Author's Note

While Smolder and Mrs. Cake are both main characters in this chapter, this is a chapter focusing on some members of the Mane 6 as a setup for future installments. More tags explaining this are in the spoiler bars below:
Contains pussy plugs with unique vibration settings via remote, fantasizing about other mares while using a remote on another, fantasies involving different forms of rough sex, a brief hint of romantic desire for one teacher, ogling at ponuts and pussies, teachers making advances at an adult student, lots of repressed lust, deep lessons about friendship, masturbation, hidden exhibitionism, and lots of messy orgasms!
Additional Characters involved in fantasies/lust: Silverstream, Ocellus (one-sided), Fluttershy, Applejack, Rainbow Dash, Rarity

This is 5 out of 7 chapters, going off with a big bang the next chapter followed by the epilogue!

Velvety Vibrations/Teacher Temptations

Rushing to the front door with an extra pep in her step, Mrs. Cake grinned widely as she opened the door and removed the closed sign from the doorknob. Galloping behind the counter and placing the sign on one of the shelves underneath, Mrs. Cake’s tail swayed from side to side as she felt a rush within her body over everything that had happened the past three days with Smolder, in addition to the fact that she would be opening her bakery back to normal hours again. Sure, saying that she loved what Smolder did for her and to her over that time would be a massive understatement, but the baker still had a business to run, and she wouldn’t have had it any other way. The cleaned kitchen was prepared for whatever kind of orders would come her way, and Sugar Belle had even come back from her vacation with her husband in order to be another pair of helping hooves for what could potentially be a very busy day. Well, Mrs. Cake blushed at the realization, technically the unicorn’s vacation ended two days ago. But Mrs. Cake had vaguely explained to the unicorn that she had some personal matters to attend to before Sugarcube Corner would return to regular hours.

“Wow, Mrs. Cake!” Sugar Belle pushed the kitchen door open to approach Mrs. Cake, and the chubby earth pony made sure her tail was covering her holes appropriately as her eyes widened at nearly getting caught. Still staring at her boss as if nothing of the sort happened, Sugar Belle grinned from ear to ear. “You sure cleaned that kitchen from top and bottom! Do we have a health inspection coming up soon? Or are you just happy to see me?”

Mrs. Cake gulped, the sensation of the hot pink plug in her pussy stimulating her despite the fact that it wasn’t even turned on yet. But the memory of using multiple cleaner fluids to clean out the potent smell and stickiness of Smolder’s cum sent a rush throughout her body and especially her loins. The chubby blue mare took a deep breath, before smiling back at her employee.

“Just really excited to get the bakery back open to full hours, dearie~” Mrs. Cake assured Sugar Belle. “Thank you for being able to come in on such short notice, by the way.”

“No problem!” Sugar Belle replied before giving a wink at Mrs. Cake. “Thank you for giving me so many days off with Big Mac. We had a wonderful time~”

Mrs. Cake doubted that their time together was half as wonderful as the reality-breaking sex that she experienced from Smolder several times, but she gave a polite nod anyways as Sugar Belle turned around and went back into the kitchen. By her lonesome once more, Mrs. Cake comfortably drifted back to her thoughts, thinking about what she was going to say to Mr. Cake and Pinkie. While Sugar Belle would be content not knowing everything due to her own private fun with her husband, Mrs. Cake had a hunch that her own husband and Pinkie would want to know all the details as to why the bakery wasn’t open full hours for the entire week. And while her husband wouldn’t have any shot with Smolder for obvious reasons, she was certain that Pinkie would want to jump on that dragoness dick whenever she got the chance, even if the dragoness was technically her student. And while Mrs. Cake couldn’t blame or deny the pink pony’s desires, Mrs. Cake hoped that she would get at least one more plowing session from Smolder before she would have to share. But alas, with Smolder hanging out with her friends for the rest of the day and the next, Mrs. Cake knew it’d take a miracle for that to be possible. At least on Sandbar’s birthday, Mrs. Cake realized with a gentle smile, she would see the dragoness. Using her tail to turn on the snug plug in her pussy, Mrs. Cake gave a gentle hum as she waited for Smolder to press the buttons on the remote.

Waiting a few minutes, wondering if the toy inside her pussy walls would coincidentally start vibrating when a customer walked in, Mrs. Cake wasn’t left to wonder for long. With the toy turning on the highest setting she knew was possible, Mrs. Cake gave a loud shriek as she came from the unexpectedly overwhelming sensation of the plug milking her for every last drop of marecum. With her sweet and abundant amounts of marecum shooting out from every side of the plug, with her tail out of the way, Mrs. Cake was too overwhelmed by the devastating orgasm to do anything if Celestia forbid, Sugar Belle came to check in on the noise. Sensing that she could very easily get caught led another jolt of pleasure that renewed her orgasm, more marecum splashing onto the floor as Mrs. Cake cried out incoherently.

“Ahn! Ah! Nnngh!” Mrs. Cake bit her lip as her orgasm finally stopped, only to lead to another orgasm several seconds later as her sensitive post-orgasm pussy clenched around the still aggressively vibrating toy. Biting firmer against her lip without drawing blood, Mrs. Cake’s whole body tightened as she stared up at the ceiling, her eyes rolling to the back of her head as she grunted as quietly as she could manage. Knowing that several more orgasms would follow, Mrs. Cake managed a shaky breath before rushing to the kitchen door and creaking it open, seeing Sugar Belle already in the middle of rushing towards the door. Lifting a forehoof to stop her, praying to Celestia that she wasn’t visibly blushing in front of Sugar Belle, Mrs. Cake spoke.

“D-Dearie, I’ve got stomach problems at the moment,” Mrs. Cake stammered, making sure the vibrating pussy plug was hidden thoroughly with her tail. “I th-think it's just a bit of gas that needs to pass. Need not worry about any uh, weird noises I make…okay?”

“Are you sure you don’t need to go to the bathroom?” Sugar Belle frowned. “It sounds intense…”

“Positive!” Mrs. Cake nearly cringed at how higher-pitched her voice sounded, and began to move away back to the lobby room. “I’ll let you know if I need anything!”

And before Sugar Belle could give a response, Mrs. Cake closed the kitchen door and returned to her spot behind the counter, releasing a big exhale as her body relaxed briefly despite the vicious vaginal vibrations. Even though she hoped that Smolder would soon give her a break from the mind-blowing pleasure, she tensed up as she came a third time around the pussy plug as she imagined Smolder’s smug smirk back at the School of Friendship…

Grinning widely as she shoved the tiny remote that Mrs. Cake gave her into one of the pockets in her shorts, Smolder took a deep breath before jogging out of her dormroom to meet Silverstream outside. The hippogriff’s face lit up as she saw Smolder, and then Silverstream tilted her head.

