really appreciate it!”
Cheerilee nodded. “I know you do! I’m sure tomorrow you’ll put in the extra effort to make that paper shine!”
“Do you want help packing up?” he offered. This threw Cheerilee for a loop. Usually she was all packed and ready to go at this hour. Because of her disinterest and absorption in her book, everything was still a scattered mess. “I could help.”
“Oh you are just too much,” she gave him a little wave with her hoof. “I can handle myself. I’d have it all ship-shape but I just can’t put down this book!”
Rumble raised his eyebrow. “What book is it?”
“Just some silly thriller novel I picked up months ago. It’s by the author who did A Badlands Excursion. This is just one of her earlier works,” she showed him the title and his eyes lit up. “Don’t tell me you actually are aware of this one. It’s been out of print for a while.”
“Actually,” he scratched the back of his mane, “that’s one I’ve been reading, too.”
Cheerilee scoffed. “Rumble, are pulling my leg?”
“Honest!” a sheepish smile stretched across his face. “Are you past the part where Hrodulf escaped from the blimp?”
It was like being slapped in the face. Nopony she had ever talked to knew about this book. Not even Twilight Sparkle, who did know of the book, had read it. That one student in her class knew of it, and was able to name a specific part of it, sent her reeling. Rumble! Of all ponies!
“Yes!” she replied, the enthusiasm strong in her voice. “I just finished that chapter!”
“Cool! That’s actually where I left off. This book is totally cool. I wish the author would go back to fiction stories.”
“Goodness yes! She certainly has a strong narrative!”
“I like the main character! Every time I thought she was going to do one thing she does something else. It’s totally unreal how much fun that is,” his wings snapped open in excitement.
Cheerilee waved him over. “Come over here and read this with me! I want to finish this book by tonight.”
Just like that, Rumble was sitting on the arm of her chair, leaning over her shoulder to read alongside her. The book continued the next chapter with the main characters arc, a striking double agent known as Capri, working for Equestria to free the foreign emissary (Hrodulf) from his captors. She was a strong, smart, silver tongued vixen, who occasionally let her one weakness (emotions) rule her decisions.
The story took an exciting turn. Characters switched sides, fights broke out, a chase scene segued from one chapter to another. One of the more fun scenes involved a role-reversal involving Capri being rescued by the emissary she was set out to protect this whole time. Turns out he was more capable than she had previously assumed. Rumble laughed at their snappy remarks as Cheerilee read one, turning the pages quickly as the latter half of the book thinned, both of them approaching the end.
As they read on, Cheerilee barely noticed Rumble’s wing wrapping over her back again, or that he’d settled closer to her on the chair to get a better viewing angle. The book had them hooked. Every turn of the page was more fervent as the action mounted in the scene. Cheerilee felt her breathing grow shallow, from the intensity of the words and heat in the room. They were both starting to sweat. After what seemed like a deluge of rapid firefights the book winded down as both characters entered a safehouse.
It took a more lurid turn.
Free of their pursuers both main characters took to an embrace. The grateful spy, usually the one in charge, thanked her savior with a flurry of intense kisses, which he returned all the more enthusiastically. Soon they were stripping off their gear, their hooves gaining purchase on each other, grasping, kneading, moaning, caressing –the two ponies becoming more intimate with every page. The amount of detail going into their passion was painting an erotic scene of them coupling on a soft bed, losing themselves to lust, as Capri invited him inside of her, requesting that he make love to her, the eager stallion-
Cheerilee’s hoof touched Rumble’s –both reaching to turn the next page.
“Sorry!” they said simultaneously. Cheerilee lifted her hoof away from his, placing it back on the book. It left a damp sweat stain where she rested it. Was she really this hot? Rumble certainly looked so. His face was flushed, breathing heavily, beads of sweat forming on his forehead. Not like she didn’t look the same way. The feathers of his wing were glued to her back with sweat. She sniffed, smelling herself in the air, and the stronger musky scent that was unmistakably Rumble, that nearly over-powered her own.
“That scene certainly took a turn for the…erotic!” she finally said, laughing a little to break the silence.
“I sure wasn’t expecting that to happen,” he replied. “Wow.”
“Don’t suppose this would ever pass for school reading material.”
“Not in a million years!”
Silence filled the classroom once more. Neither of them moved. Cheerilee knew she wanted to keep reading, she knew he must too, to see just how naughty the scene was going to get. Rumble cleared his throat.
“You don’t suppose that the author rushed that, do you?” he said. “That, y’know, they got…together too quickly? That’s not how things are s’posed to work right?”
Cheerilee felt her heart thumping in her chest. “Most of the time. These two are a special case. They’ve been acquaintances. Both are familiar with each other, though not intimately, but he did something for Capri that really meant something. Saved her life. Defended her. That motivates a mare, and we both know Capri often let’s her emotions dictate her actions.”
