Parent-Teacher Conference
Parent-Teacher Conference
“Mr. Heir?”
Upon hearing his name called, Sol looked up from the magazine he was half-reading. The little waiting area set up in the back of the classroom that he was sat in was empty, save for himself, with no other parents scheduled for today. A bit strange, by Sol’s estimation; It had been quite a number of years since he last taught at a primary level, but Sol couldn’t recall often setting up many one-on-one meetings with any parents. Part of him was concerned, fearing what this could mean for Patch, but Sol soon stamped those fears out. Patch was a very smart kid, quite sociable, and more than just a bit obedient, so Sol struggled to believe that they would be getting in any real trouble. Regardless, not much could be done for it now, save for meeting the teacher and getting to the bottom of this.
Ingold Haysworth stood across the room, by the door to his office, looking a bit on edge. He was a bit thin and scrawny, for an earth pony, with a short mane of spiky bronze hair. Sol didn’t recognize him, not by name nor by face, so he reasoned he must be a new teacher at the school. He seemed a bit young, probably fresh out of school himself. Sol stood up from his seat and crossed the room, a polite smile everpresent on his face. He met the teacher and shook his hoof, taking note of how Mr. Haysworth’s anxiety seemed to rise with each passing moment.
“Good to meet you, Mr. Haysworth,” said Sol politely.
“And you, Mr. Heir. I’m glad you could take the time out of your day to meet with me.” Haysworth’s voice was unsteady and shaky, though he did his best to hold himself together. “Erm… Will it just be you today? I normally converse with Ms. Aurora regarding Patch.”
“Mh-hm. I’m afraid Aurora’s a bit tied up at the moment, she asked me to come instead.”
“Ah. Yes. Yes, of course. Well, do come in…”
Haysworth turned back into his office, with Sol right behind him. It was a small, little room, as to be expected, with little more than a desk, some chairs, a filing cabinet, and a few odds and ends that Haysworth kept on hand for lessons. The most notable aspect, at least from Sol’s point of view, was the foal sitting there waiting for him; Patch Work kicked their little hooves idly as they waited, looking up to Sol with a great big grin. Their tan coat was unmarked, save for the very apt patchwork heart on their flank, and their deep emerald eyes sparkled with joy and life. Their mane, a shade or two darker than their coat, was a bit shaggy these days, as Patch flatly refused to allow their parents to ever cut their hair. This caused Aurora no small amount of turmoil, but Sol just laughed it off. Let the kid have their little rebellious phase, he said. When dealing with a foal like Patch, Sol learned very early on that you had to pick your battles, and this one wasn’t worth fighting over.
“Hi, Papa!” said Patch with an excited little wave. Sol rustled a hoof through Patch’s mess of hair and smiled.
“Heya, kiddo.” Sol took a seat beside his child, while Haysworth trotted around behind his desk and took a seat. Now that they were all settled, Sol turned his attention to Haysworth. “So, Mr. Haysworth. What appears to be the problem?”
“P-problem? What problem?” stammered Haysworth. “There’s no problem! What makes you think we have a problem?”
“Oh. Well, just, usually, when a teacher sets up a one-on-one conference with a parent, it’s because something is wrong. Is it Patch’s grades?”
“Hm? No, of course not, Patch is one of my brightest students! Their scores are regularly excellent and… Wait.” Haysworth tilted his head, his confusion beating out his general anxiety for the time being. “I didn’t set up the meeting. I was under the impression that you wanted to speak with me about something.”
“Me? Why would I—” Sol stopped himself, smirking as the pieces began to fall into place. “Patchy…”
“Oopsie,” Patch smirked, their expression not dissimilar to their father’s trademark smug grin, and shrugged. “I was just telling Papa how you wanted to meet him someday, Mr. Haysworth, and he said he’d like to meet you too. So I thought you wanted an afterschool meeting!”
“Uh-huh. I bet you did…” Sol shook his head. He had a theory, and now, the only way to confirm it was to push it further. “So… Patch is doing good in class?”
“Yes, sir. Like I said, excellent marks in just about every subject,” explained Haysworth. Though he seemed a bit relieved now, his eyes kept darting to Patch Work, almost as if pleading with them. “They’re particularly creative, and I think giving them some more access to arts and crafts supplies would be very good in growing that beautiful imagination.”
“I see. And relationship-wise?”
“R-relationships? How do you mean?”