“You were getting ready? You don’t look any different from when I left you in there,” Silverstream noted.

“Eh, I was just making sure I didn’t have any incomplete homework,” Smolder shrugged, exposing her sharp fangs in a big smile as Silverstream predictably nodded.

“I’ll have to tell Ocellus that,” Silverstream giggled. “She’ll be over the moon to hear that you’ve been keeping up with your work!”

Smolder then blushed, almost forgetting about the bug horse entirely. With what Sandbar had explained to her the day before, Smolder made sure to leave a mental note to focus on Ocellus a little more than the rest of her friends for the day. The changeling must’ve sensed Smolder’s sexual transformation to some extent, and the young dragoness wanted to assure her dear friend that everything was fine without giving anything sensitive away. Silverstream gave a loud hum as she skipped out into the hallway and towards their first class, her wings openly stimulating and her tail swishing from side to side. The shocking image of it all to Smolder, was whether or not her friend was aware of it, Silverstream’s ponut and pussy lips were showing! Seeing the flash of her dear friend’s bits with each moment the hippogriff’s tail wasn’t in the way brought Smolder’s brain back to the mares that clearly wanted her. But surely this was different, right? Silverstream didn’t even so much as flirt with the dragoness, and Smolder couldn’t possibly ruin the friendship even if the hippogriff did want her that way…right?

Suddenly, at the end of the hallway, Silverstream stopped in her tracks completely as she glanced over her shoulder and grinned at Smolder.

“C’mon Smolder!” Silverstream squawked. “Our friends are around the corner waiting for us!”

Smolder didn’t respond with words, jumping into the air and flying towards Silverstream. When she flew past Silverstream and around the corner to where the rest of their friends were, the dragoness flew right into Ocellus, tackling the squeaking changeling in a hug as they both tumbled onto the floor.

“Hey buddy!” Smolder had pinned the changeling and straddled her as she lifted her head up and stared down at her friend, who was blushing a dark blue as she stared at the dragoness with her jaw dropped. “I missed you yesterday, was everything alright?”

“I, uh, um, you’re uh…” Ocellus stammered, before taking a deep breath and continuing. “You missed me?”

“Sure did,” Smolder stood up, still hovering over Ocellus and effectively keeping the squishy changeling pinned between her legs without thinking twice about it. Ocellus took a deep breath as her muzzle was close to the dragoness’ shorts, and a sharp gasp escaped her mouth, before dropping her head back to the ground with her eyes rolling to the back of her head. If it were any of the mares that had stared at Smolder several seconds too long, the dragoness would’ve known what the reason was. But surely Ocellus was just recovering from the hug, and that’s all it was?

Smolder jumped out of Ocellus’ way, ensuring that her friend didn’t feel restrained, and even offered her claw towards the blue bug horse. Ocellus glanced at Smolder with her eyes still wide, her jaw flapping like a fish out of water, before she placed her forehoof in Smolder’s claw and allowed the strong dragoness to help her up.

"Wow," Sandbar chuckled, and with a jolt, Smolder remembered the green stallion's presence as he grinned. "Looks like someone missed you, Ocellus~"

"But didn't you say that-" Smolder cut herself off, noticing Ocellus was staring at Sandbar with a small smile. What was up with them? It was like they had this deep dialog that Smolder was sandwiched in between without any of the details. Shutting her mouth, deciding to push aside her curiosity till after classes were over, Smolder watched as Gallus nodded at Sandbar, the two guys beginning to walk ahead to class as if the stallion hadn't said anything. Yona and Silverstream followed, and Ocellus quietly stood at Smolder’s side.

"Lead the way, Smolder," Ocellus whispered. "Besides, I want to hear about how you've been! You seem to be having a tough time and I-"

"Let’s cut the bullshit," Smolder groaned when she was sure that the rest of her friends were far enough away, glancing down at Ocellus. "How much do you actually know about me? Because if you know something that I'm not ready to tell anyone, then you better let me know."

"Oh," Ocellus frowned, staring at the ground as she moved her forehoof in small circles. "Well, I've smelled lust on you ever since you've started spending time with Mrs. Cake, and whenever you talk about her. She's married, so I know you didn't actually do anything with her-"

Smolder felt a cold rush of fear clashing with the relief of Ocellus' assumption, but kept her muzzle shut as the changeling continued.

"-and when I took a deep breath just now, your shorts smelled like masculine musk," Ocellus squeaked. "Oh goodness! I promise I wasn't trying to do anything, but uh…dragonesses normally smell like that down there, right?"

"Yeah! They definitely do!" Smolder felt her heart pounding in her chest, her brain stirring in a flurry of aggressive thoughts as she managed to come up with the right words. “Oh Celestia, please please don’t tell anyone what you just told me, please! I’m just not ready for our friends, let alone everyone else in Ponyville to know all of this…”

“Oh,” Ocellus winced, before nodding. “Yeah, your secret is safe with me…”

Smolder’s heart dropped in her chest, the reaction leaving her highly suspicious that Ocellus did mention it to someone. Perhaps it was just the principal or guidance counselor, and not any creature at the school that’d out her? Smolder growled as she shook her head, storming off to class without another word to Ocellus. She was just experiencing the beauty of being with the same sex, and the last shit that she wanted to deal with was one of her friends knowing that she was gay. But how could she be mad at Ocellus? It wasn’t like the bug horse intentionally went out of her way to sense Smolder’s homosexuality. Following her friends to the first class, realizing that throughout the entire interaction with Ocellus that she kept the remote on the highest setting, Smolder shoved her claw in her pocket and turned off the vibrator to give Mrs. Cake a few minutes of recovery before pulling her claw out and opening the door.

Much to Smolder’s luck as she entered the Kindness class, the first sight that she was exposed to was Fluttershy’s fat pony ass and holes exposed for the dragoness to see. With the shy yellow mare taller than most of her friends, and being a pegasus, her body was considerably more slim than Mrs. Cake and Pinkie Pie. The immediate observation left Smolder wondering if she had a particular preference for chubbier mares, even though she was still in awe of Fluttershy’s ass. With her teacher having such a creamy shade of fur, with little pink butterflies decorating each ass cheek, Fluttershy still had a bit of cushion for the pushing, even though her dumptruck wasn’t quite as generous as the aforementioned mares. Her dark yellow ponut and pussy lips were facing Smolder as she stopped and blatantly stared while the rest of her friends got into their assigned seats. Only Ocellus glanced at Smolder knowingly before shaking her head and walking into her seat. Knowing that the bug horse wasn’t going to further comment on her lust, Smolder allowed herself a few more seconds of staring at Fluttershy until she eventually turned away and took her seat in the front row. Fluttershy grinned from ear to ear as she surveyed her full class, not a single creature missing.