“Even though he never considered her that way before?” said Rumble softly, he adjusted himself on the chair, his hoof brushing against hers. He let it rest there. Cheerilee didn’t move it.
“Now, these two,” she licked her lips. “They’ve both been through so much, that when they find time to let their guard down, they find solace together. It starts with close contact,” she felt him gently rub her hoof, “a few soft words,” Cheerilee lowered her voice, “then, things become between those two ponies become more intimate, “ her eyelids drooped as Rumble opened his mouth slightly, leaning forwards a hair, “and they just…”
Her nose pressed against his, both of them panting deeply, their eyes fluttering shut. His strong hoof slid around the back of her head and a slight moan escaped her mouth. Their warm bodies pressed closer together; Cheerilee could feel his strong heartbeat, thumping in his chest like a jackhammer against hers, his hoof running through her hair.
“Nnnyah,” she broke away, panting, staring at him in confusion. The desire to keep going was strong, and her nethers throbbed impatiently. “Rumble… this is… how come you …why?”
Rumble started rubbing her back. “I… you didn’t seem right all week. Every time I talked to you something felt wrong. It was like you weren’t,” he struggled to find the right words, “all here.”
“But you didn’t,” Cheerilee gulped, attempting to get a handle on the situation, “need to worry. I’m a big pony who can take care of herself.”
“I could smell…alcohol on your breath this morning,” he finally said.
Cheerilee froze up.
“You were slurring.”
The dam broke. Tears started flowing down her cheeks onto his coat as Cheerilee openly started crying in his lap. An explanation poured out with it, between bouts of choked sobs, of how her love life has been nonexistent, how she was used, how ugly it made her feel inside and out, the concerns and disgust she’s been feeling for the future, and ultimately, delivered in barely a whisper, how pathetic she is for telling all her insecurities to him.
Rumble stroked her mane as she quietly sobbed into his chest. “Miss Cheerilee, you shouldn’t feel that way about yourself,” most of the things she has told him were beyond his understanding of the situations. The least he could was comfort her. “You can’t think that way. It isn’t true.”
“I’m a horrible, ugly, pathetic little pony,” her voice was hollow, “and I can’t handle myself anymore. I don’t even know how I did before now,” Cheerilee stared beyond into empty space over his shoulder. “Did I really never think of the future?”
Speaking to him had temporarily halted the flow of tears, now they pooled in her green eyes once more.
“Please stop crying,” Rumble felt her silent hiccup, his hoof still rubbing her back.
“I can’t.”
“I don’t want to see you crying anymore.”
“Then close your eyes,” she said morosely.
Rumble felt helpless, his efforts to console her not working. “Please, I’ve known you for so long. When any of us were in trouble, or needed help, you could stand by us and help. I know that deep inside, you are a strong pony, and all these things happening, well, you can get through this.”
Cheeriliee felt him lift her chin up so they were eye to eye. “Also, you are a beautiful pony. Don’t say that you’re ugly.”
Anger brewed under the surface. It was another lie. Always with the dishonesty. Cheerliee glared at him, hating that he had the gall to say that to her, and yet, searching through the deep pools of purple, she could find no trace of deception there. Asking him to repeat what he said, she couldn’t hear it in his voice either. Rumble gripped her a little tighter around the waist, and his words struck a chord with her. The pain she was feeling began to melt away. She dabbed at her cheeks.
“You… you really do mean that,” said Cheerilee. Rumble nodded sagely. “And you… find me attractive? Me?”
Another nod.
“Even though I’m not so young anymore?”
“Yes,” he said firmly.
Arousal flooded her body. It was true, he did mean it, and Cheerilee found herself overwhelmed with the desire to have him right there. Heat grew in her loins, fanned on by raw lust and the close proximity of this young stallion. He moved close to him in the big chair until she was sitting on his lap, stomach pressing against his groin.
A niggle of worry wormed into her thoughts. This was happening, right here, right now, with a student she’d known for years. There could be repercussions. A lifetime’s worth of ‘what ifs’ flashed through her mind and she picked out the biggest one and disregarded it as an impossibility. She wanted this. She needed this. Cheerilee leaned in to kiss him and…
…back away, unsure at the last minute. Even at this point and growing desire the first move just couldn’t come from her. Rumble lowered his head, and kissed the bottom of her neck. It felt so lovely. Cheerilee sighed, letting him blaze a trail of kisses up her neck, gently pecking at her coat until he was lightly brushing her chin with his lips. Their eyes met, Rumble planting a final, silent peck just below her lower lip.
“I-I… ohhh,” she managed to squeak out, before he pressed his lips against hers, meeting her in a strong, deep, kiss, his tongue brushing her closed lips, probing them cautiously –Cheerilee parted them, allowing his tongue to mingle with hers, tasting the sweetness of his saliva mixing with her own. The passion in it was driving her mad and she returned it with an eagerness she’d never delivered before.