“Are they getting along with the other kids? Getting picked on at all?” The situation was getting clearer and clearer, and all it took now to confirm his suspicion was the expression Patch wore. They had a very particular mischief to their grin, the very same that Sol often saw when Patch successfully got what they wanted. “Patch has had problems in the past with students teasing them.”
“N-no, nothing like that. Patch is a very sociable child, they get along with just about everyone. I will say, they seem to prefer the company of fillies—”
“Hmph. That’s news to me,” muttered Sol under his breath.
“Hm? Say again?”
“Nothing, nothing. So you’re saying Patch doesn’t like the boys in the class?”
“I wouldn’t go quite that far, no. Patch can get along with all members of the class, but their main friends just so happen to be fillies. I think it’s because of their passion for sewing and crafting, which is shared by a great many fillies in the class,” explained Haysworth. “The colts care more about going outside and playing kickball, for the most part, which just isn’t Patch’s interest right now. Nothing wrong with that, of course, it just means they have less in common.”
“You know I like boys, Papa,” said Patch with a grin.
“Sweet merciful Celestia…” Haysworth cleared his throat and tried to compose himself a bit, but it was unclear how successful he was. “So… Is there anything else you’d like to discuss, Mr. Heir?”
“Hm… I’m just a bit curious of one thing, actually,” said Sol. “Patch gets along well with their classmates, that’s all good and well, but how do they interact with you?”
“Um… I’m afraid I don’t follow, I—”
“Do you like them? Do they like you? Are you close?”
“Oh, I can tell you that, Papa! ‘Course I like Mr. Haysworth!” chimed Patch. “He’s such a nice teacher, he really makes sure the whole class understands the subject before moving on. And he always has a little reward for me when I do well on a test.”
“Reward, huh? What kind of rewards are we talking about here?” inquired Sol, mostly just to play along at this point. He had heard pretty much everything he needed to hear by now.
“Oh, just a little sweet here and there,” said Haysworth, visibly sweating. “You know, I personally find that positive reinforcement, coupled with a tangible reward system, really encourages our students to work as hard as they can to improve and—”
“Yeah! My favorite reward is when you let me play in the closet with you!” said Patch.
And, in that moment, Haysworth looked about ready to keel over right on the spot.
"I-I… I'm not sure what that means, I assure you!" Haysworth was, understandably, rattled, retreating into his seat as Sol's gaze seemed to intensify on him. "Oh! Oh, yes, I understand now! Patch is talking about the board games! I keep a few board games in the closet, sometimes when it's raining out we play those during recess! Right, Patch?"
"Uh-huh! I really like that special one we play!" explained Patch, still grinning openly despite their teacher's clear turmoil. "The one where you tell me to lift my tail so you can kiss me on my special spot!"
Patch could barely contain their laughter as Haysworth let out an audible groan, the type of noise a man makes when he's expecting his next breath to be his last. He was beside himself, the expression on his face making it clear that he was running out of ways to talk himself out of this particular predicament. But, just when his stomach couldn't possibly knot itself up anymore, Haysworth noticed how both his student and the parent in the room were wearing matching smirks, neither fully able to hide how amusing they found the situation.
"Golly, Mr. Haysworth, lighten up! I'm just teasing you a bit," snickered Patch. "Honestly, you foal-fiddling types don't have much of a sense of humor."
"Patch, sweetie, you know it's not polite to call people foalophiles."
"Aw. Even if it's true?"
"Yes, Patch, even if it's true."
"I… I don't… I don't understand," said Haysworth, shaking his head. "What is going on here?"
"From what I can tell, what's going on is you're fucking my kid," said Sol. He stood up and very calmly closed the door, locking it while he did. Haysworth gulped, his demeanor in no way helped by how cool and collected Sol was as he returned to his seat. "What's more interesting than that is what's going to happen next.”
“P-please, let’s just talk this out a bit.” Haysworth stood up, as if hoping to somehow escape. Considering the door was locked, and there were no windows or any similar escape routes, it was very unlikely that he would find much success in that. “I know this looks bad, but you have to understand—”
“Trust me, I understand. When Patch decides they want to fuck you, it’d take an act of Celestia herself to stop them from getting in your pants,” said Sol with a little nod. “I speak from experience.”
“Mama says I’m very determined!” chimed Patch. Haysworth blinked once, twice, three times before rubbing his eyes with his hooves and shaking his head, as if he was just then waking up from a particularly deep sleep.
“Y-you too?” said the teacher weakly. Sol nodded, at which point Haysworth collapsed back into his seat. “Oh for the love of Celestia, you two nearly gave me a heart attack! I thought you were going to kill me!”