“Okay, class!” Fluttershy squeaked, her soft voice sending more jolts of pleasure throughout Smolder’s body. Did the pegasus always sound that delicate? While Fluttershy’s ass wasn’t the biggest the dragoness had ever seen, her voice and gentle gaze more than made up for it. Smolder gripped the desk with her claws as she imagined her first instinct: to roughly ruin her teacher’s mouth with her fat cock. How could she think something like that? But then again, how could the other adult students not think that? Smolder wouldn’t be surprised if Fluttershy was either dating or admired by Discord, and many other stallions. Fluttershy seemed to be the model for traditional mares, and Smolder could easily see her cooking and taking care of many foals, even though the dragoness herself wasn’t interested in that kind of life in the slightest. Smolder wasn’t sure what kind of life would fit her best, but at least in Ponyville, she could figure it out…

Barely listening to Fluttershy even as she wrote stuff down on the blackboard, Smolder admired her wings and allowed her mind to drift to what they could do. Were pegasus wings sensitive? How would the feathers feel around her slightly hard cock? Smolder brought her claw to the remote, clicking on a new setting that she remembered would cause the vibrating pussy plug to give several single vibrations before vibrating for several seconds, then repeating the pattern. Ogling her teacher while causing another mare to cum with just a click of the button was a fantasy realized, and it took all of Smolder’s willpower to stop thinking about it so she wouldn’t get erect. While the shorts were great at hiding her length flaccid, it would be a dead giveaway if she got completely erect and someone across the classroom looked in her direction.

“And don’t forget, sometimes the best kindness to yourself is to be mindful of your own feelings!” Fluttershy explained. “While extending kindness to others is a great pursuit, it isn’t healthy when you are doing it at the expense of your own needs. I’ve fallen victim to this mindset many times when I take care of the animals at my sanctuary and forget to feed myself…”

Hearing the school bell go off, Smolder cringed at how quickly she stood up from her desk. Feeling way too many eyes on her, including Fluttershy’s slightly wide ones, Smolder chuckled as she rubbed the back of her head with one claw.

“Sorry, just instinct,” Smolder muttered, and much to her surprise, Fluttershy gave a wide yet gentle smile. The dragoness knew that Fluttershy would make some lucky creature really happy someday, and certainly wouldn’t be opposed to a roll in the hay with her if the yellow pegasus was attracted to the dragoness like many of the other mares were. “Thank you, Fluttershy. Great lesson as always.”

“Of course!” Fluttershy grinned with her teeth showing as her tail swished from side to side. Fortunately for Smolder, her ass was facing the blackboard and sparing the futa dragoness of the sight of her deliciously tempting bits again. Then, Smolder’s heart leapt in her chest as she saw her teacher’s eyes narrow a bit, a glint in her eyes as she continued. “And please, let me know if you need some…private lessons on anything you might need clarification on~”

“Do these private lessons apply to all of us?” a random stallion asked with his hoof raised, with the classmate beside him smacking him over the head. Smolder barely noticed, her jaw dropped as she didn’t know what to think. Her teacher just made a go at her! In front of the entire class!

“Y-Yes ma’am,” Smolder gasped, making a beeline for the door before she could let her arousal show. Having a dick during classes made it extraordinarily harder to hide her all too real enjoyment of the abundance of attention she was getting. And the fact that she heard Yona’s stomping behind her, seeing Gallus and Silverstream fly over her, and hearing the softer hoofsteps of Ocellus and Sandbar…didn’t help at all.

“Dude!” Gallus threw his talons out in exaggeration, his eyes nearly bulging out of his head as he looked down at Smolder. “How in the…how?! Fluttershy never flirts with anypony, she constantly turns them down and looks uncomfortable as fuck! I mean, I could’ve sworn she had been looking at you funny the past few weeks…but I thought I was imagining it!”

“Ugh,” Smolder took a deep breath, trying not to think of having the sweet pegasus bent over on her own desk, the dragoness grabbing her tail with one talon and gripping her butterfly cutie mark with the other as she jackhammered her futa cock into the panting mare’s…Smolder growled, shaking her head. “Let’s just get to Applejack’s class, okay? I don’t even swing that way.”

As Ocellus and Sandbar caught up to Smolder and walked on each side of the dragoness, the both of them gave her funny looks. With realization dawning upon her, she suspected that Sandbar was the one that Ocellus told about her homosexuality…but why? Brushing off the thought for later, Smolder walked up to the door that led to Applejack’s classroom. Seeing Applejack have a chalk in her muzzle that she was using to write away on the blackboard, it led to Smolder blatantly ogling her while nobody was in their seats yet to notice. While Fluttershy had subtle differences from Mrs. Cake, Applejack’s body type was essentially the chubby MILF’s complete opposite. With a towering stature and big limbs, the orange mare had rippling muscles from her broad shoulders to her firm ass. The farmpony looked like she could simply crush a watermelon between her thighs with just a little pressure, and the thought brought blood rushing to Smolder’s dick. So much so that the dragoness almost ran out of the classroom in a panic, had Gallus not pushed her further inside the classroom with a small pat on her back.

“Don’t worry about what I said,” Gallus insisted. “I’m sure Fluttershy was just being playful, nothing serious.”

Even though she knew Gallus was backtracking for her sake, Smolder smiled and briefly gave the griffon a fist bump before they took their seats. Remembering to click the remote and turn off the vibrating pussy plug back at Sugarcube Corner, Smolder took several deep breaths as she closed her eyes. Feeling calm again, Smolder opened her eyes and instantly realized her mistake in doing so. With Applejack’s ass directly facing her, with her blonde tail parted to the side, Smolder was instantly met with an eyeful of a ridiculously big yet muscular earth pony ass. Seeing the bright red cutie marks against the farmpony’s brilliant orange fur, what truly captivated the dragoness was the layers of sweat dripping down the mare’s backside. Sure, any other student would’ve been grossed out at such lack of basic hygiene expected of a teacher, but Smolder was no ordinary student. Her eyes locking onto the gleaming moisture on her farmpony teacher’s light brown ponut, Smolder’s jaw would’ve salivated and dropped had she not been in a classroom full of fellow students. Then, just as Smolder didn’t think the room could get any hotter, Applejack dropped the chalk at her desk nearby and turned around to look at her entire class.

“Good morning, y’all!” there it was, Applejack’s country twang and deep green eyes. Somehow, those uniquely beautiful features appealed to Smolder even more than the orange mare’s sweaty ponut. Noticing the burly mare’s eyes briefly land on Smolder, the dragoness could barely process it before her teacher continued. “Now, we’re going to tackle a complicated topic that ah’ve been learning mahself recently…perception of reality.”