Cheerilee noticed another sign of his arousal, feeling his member leave his sheath, poking against her belly, sliding upwards between their hot bodies. Even without looking she could feel his girth as it grew along her stomach, pulsing with his heartbeat. The sensation excited her further. His lap must have been completely soaked with how wet she was becoming.
Rumble kissed her again, pulling her into it, and he practically stole her breath away. Cheerilee wriggled in his grip excitedly, moaning into his mouth. His erection was squished beneath them, throbbing, aching to find purchase inside of her as their tongues clashed in their mouths, both of them breathing in quick gasps for air between kisses.
Cheerilee couldn’t stand it any longer.
In one clean sweep of her hoof, all the papers sitting on her desk went flying off. Pens, pencils, and paperclips noisily clashed to the floor. Cheerilee broke away from Rumble.
“I need you to take me here, right here, right now,” she jumped on the desk, exposing herself to him. From her angle she could see every inch of his thick, dark shaft; it glistened in the soft light of the schoolhouse, bobbing in the air. Cheerilee felt herself clench at the sight of it.
“Up here, on my desk,” the anticipation was driving her nuts. Rumble finally got off the chair, eyeing her exposed sex with every step, until he was just in front of the desk and standing on all fours. Cheerilee’s dangling hind hooves kicked against the sturdy wood paneling in anticipation. After a moment’s hesitation he jumped up, planting his forehooves on the surface of the desk, his hooves clopped loudly in her ears upon contact with the wood. The tip of his shaft brushed against her entrance.
“AH!” Cheerilee gasped, feeling him push inside, his member ever so slowly parting her delicate folds. It probably wasn’t the biggest she’d ever had, but at that moment he was perfect. As he came to the hilt inside her she exhaled, his full balls nestling against her cushy rear, and she heard him groan in pleasure. Cheerilee laughed, and Rumble looked down at her in confusion.
“What’s…whoa,” he felt Cheerilee flex, sending a rhythmic squeeze over him. “What’s so funny?”
“I suppose you’d never thought in a million years that you’d ever see yourself, nf, having sex with your teacher on her desk,” she laughed at the absurdity of it all, “did you?”
“Sure didn’t,” he smiled at her, and she fell in love with it. Cheerilee pressed her hooves against his chest, dragging them to his forelegs and rubbing them, feeling the tense muscle underneath.
“Am I doing…this right?” he asked her. This brought another laugh from his teacher.
“You are too much, Rumble,” she caressed his shoulder. “Yes, for the most part, but if you really want to feel as good as I’m feeling right now,” another squeeze of his cock brought forth a louder moan, “then you’ll listen to my instructions. Like a good student.”
This prompted a barebones run-through on the basics of sex from Cheerilee; the sort of stuff she didn’t teach in the mandatory Sex Ed classes she had put them through earlier in the year. The typical in-and-out motion was something he immediately started at, stiffly at first, then once he got the hang of it began thrusting into her as if he’d been rutting mares his whole life.
After another minute she didn’t need to offer instruction, she couldn’t if she tried. The delicious electric sensations running through her body left her tongue-tied. It was incredible. Cheerilee let herself go, moaning and wailing out loud as they coupled on top of the desk together. For the brief moment he took pause, Cheerilee tapped his hoof, showing him where her clit was, and begging him to touch it.
The sheer amount of pleasure she felt when he pressed her hard little button sent her reeling, her body shuddering from the intensity of her orgasm. Rumble didn’t expect it, and felt her spasm over his engorged member, her tunnel flooding with her juices, milking him, trying to draw him to orgasm. By some miracle he didn’t lose control of himself. He was close, and told Cheerilee so once she came down from the high.
Cheerilee was still feeling the ecstasy of her orgasm, her tongue lolling out of her mouth like a tired puppy dog. She smacked her lips, and sighed, looking up at him, a dreamy grin crossing her face.
“You look beautiful right now,” he commented. “Like, your face looks brighter, if that even makes sense.”
“And…hah, you, look like the most handsome young colt I’ve ever seen, haha,” she wriggled on the desk. “Oh, Rumble, slow down just a little, this desk isn’t as soft as I imagined.”
He considered that for a moment. “I can do better for you.”
Without further word, he lowered himself on to her slight frame, pressing his chest against hers. He slid his hooves to her sides, getting them both underneath her back once Cheerilee arched it, and with a grunt, lifted her up so that he was standing vertically and holding her upright. His wings splayed out on his back, allowing him to awkwardly balance them both.
