A NEW Rivalry: Apples Versus Sparkles

"Relax yer throat...let it slide alll the way down...that's it...breathe..." instructed Granny, as she walked around her charges. There were four girls in her advanced class, all on their knees, with happy guys in front of them getting their cocks lovingly sucked. The class was taking place up in Granny's bedroom, with the red-scented candles lit all around, slow, sensuous music playing softly in the background, and pillows provided for the girls' knees. Granny was (barely) dressed in her red, baby doll camisole and fishnet, thigh-high stockings, 'fuck me' heels, and thong panties as she carefully scrutinized each teen's technique.

Diamond Tiara seemed to be having no trouble as she kept her eyes closed and her hands on her knees, easily swallowing a foot-long dick down her tight throat. She'd dressed up in a cute white lacy outfit, with garter belt stockings beneath frilly panties, while up top she wore a tiny, half-bra over her C-cups. She'd foregone her trademark tiara, but still kept her mane tied up in a bun, as she was still a bit squeamish about getting cum all over her mane, though she very much enjoyed the flavor! Her guy had progressed to holding her by the head and pumping her throat with his cock as his moans increased, so he should be blowing his load soon.

Next to her was her constant sidekick Silver Spoon, who was proving to be quite the natural cocksucker, in that she'd needed very little prior instructions as she'd eagerly been able to take on the biggest dicks that had frightened other fillies her age, as she apparently had no gag reflex! That, and her sexual appetite was so ravenous Granny wondered to herself if the little girl had some Apple in her family tree, as she could keep going long after all the other fillies were spent! Without being told, she knew to fondle her guy's balls just right, and how to find the sensitive spot beneath the head and tickle it with the tip of her tongue, then wrap her lips around the cock and stare up at her guy as she lovingly sucked and slurped on his dick. Granny carefully watched both her and the stallion's reaction to what she was doing to his cock, then took specific notes.

This one might be ready to learn the uber-slut techniques...

The next one was Rainberry, a little Unicorn filly with a greenish-white mane and big, blue eyes. Only having joined a few weeks ago, she also had set herself apart by being extremely cock-hungry! Granny had looked a bit into her background and found out she came from an all-female household, as was too common in Ponyville, where mares outnumbered stallions by a factor of three to one. This normally wasn't an issue, as polyamory wasn't unheard of, but every once in a while, they'd produce offspring that simply ached to be with the opposite gender! Rainberry had had her first sexual encounter with a boy only recently, and for her, it was as if an inferno had been lit! She simply couldn't get enough of sucking cocks, or being facefucked, or experimenting with new and exotic positions...in short, if it involved a dick (or several!) she was all for it! She was always the first one to class and the last one to leave, and she didn't care what the guy looked like or how big his cock was, so Granny made damn sure she took extra anti-pregnancy potions. It also didn't hurt her chances that she had the biggest tits out of all in the class, as well as the bootiest butt. Celestia only knew how big they'd get when she hit her twenties!

The last, Twist, was an unusually shy filly, who was seen as "one of the quiet ones," until you got her in bed. Even though she was past her childhood, she still retained her lisp, to her great embarrassment and shame, which was part of the reason she'd joined this class once she'd learned of it. Even though she'd grown into a bangin' body with sweet curves, full lips, a sizable chest, and a nice, round ass, most guys she met were hesitant to date her once they heard her voice. This was why she had the nickname, "Jailbait," and also why she made it a point to be seen hanging around other girls her age and doing the sexy things they did, so the word would spread. Under Granny's advice, she didn't dress too slutty, but just slutty enough to catch an eye or two: short-shorts, middie-top, white tennies without stockings to show off her legs, and light makeup, nothing too sultry. She had her change her 'school-marm' glasses for a pair that were far more mature, as well as coaching her on knowing just the right times to bend over after "accidentally" dropping something whenever she saw a guy she wanted to pay attention to her, and other such tricks. Right now she was in bliss as her head was forced back, with her guy sliding his cock in and out of her warm throat while she was caressing his balls and squeezing his ass. Her eyes were rolled back behind her glasses as her moans mingled with all the others in the room.

One by one, the males' cries increased, and they started blowing their loads down the fillies' willing throats. Granny looked on with approval as each student swallowed her guy's spunk down with little difficulty. "Don't spill none, gals....swaller it all!" she instructed. Each girl nodded as best she could with a huge cock in her mouth, and kept gulping. The guys gradually stepped back and pulled their cocks out of the girls' throats, as their teacher then instructed, "We don't ever leave 'em messy, do we gals?"

"No, Madame Smith!" said all the teens at once, as they immediately leaned forward and began sucking all the cum and spit off the guys' balls and shafts.

As she watched them all with approval, suddenly she gasped and looked up, then fell to her knees. Everypony in the room turned to her, and a few asked, "What's wrong, Madame Smith?"

She held her head and then shook it before answering, then said, "Ah jus' felt a great...Disturbance...as if...if a hundred cocks jus' cried out in ecstasy...an' were suddenly satisfied..." She turned her gaze to the open window.

"Sumthin' jus'...changed...in this here Town..."

"Alright, Spike! The first thing we need to do is move some of these books into the basement, and set up more beds!" The purple mare stood in the middle of the upstairs of the Library with her hands on her hips, surveying her new home. Her assistant grabbed another two boxes in his muscular arms and easily hefted them to his broad shoulders.

"Seriously, Twilight? How many beds do you think we'll need?" He looked around from his six-foot-plus frame and frowned. "I have my bed, and you have yours; unless you're planning on having another orgy, again so soon after the last one, we have all the beds we need..." She turned and smirked at him over her shoulder. He closed his eyes.

"Aw...crap!"