“Now,” Applejack proceeded to grab two pictures from her desk, slapping them onto the blackboard with tape as they remained on there for the whole class to see. Nothing remarkable, it was a picture of an apple and a picture of a strawberry. Giving the class a moment to stare, Applejack then looked back to her students. “Now, which fruit tastes better?”

“Uh,” Ocellus frowned, glancing at Applejack’s cutie marks before looking back up at her teacher. “Is this a trick question?”

Smolder barely heard her bug friend next to her, staring at Applejack’s cutie marks as well, although with very different reasons in mind. She was certain that a strong-willed mare such as Applejack would be much harder to break, to make into a begging slut for dragoness dickings…but somehow, that’s what made the fantasy all the more exciting. Before she could stop herself, Smolder blurted out the words.

“I’d eat out apples all day if I could,” Smolder barely spoke above a whisper, feeling her cheeks getting red. Instead of scolding the dragoness or asking her to repeat herself, Applejack’s eyes widened briefly before she smirked.

“Well, ain’t that lovely to hear,” Applejack remarked. “And ah would agree, apples are the superior fruit…in mah opinion. A while back, ah met this mare that seemed kookier than a draconequus on crack. Ya know what she told me? She said she thought strawberries were better than apples! And then, quite some time after that conversation, ah started thinking about it more. Which one was the truth? The two of us at the time were so deep in our own convictions that ah had a hard time believing either of us were lyin’...and then ah realized that neither of us were wrong. It was our own different perceptions of reality that whether we were consciously aware of it or not…we chose to have them based on our own respective upbringings.”

Smolder’s horniness, thankfully for the dick in her shorts, died down a little as she processed her teacher’s words. Why was she making assumptions about what her friends knew about her? How they would react? Or even if Sandbar knew about her or not? Hiding secrets was altering her perception of reality, even if she had good reason for keeping certain stuff to herself. Frowning with the realization, contemplating on if she should tell everything to her friends after school was done for the day, her internal monologue was cut off by the bell.

“Before ah dismiss y’all, ah’ll give one final note to end us off on,” Applejack raised a hoof until she knew that nobody was about to leave, bringing her hoof down and continuing. “Even stuff that seems like objective reality…isn’t. Ah know, wild right? But the fruits that you see on the board may look red to most of ya, but to some creatures it looks gray or a different color entirely. Everyone has a different perception of reality, and pushing mine as the objective truth meant that ah was failing to truly be the Element of Honesty. Mah truth is just that, mine. Nobody else’s. So please, never stop seeking out the truth in your mind that sets you free. That’s it for today, class, but don’t be afraid to pull me aside if ya have anymore questions.”

Everybody had gotten up, and Smolder’s friends had started to leave when Smolder spoke up to them.

“You guys can go ahead,” Smolder said as her friends looked over to the dragoness. “I’m going to speak with Applejack a bit.”

Nodding and leaving the classroom, the five of them left Smolder alone in the classroom with Applejack as the orange mare blatantly looked up and down the dragoness for two seconds before smiling.

“Nice shorts ya got, those new?” Applejack asked.

“Yeah, they feel nice and breezy,” Smolder shrugged. “So, um, say in someone’s homeland that they’re supposed to have eggs and that’s what makes them a proper…uh, dragoness.”

“Ah’m listening,” Applejack assured her, the mare’s smile faltering a bit.

“And not only does this dragoness not want to be with other dragons, but she doesn’t want the opposite sex at all,” Smolder explained. “Does that make her…wrong, if she goes against what it means to be a dragoness?”

“Oh my,” Applejack’s eyes widened, and she even blushed a little. “Well, think about what ah said today. That means you, or this dragoness, is taking on someone else’s ideas of what it means to be herself. Do you think that would be a fulfilling life, let alone a happy one? Is that the story this dragoness would want to write for herself?”

Smolder clamped her jaws shut, looking down at the ground as she thought about what Applejack said.

“Tell ya what, if this dragoness is in a mentally healthy place and wants a strong mare to show her the ropes of what else there is out there…” Applejack began, letting her words linger in the air long enough for Smolder’s jaw to drop a little. “Then ah’m always available at the barn whenever ah’m not here. Does uh, that help at all?”

“Yeah, it does a lot,” Smolder nodded. “Maybe she’ll take you up on that offer.”

“Ah hope she does,” Applejack’s ears flickered, and besides the small blush on her face, the farmpony’s face remained stoic otherwise as she nodded her head. “If that’s all, you have a lovely rest of your day, Smolder.”

“Y-You too,” Smolder turned her tail to Applejack as she walked out of the classroom, shock rushing through her. Unlike Fluttershy, Applejack’s words were a lot more mysterious and the mare remained a lot more professional as expected of a teacher. Somehow, whether the farmpony meant it or not, just brought more neediness rushing from Smolder’s salivating jaws to the hardening cock in her shorts. Imagining Applejack’s stoic face teasing her as she rubbed her sweaty ponut up and down the dragoness’ dick, Smolder shoved her claw in her pocket and turned the remote on a setting where it gave a powerful vibration every few minutes before walking further into the hallway. After making it to the next class, Smolder pushed the door open and this time, was met with an instant rush of annoyance as she stared at her teacher for the current class. It was Rainbow Dash, right in front of the door staring at the dragoness with narrowed eyes.

“Why are you late to class?” Dash asked, her ears flat against her rainbow mane as she held her chalk with one wing.

“Was just asking Applejack some questions?” Smolder frowned. “Talk to her about it if you have a problem with it. She insisted we stay if we didn’t entirely understand today’s lesson…”

“Whatever!” Dash blushed as bright as a tomato, and much to Smolder’s mixed feelings, turned around and exposed her dark blue ponut and pussy lips to the dragoness. Out of all the mares Smolder had ogled that day, the blue pegasus easily had the smallest ass out of all of them. It only made sense, seeing as how Rainbow Dash was one of the fastest creatures in existence. She also had a thin yet toned physique with a large wingspan that easily put Smolder’s wings to shame, with the most colorful mane out of all her teachers. Staring at her teacher’s mane and tail in their shimmering rainbow glory, Smolder almost forgot why she was pissed at her teacher when she looked over her shoulder at the dragoness. “What are you waiting for, an invitation?”

“Celestia,” Gallus rolled his eyes as Smolder took her seat next to him, watching as the griffon scowled at Rainbow Dash. “Who pissed in your cornflakes this time?”