“OH! SWEET CELESTIA! OH!” Cheerilee cried out, from this angle she felt herself slide even deeper than before on his shaft, his entire length disappearing inside her stuffed snatch. She wrapped her forelegs around his neck and held him tight, using him as leverage to bring her rear up and back down on his cock. It felt sooo good. Cheerilee wrapped her hindlegs around his waist and squeezed. There was no way she was ever going back to rutting the old fashioned way.
“Rumble.”
“Yeah?” he said breathlessly.
“When I lift up,” she moaned, lifting her ass in the air, “I want you to pull back, and then push into me.”
“Like this?” Rumble planted his hind leg back, pulled out of her until just the head of his cock was inside, and slammed into her.
“OH! YES! JUST LIKE THAT! OH RUMBLE! OH! Oh…oh fuck that felt goood,” she cooed, resting her head against his chest.
Rumble halted mid-buck. “Did you just swear?” he looked astonished.
“Yes,” she cocked an eyebrow. “Why?”
“I never heard you swear before.”
“No? No shit?” she still had an ear to his chest, his heart started thumping faster. Cheerilee grinned deviously. “You like hearing me curse, don’t you Rumble? I can feel it.”
“Uhhh…”
Cheerilee nipped his neck. “Oooh, yes you do!”
“I’m so close,” he sputtered.
“Well, don’t just stand there with your dick inside of me. Keep going!!”
Rumble grunted, returning to a stronger pace as Cheerilee egged him on, sprinkling her speech with profanity as much as possible.
“Come on, you’re doing a great job, just finish up,” she was speaking into his ear, close as she could get. “I know you must have been holding back all this time. Let yourself go, clench your teeth,” she paused, “and f-fucking, ah, AH!”
Rumble grunted, loudly, and Cheerilee felt him twitching deep inside of her. His shallow panting increased in speed, and he grunted again, deeper this time, and she felt him growing inside of her, then he twitched even harder, ramming into her one more time, a low guttural grunt coming from his throat and Cheerilee felt the hot gush of his seed flooding through her, load after load pumping into her pussy. It was so much! Too fast! It tipped her back over the edge as she joined his orgasm with another of her own, a girlish squeal ringing loudly in the air, before muffling it and burying her face in his chest.
A minute passed. The only sound in the room was the rattle of the heater and their ragged breathing. Rumble leaned against the chalkboard, snorted, and slid to the floor. Cheerilee lolled her head around, taking a good look at the young colt panting a mile-a-minute. Did he look exhausted. Cheerilee nuzzled against his chest.
“That was the most wonderful time I’ve had with a stallion ever,” she pecked him on the cheek. “You were so good!”
“You really,” –he took a deep breath– think so Miss Cheerilee?”
“Sweetie, I think you are beyond calling me ‘Miss’ at this point.”
“Heh, uh, right… so just Cheerilee?”
“If you like you could call me Cherry,” she said with sudden heat, nibbling his lower lip, “I’ve always thought about being with a stallion, having him call me something like, that, and I’d call him something cute. Nopony’s ever called me that, but you can.”
Rumble played with her mane while she tenderly chewed his lip, before pulling her in for another kiss. There was a wet sensation on his groin –minding Cheerilee, he looked down where his softening cock remained inside of his teacher. Their privates were soaked through with their fluids, both of their coats damp; Cheerilee looked down and marveled at how much of his creamy white cum was oozing out of her. If she had a cup she probably could have filled it. Looking back up at Rumble, she noticed he was white as a sheet.
“Is…is it okay that I did that?” he stammered. “In class you mentioned condoms an’ I didn’t wear one an’ I kept thinking I should but didn’t and I did so much-“
“Shhhh…” she pressed her hoof to his lips. “It’s fiiine. I’m not in heat. That doesn’t happen to a mare for another few months.”
“Oh…okay,” he breathed a sigh of relief. Cheerilee rested on top of him, feeling his chest rise and fall, the combined heat of their bodies making them even sweater as their fluids mingled where they were still joined.
Cheerilee whispered into his ear. “Don’t be surprised if you start getting more detentions from now on.”
“Should I be more of a bad boy then?” he asked.
“Aren’t you already? Naughty little colt; having relations with his teacher,” she playfully growled at him. “That noise you made! You sounded like a snarling manticore! I’ve never heard such a noise come from such a soft-spoken young colt!”
“What about you, Cherry?” his teacher blushed a deep pink. “You squealed like a little filly on Hearth’s Warming Morning!”
“So I did? What of it?”
“It was really… uh,” he clopped his hoof on the floor.
“Turned you on?”
“Uh-huh.”
Cheerilee chuckled, and sighed deeply. “Well, I’m sure we’re going to learn a lot more about each other. Still want to finish that book? One more chapter left to go.”
His response wasn’t too enthusiastic. “I think I can sit here a little bit longer without knowing how the book ends.”
“Me too, Rumble,” she pecked him on the nose, settling against his warm body once more. “Let's read it together..."