“I just don’t like when students are late,” Dash sighed. “Especially if it's to spend more time talking to Applejack…”

Smolder felt the puzzle pieces clicking in her head, remembering that Rainbow Dash and Applejack had been rivals since as long as the dragoness had been in Equestria, most likely longer than even that. The arrogant pegasus probably considered Smolder’s simple decision to be a full-on affront to her ability to teach! Smolder didn’t bother correcting Rainbow Dash’s assumption though, not when the recent memory of her making her friends cry at cheerleading practice still burned in her head. Sure, it was a long time ago and the blue pegasus had saved the day last minute, but Smolder was still all too aware of the mare’s absurdly large ego. Though she was sure that a certain powerful stud…or she-stud, could put the annoying mare in her place someday.

“Anyways!” Rainbow Dash tossed the chalk, the small object clacking as it landed on the desk while the pegasus pointed to the blackboard with one wing. “Loyalty, we’ve done so many different lessons on this that frankly, even for somepony as awesome as me, I had a hard time coming up with a new lesson for today. But I figured that since graduation for a lot of our students is only a few weeks away, we’d go ahead with one of the toughest lessons you’ll be learning today...what loyalty really means.”

“So for me, I absolutely love my parents to bits, even if they can be a bit obsessive at times,” Dash explained with a brief roll of her eyes. “But having had private convos with various students in the school has taught me new lessons just as much as I’ve taught all of you. And to those who may need to hear it, no, you are not obligated to be loyal to family purely by being related to them.”

Smolder wondered which students had confided in Rainbow Dash about their lives back home, and remembered with stinging pain in her heart about her parents and brother. While she thought about Garble with nothing but fondness in her heart, with him being one of the very few drakes with a shred of kindness, her parents were another story entirely. Equal parts love for them and fear danced around in her head so much that she didn’t know what to make of her place with them. Perhaps there was even a slim chance that despite her crushing their hopes and dreams, they would let her be and love her from afar. Before Smolder could deeply overthink what they would think of her pursuits, Rainbow Dash continued.

“Loyalty isn’t the same as obligation,” Dash explained. “Loyalty is something that one must earn, and when they do, that is when you give it your all and never give up. Some creatures in your life will prove themselves to be worth every bit of your effort, and some of them won’t be. You can’t force anyone to be worth it, and sometimes, it's the wrong creature in your life no matter what you do. And I guess to answer what it means for someone to be worth it...think of it like this. Do they make your life better? Do you feel your heart fulfilled by what they do for you, or do you feel this cold sense of dread rolling over you? And that means if they do make your life better, you give your damn best to give that same energy back to them. No being lazy when it comes to friendship, relationships, family, or whatever the fuck you’re experiencing problems in.”

Smolder smirked, noticing despite the anonymous complaints made to Principal Starlight, the blue mare was still swearing as usual. The bell ringing shortly after Rainbow Dash finished her speech, the rainbow-maned mare nodded before pointing a wing to the door.

“Alright guys, class is over,” Dash commented. “You can stay on school campus but you can’t stay here, except Smolder. No, she’s not in trouble.”

“Guess we’ll talk after the substitute teacher’s class?” Silverstream looked at Smolder with a small smile.

“Yeah, guess so,” Smolder shrugged as she watched everyone leave the classroom, closing the door and leaving her with a bug-eyed Rainbow Dash. Turning off the vibrating remote in her pocket, Smolder continued. “Okay, were you telling the truth? I’m not in trouble?”

“I may not be Applejack, but yes, I was,” Dash sighed. “Her lessons aren’t even that impressive, dude. I’ve been to some of them, and fittingly enough, they’re about as entertaining as watching apple trees grow. But me? I’ve got better skills than some honesty and apple-bucking…I can teach you extra flying tricks with those wings of yours~”

Watching as Rainbow Dash’s ears perked up, grinning with her pearly whites on display, Smolder watched as the blue pegasus’ wings began to unfurl from her sides. Smolder vaguely recalled hearing something that pegasi had called wingboners, blatant displays of arousal that meant their wings began to open up and get stiff, and the mare probably didn’t even know that Smolder knew what they were. Still, with Dash’s stiff wings opening up, Smolder gulped as she was realizing that being the she-stud to break in the mare and tame her was a very real possibility now.

“Hmm, I’ll think about it,” Smolder nodded. “Thanks, Rainbow Dash. Maybe I’ll talk to you about my family sometime too.”

“Of course you’ll think about it!” Rainbow Dash stood up as tall as she could, puffing out her chest and pressing a forehoof to said chest as she smirked. “I’m super awesome!”

Smolder turned around and left the classroom before rolling her eyes when her rainbow-maned teacher couldn’t see. Not only did the mare have no ass, she was arrogant as all get out and instantly was seething at the mention of Applejack. If Smolder was going to fuck the blue pegasus, it was to transform her into the perfectly agreeable dragon’s whore. Feeling a rush of angry hot lust as she imagined roughly yanking the blue mare’s mane and choking her with superior dragoness dick, Smolder clicked the button on the remote for the highest setting once more. She couldn’t tell if she had a specific taste for earth ponies, blue mares, or both. But suddenly imagining getting Rainbow Dash and Applejack to compete for her dick did more for her already fiery hot loins than just imagining the blue mare by herself. There were so many possibilities with the two of them, both separately and together, so Smolder gave herself a mental note to explore that sometime.

Flying towards her friends and catching up with them, Smolder walked into the substitute teacher’s classroom and turned off the remote again. Knowing that the mare was a temporary teacher from another town entirely, only replacing Pinkie until she came back from Canterlot, Smolder didn’t even bother to ogle her. Instead, her thoughts returned to the mare, the MILF, the legend…Mrs. Cake~

How was she doing with the plug inside her? Was she alone? Busy? Vividly imagining Mrs. Cake’s deep pink eyes rolling to the back of her head as she threw her fat blue ass backwards against a dick that didn’t exist, Smolder smirked as she still kept the remote off. After all, somehow using the remote while fantasizing about other mares in front of her was an intense turn-on in its own right. And she certainly didn’t want Mrs. Cake to pass out, at least not until she was done running the bakery for the day. Keeping the remote off and sparing Mrs. Cake from anymore intense sexual stimulation for the entire class, just absentmindedly thinking of her clapping MILF-tastic cheeks until the bell rang, Smolder got up and walked out of class with her friends this time. Although most of them walked ahead of her, giving Ocellus a chance to slowly walk up to Smolder.

“Wow,” Ocellus whispered, at least giving the dragoness the decency of keeping her voice low enough for the others not to hear. “So that substitute lady didn’t do anything for you, huh?”

“Nope, she did not,” Smolder sighed, not surprised that the changeling was able to detect all her pent-up lust.

“So, do you not have a…um, type then?” Ocellus squeaked, starting to blush for reasons Smolder didn’t quite understand. “Cause if you d-don’t mind me mentioning, you’re attracted to Mrs. Cake and she’s a chubby mom. But none of the teachers are anything like her in t-terms of physique or personality or-”

“I don’t know if I have a type,” Smolder admitted. “To be honest, I’m still trying to figure all of this out. Hence why I didn’t tell the others yet.”

“Understandable,” Ocellus nodded. “Um, I’m not bothering you am I?”

“No,” Smolder admitted, placing a claw on the bug horse’s shoulder and letting it linger. “Of course I’m not bothered by you. I’m not a fan of this turn of events, but you obviously couldn’t help noticing these feelings. That’s out of your control, right?”

“Mostly, especially if I let my mind be receptive to the feelings of others’ around me,” Ocellus clarified. “But after Chrysalis was overthrown, Thorax taught us various methods to close off others’ feelings around us in case we were overstimulated by them, or if said others didn’t want changelings to violate their privacy like that. So I’ve been trying to do that with you, but your feelings are pretty…intense.”

“Oh,” Smolder frowned, blushing as she only imagined the assault of lustful feelings bombarding her changeling friend. “Do you, uh, need me to stop or-”

“No,” Ocellus quickly shook her head. “That wouldn’t be appropriate of me to ask any one of you to hold back on your feelings. Just, if you need some way to vent those feelings, um…”

Ocellus’ ears flickered as she stammered several times, still blushing before she managed a wobbly smile at the dragoness.

“Don’t be afraid to go to me?” Ocellus squeaked, and Smolder didn’t quite get what the changeling was implying, and just shrugged.

“I’m okay right now,” Smolder replied just as they arrived at their last class for the day, the dragoness flashing a sharp-toothed grin at Ocellus as she grabbed the doorknob and opened the door. “Thanks though!”

Tearing her eyes of Ocellus, Smolder walked inside the classroom and was surprised to not be met with any sort of marshmallow ass or purple-maned beauty. The teacher's desk was vacant, and Smolder’s friends just sat in their seats along with the rest of the class. As Smolder began walking towards her teacher’s desk where her seat was near, a book resting on top of the desk caught her attention. Not wanting to draw too much attention to herself, Smolder glanced at the book out of the corner of her eye. Seeing a cover of a mare in a dress, leaning back in a dramatic position in another’s arms, the creature holding her was what surprised the dragoness. A big bulky red dragon held the mare and stared down at her with a predatory gaze. And due to the artist’s choice of giving said dragon cartoonishly long eyelashes, it was no mystery that the mare was being held by a dragoness. Full-on staring at the book now without thinking of her classmates behind her, Smolder read the title of the book.

“The Damsel and the Dragoness,” Smolder whispered, starting to feel a rush of excitement through her body.

“Yo, Smolder?” Sandbar spoke up from behind. “I don’t think the teach will be happy with you snooping around…”

“At least tell us what you’re looking at!” Silverstream huffed.

“Yona want to know what big deal-oh shit!” the yak sputtered at the same time Smolder heard the door open, revealing Rarity walking in with her fluttering eyes and smile. The unicorn’s expression only lasted for a split second as the first sight she noticed was Smolder staring at the book. Her eyes widening, the unicorn shrieked and used her magic to teleport the book out of sight.

“Don’t you know it’s impolite to be looking at a lady’s books?!” Rarity’s ears flattened, but with her deep red blush, Smolder could easily tell the unicorn’s voice didn’t carry as much fire as it should’ve. “P-Please Smolder, just have a seat.”

“Yeah, okay,” Smolder took her seat in the front row and stared at Rarity as she took several deep breaths at her desk. “Are you alright? I’m not upset or anything…”

“You’re not?” Rarity stopped staring at her desk, her ears perking up.

“Of course not,” Smolder glanced at her classmates in the front row absentmindedly reading over their books before looking at Rarity and briefly winking. “Seemed like a very good book~”

“Yona would still like to know what it's ab-”

“Anyways!” Rarity rushed to her blackboard as she looked at her students. “So today’s lesson will be about burnout. Yes, it's something that very much happens when you’ve reached the limit of your generosity. Wouldn’t it be wonderful to be able to work and work as much as you wanted to? Or to constantly give your time to your friends and those who also need it? A lot of our lessons today have been about just that. But since we’re squishy beings and not machines, we often need to take a breather and give back to ourselves a little bit…”

Smolder nodded, finding that despite her eagerness to tease Mrs. Cake all day, she was kind of glad to have a brief break to recoup her energy. Although, with her magically enchanted futa dick, she was still considerably pent up as she ogled Rarity. A mare of class, with a lot of ass, Smolder was blessed with said glorious sight as Rarity turned her ass towards her as she pointed at the blackboard. Out of all the teachers save for Pinkie who was still in Canterlot, Rarity easily had the fattest ass. Her ass cheeks looked like a marshmallow buffet only enhanced with the incredible sight of a trio of diamonds on each ass cheek. And with her long eyelashes and blue eyeshadow, well-kept mane, Smolder was aware of the unicorn’s attempts a long time ago to entice stallions on the regular. Whether it was because of the quality of said stallions, poor luck, business with being an Element of Harmony and a teacher…or some mixture of all three, the unicorn hadn’t ended up with a partner for longer than a few months. While Smolder was sure that the book was really well written, she was far from okay with letting Rarity’s fantasies be settled by some books.

She could already see the image as clear as if it was really happening, saving up a considerable amount of bits and taking the lovely unicorn out to the fanciest restaurant in Ponyville, maybe even a good one in Canterlot. Rarity would longingly stare into Smolder’s eyes with a glass of merlot in one forehoof and the other in Smolder’s claw. And while the dragoness never really considered the idea of anything romantic until now, she took to the fantasy like a fish to water, being whatever the classy mare needed…until she was ready to let go of her class in the bedroom. It was too easy to imagine the white unicorn being a freak in the sheets, spilling profanities as she begged Smolder to fuck her harder whilst ruining her makeup. Out of all of the mares she had fantasized about that day, Rarity seemed easily the one to happily take the hardest fucking despite Applejack being a close second. Receiving piss poor attention from stallions as well as being a romantic at heart, Rarity would no doubt have so much to give to the first attractive creature who truly gave her the time of day. It turned on Smolder deeply, more so than within her loins. Her heart was set ablaze, and she even entertained giving her first kiss to the unicorn if ever an opportunity occurred. And the marshmallow buffet didn’t even attest to the sweet dark gray fat ponut and pussy lips that were front and center, with the unicorn’s gorgeously swirling royal purple tail out of the way as she continued her lesson. There was just endless beauty from the tip of the unicorn’s horn down to her cutie marks, and Smolder could see herself rescuing that princess out of her castle.

Almost getting lost in her storm of lust, Smolder glanced down and felt her excitement 180 into pure cold horror coursing throughout her body. Underneath the desk was a tent in her shorts as she had gotten rock hard from admiring Rarity’s holes and ass, and Smolder tried to put on her best poker face whilst taking deep breaths and trying to think of turn offs. Recalling the drakes back at home with searing pain in her mind and heart, her length almost instantly softened. But that wasn’t the end of it before raising her claw.

“I’m going to the bathroom,” Smolder announced, not waiting for Rarity to finish her lesson as she got up and rushed out the door. Flying throughout the hallways until she found a door that led to the one of the single unisex bathrooms. As she shoved the door open and then closed it behind her, locking it, Smolder then relaxed at the fact that she had the whole room to herself. Feeling an overwhelming burst of safety staring at the white walls of the small bathroom, there were no limitations to what she could do in the room. Using the remote in her shorts to turn the vibrator on the highest setting possible, Smolder ensured that even at Sugarcube Corner, Mrs. Cake would be getting powerful vibrations at the same time Smolder was properly giving herself release. Sure, if she really wanted to, Smolder could’ve ditched class for the rest of the day and got a quickie with her local MILF. But Mrs. Cake had zero expectations of Smolder showing up, and was probably busy at work making up for the hours she had the bakery closed. Grunting, Smolder dropped her shorts on the floor, staring at her steadily hardening dark orange length bouncing left and right as it longed for a home in the depths of a good mare cunt. Spitting a good amount of saliva onto one of her claws, she then put it to her dick and began rubbing up and down. While the sensation didn’t hold to the real deal of mare pussy, or a tight ponut, it would do as Smolder shut her eyes and imagined the options that were presented to her as clear as day.

Lyra and Bon Bon were the first ones for starters, the already openly lesbian couple expressing interest in dragoness action. Even if they weren’t into dick, the orange dragoness was more than happy to temporarily have a vagina again so that she could have some fun with the married couple. Then there were all her teachers that had expressed interest in her, and the same logic applied to them as well. While Smolder clearly had a preference for sticking a dick inside a mare, she understood if any of them ended up not being into that. After all, if Equestria taught her anything, it was that consent was one of the most important parts of sex. That, and the mare having a great time. Still, that didn’t stop Smolder from indulging in her imagination with them the way she wanted to. The first mare that came to Smolder’s head was, of course, the most recent one that she had seen. Rarity was a class act, and imagining her normal prim and proper routine being reduced to messy gurgles as she attempted to deepthroat Smolder’s cock was the stuff of legends. Spitting another wad of saliva on her other claw so she could jerk herself off with both claws, she gave into the fantasy with a few stray growls. The image of Rarity’s blue eyes rolling to the back of her head, her warm and wet mouth doing wonders in Smolder’s vivid imagination, lasted a few minutes before the dragoness’ curiosity wandered to different mares…

While the idea of being submissive was a laughable one to Smolder for the most part, she certainly wasn’t opposed to the idea of a challenge. A stubborn mare who might want to rock Smolder’s world with her muscular ass, competing with Smolder as the two tried to outfuck the other. There wasn’t a single doubt that Applejack would blow her mind, and make the dragoness also blow her load if the farmpony wanted her dick too. Imagining Applejack throwing her ass back to meet Smolder’s vicious thrusts, trying to outfuck a dragoness in her own game, sent jolts of fiery hot pleasure as the dragoness yearned for the challenge. While in theory, Rainbow Dash should also be able to be competitive and be the better partner in carnal affairs, Smolder had heard rumors here and there that her rainbow-maned teacher was a quick shot. Yeah, Rainbow Dash would definitely be easy to break.

Fluttershy too, as Smolder imagined the cute yellow pegasus wanting to get plowed in every way imaginable. For Celestia’s sake, the mare probably would willingly cook or clean for Smolder while allowing herself to get broken in by dragon dick at the same time. Whether it was on the kitchen counter, the couch, or probably out in the forest…Fluttershy would want nothing more than to be claimed. With her balls sloshing and pent up from not bursting any hot loads in Mrs. Cake’s hot pussy or tight backdoor, Smolder finally imagined Pinkie Pie. With how many unique endeavors that the party pony has gone on, it was almost a guarantee that she would want a turn with the dragoness’ hot dick. Imagining both her and Mrs. Cake begging for her cum, both their mouths open with their tongues out as they watched Smolder jerk off, the dragoness groaned loudly as she reached her breaking point. Her eyes flashing open just as she felt the first jolt of her cum escape her dick and land right on the bathroom wall, Smolder hissed and growled as she kept jerking off despite the mess. Rope after rope of her powerful and thick white load hit the walls and landed on the bathroom floor. The relief of her release lasting for a few seconds was replaced with the growing annoyance that coursed through her as she realized that she would have to clean up her own mess.

That is, at least what the dragoness originally planned until she heard a voice in the distance.

“Smolder?” it was Ocellus, of course it was. “Is everything alright? Listen, I um, told you that I was able to help you out with…oh great Celestia…your p-problems. You don’t have to run off or anything like that when I’m here for you.”

Her voice grew louder with each word she said, and Smolder covered her mouth from any noise escaping as she heard Ocellus knock on the door.

“Hello? Smolder?” Ocellus spoke up, and Smolder opted not to say anything. Waiting a few minutes of pure silence, or however long it was, Smolder shakily walked towards the door. Cracking open the door, she saw that the changeling wasn’t anywhere in sight. With a twinge of shame at her decision, Smolder swung the door open and flew out of the bathroom and towards the dormroom. Even if Ocellus was hanging around the dormroom hall waiting for Smolder, at least the changeling would sense way too much fear instead of the dragoness’ prior lust. Turning off the remote, Smolder decided to give herself a long break in the day to cool off from the excessive horniness that she had subjected herself to.

Hopefully Mrs. Cake had a better time getting off than I did…

“You have a great day, dearie!” Mrs. Cake grinned really wide, waving one forehoof as if she was trying to shoo the customer away as best as she could without seeming malicious in doing so. Sweat dripping down her fur, and red-faced as she handed the stallion his bag of sweet treats, she internally thanked Celestia for the customer’s simple reaction of tilting his head in presumed confusion before shrugging and walking out the door. With the service being slow otherwise, and Sugar Belle having left on her lunch break a few minutes ago, Mrs. Cake finally let out a loud feminine cry as she fell once more in the absurdly sticky puddle of cum behind the counter. The marecum all over the floor wasn’t from the entire day, since Mrs. Cake had frantically cleaned up the exact same spot multiple times in the day when she could, just to make sure that Sugar Belle didn’t notice it. But with the vibrating pussy plug stopping after a good several minutes of being on the highest setting, Mrs. Cake gasped as she was finally experiencing relief from the overwhelming stimulation that nearly made her pass out. Of course she had the option to quite literally pull the plug, but Mrs. Cake was addicted to the idea of being completely under Smolder’s control even when the sensual dragoness wasn’t physically there. While she would eventually go back to taking care of her family and running her business in earnest, roleplaying as a dragoness’ broken fuckpet was going to be delicious while it lasted.

Walking into the kitchen and into the closet to retrieve a mop bucket filled with cleaning liquids and a mop already inside for this very situation, Mrs. Cake pushed the bucket on wheels along out of the kitchen and behind the counter where the marecum was. Glancing out the front door to see if anypony was about to come in, Mrs. Cake stood on her hindlegs, exposing the end of the plug sticking out of her stuffed cunt for anypony to see if they walked in and looked over the counter. Grabbing the mop with her forelegs and squeezing it out with the bucket, Mrs. Cake flopped the end of the mop onto the physical evidence of her own lust and began mopping the spot thoroughly. The fact that Smolder could even start the vibrator inside her while she was cleaning brought a deep shudder through her body, with her blue fur briefly standing on end while her hindlegs trembled. Almost losing herself to the realized fantasy, Mrs. Cake shook her head to bring herself back to reality and continued mopping…

“Yona is still super excited to find out secret marefriend,” Yona commented as she looked to Sandbar, who blushed as he looked away from the yak and continued munching away at his pizza. Smolder watched as Ocellus placed a hoof on the green stallion’s shoulder, smiling at him as she waited till Sandbar took a deep exhale and smiled at the changeling. There it was again, Smolder frowned. What is going on with those two?

Are…Sandbar and Ocellus dating?!

“Is everything alright, Smolder?” Sandbar’s gaze focused on the dragoness. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

“Perfectly dandy!” Smolder insisted, and wanted to slap her own forehead. When in Tartarus did she ever use the word dandy? Staring down at the open pizza box and refusing to glance up at her friends sitting on the dormroom floor around her in a circle, Smolder reached for a meat lover’s pizza and started gobbling as intensely as possible.

Shortly after flying back to her dormroom, Silverstream and Ocellus had arrived. With Ocellus blushing and making sure Smolder was okay without getting into the extra details that she clearly knew, Silverstream then asked the two if they wanted to go to Sandbar and Gallus’ dormroom to have pizza and just hang out. It was only a day till Sandbar would reveal who he had started dating, and the growing excitement was clear among the six friends. But each time the partner was mentioned, Sandbar looked more like he wanted to dig a hole and crawl in it. How could the stallion both be so happy to announce his relationship, and look super uncomfortable at the same time? If it was Ocellus, was Sandbar worried about shaking up the group dynamic?

With Ocellus’ hoof still gently on Sandbar’s shoulder, the changeling studied Smolder’s wide-eyed and jaw-dropped expression before glancing at her hoof and pulling away from their mutual friend’s shoulder like it burned her.

“We’re not dating!” Ocellus blurted out, blushing a furious dark blue as her wings aggressively buzzed. “I just uh…oh goodness…I do know who Sandbar is dating, and they’re a bit different than what you’d expect. I’m not going to give anything away, but we’ve talked a lot about personal interests and I hope you guys can come to appreciate this change for Sandbar’s life as much as I have...as a friend.”

“Oh,” Smolder frowned, feeling her face growing red as she stared down at her half-eaten pizza slice. “Uh, sorry about making the assumption. I just think we’ve all been wondering who it was, but what really matters is that his partner makes him happy.”

“Well, that makes me feel better to hear you say that,” Sandbar nodded. “And may I just point out how happy I am to hear that you get along with the mare that made our cupcakes! I can tell that she made them with just a little extra love for the six of us, so thank you.”

Winking at Smolder, the dragoness felt a rush to her loins that she wasn’t ready for. Grabbing a pillow on the bottom bunk bed nearby, Smolder faked an exaggerated yawn as she brought the pillow over her crotch and propped her arms on them, sneaking a claw in her pocket and turning the remote again on a button at random. Regardless of if the wink was nothing, or if Sandbar was actively encouraging her to keep pounding the fat-assed MILF, Smolder’s imagination went into overdrive. Imagining Mrs. Cake’s fat blue ass cheeks twerking on Smolder’s dark orange erect pillar, Smolder felt said cock pressing firmly against the pillow.

As her friends kept asking about Mrs. Cake, some of their questions seeming more innocent than others, Smolder kept hitting random buttons on the remote as she imagined Mrs. Cake squirming needily while closing up the shop or just blatantly indulging in the vibrations on the bed. Smolder then watched as Ocellus’ face blushed further as the dragoness casually tried to speak upon how sweet the motherly mare was. Eventually, after a few board games and finishing off the pizza, Smolder and Silverstream retired to their shared dormroom. With her erection having calmed down enough to get away with walking with the hippogriff, Smolder relaxed as she listened to her hippogriff friend excitedly ramble about the possibilities of who Sandbar was dating.

Getting into bed, Smolder smirked as she set the remote on the highest setting for a good few minutes despite Silverstream’s ramblings before turning it off and going to sleep. As she had her eyes closed and about to pass out, the dragoness started to calculate a plan of meeting Mrs. Cake early before the rest of her friends on Sandbar’s birthday. A plan that even involved ditching school to an extent, maybe the same way she did in Rarity’s class. The last thought being plunging her thick cock into Mrs. Cake’s warm wet pussy once more, Smolder fell asleep…

“Fuck!” Mrs. Cake whined in her bedroom, using her soaking tail to pull the vibrating pussy plug out of her cunt with a tiny hint of pain from her body being used to the thick object for so long. With the stinging sensation leaving her after a few seconds, Mrs. Cake then took the mostly clean end of the toy in her mouth and brought it to the sink, placing it in the sink. While she had the pleasure of getting off multiple times in her now marecum-soaked bed, her eyes rolling to the back of her head and her tongue rolling out of her mouth as squirt after squirt of her own sexual fluids sprayed the bed and her tail despite her stuffed cunt, the vibrating plug was about to lead her into one final orgasm…before stopping abruptly. Enough time had passed that the naughty mother had realized Smolder had gone to bed. And while she could’ve hoofed herself to one more orgasm, Mrs. Cake intentionally abstained from doing so.

Now that the day was over and an overall success with business and keeping anypony from finding out her exhibitionistic side, Mrs. Cake had a growing hunch that Smolder was planning more for her. To use her holes one more time before her husband and employee would come back on Saturday, and Mrs. Cake was ready~