“No, nothing so drastic. Patch isn’t going to let anything happen unless they want it to,” said Sol with a shrug. “Plus, if I were a gambling stallion, I’d guess Patch initiated with you?”
“Yes! They cornered me one day after class! They’d been teasing me all week, and when I finally had some time to myself to, er… relieve myself—”
“He was beating his big ol’ dick in his office after he thought I left!” said Patch.
“Yes, well… Before I really knew what was happening, Patch… assisted me.”
“Mh-hm. Yeah, that’s how they got me, too,” said Sol with a nod. “One night, after I was done ploughing their mum, I sent her to get me a drink while I recovered. Must’ve dozed off, woke up a few minutes with a mouth around my flare. I assumed it was my sister, but when I look down, lo and behold…”
“Mama made it look so tasty,” giggled Patch. “I couldn’t resist!”
“So… Okay, you and Patch… As well,” said Haysworth, as if still trying to come to terms with the whole situation. “And… You’re not angry?”
“Why would I be angry about a teacher molesting my child in a closet during school hours?” asked Sol.
“Well, because—”
“I was being facetious. Listen, Patch is a smart kid. Smarter than me when I was their age. So if Patch trusts you, then I don’t really have a problem with it. Fuck them as much as you like, just, for Celestia’s sake, don’t get caught.”
“Of course not. I’m very careful about when me and Patch… meet.” Haysworth glanced from Sol to Patch, and back again. “Now that you two are done tormenting me, I must ask… What now?”
“Well, I told Rora I wouldn’t be home for another hour or so,” said Sol. “So why don’t we get to know each other a little better, huh? Whip out that ‘big ol dick’ that you tempted my kid with, eh?”
“Don’t worry, Papa,” said Patch with a grin. “He’s pretty big, but you’re bigger.”
“You want me to… Like, now?” asked Haysworth. “Mr. Heir, I don’t think it’s appropriate for us to—”
“Well, more for me. Patchy?”
“Yes, Papa?”
“Do you still have that special stretchy potion that Auntie Berry gave you?” asked Sol. Patch grinned from ear to ear, because they knew exactly where this was headed. All according to their plan.
“Took it before you came in, Papa,” said Patch giddily.
“Good kid. Get on the desk and show me your flank.”
Patch gave a little nod before scrambling out of their seat and up onto their teacher's desk. They wiggled their little rump in their father’s direction, flagging their tail straight up to show off their tight, tempting little hole. Sol licked his lips as he approached, slowly leaning forward to lick around Patch’s inviting little opening. Haysworth watched, somewhat dumbstruck by the sight of his prize pupil getting thoroughly tongued by their own father. Sol didn’t pay Haysworth much attention, as most of his focus was devoted to getting Patch nice and slick for him. Once the foal’s hole was thoroughly wet and ready, Sol stood up and mounted his child, prodding their opening with his drooling flare.
“Just like I showed you, Patchy,” said Sol, slowly forcing himself into Patch’s hole. With the effects of the potion Berry had long ago supplied them with, plus a bit of earlier practice, Patch was able to take their father’s length with relative ease, and they let out matching groans of pleasure when Sol’s head finally popped inside Patch’s snug little ass. “There we go, good kid. Take it, little slut.”
“Mmmm, yes…” purred Patch, wiggling their hips back to meet with their father’s coming thrusts. Sol moved a bit slowly, but steadily, to give Patch a moment to adjust, but they didn’t especially need it. Pretty soon, Patch’s flank was bouncing back against their father’s pelvis faster than Sol could thrust forward. “F-fuck… You like that, Daddy?”
“Oh, yeah…” Both Haysworth and Sol paused, the former blushing bright red when he realized that he and Sol had spoken in unison. The teacher cleared his throat, looking away for a moment before responding. “Erm… Sorry. Force of habit…”
“Always so… hnf… So nice, Mr. Haysworth!” Patch could barely string together a full sentence while getting reamed from behind, their little tongue hanging from their mouth as they took their father’s cock. “But… Why just sit and watch? I think it’s your turn… for some special place kisses…”
“I don’t know, Patch…” said Haysworth. “Your father…”
“Listen, the kid’s an energetic little cock sock, so they’re not going to be satisfied until they get filled up from both ends,” said Sol, rolling his eyes. While he generally found the situation to be amusing, Haysworth’s lack of a spine was beginning to grow tired, especially considering his former boldness with Patch behind closed doors. “While I’m more than happy to do it all myself, it would really be easier if you helped.”
“Not like it’s the first time you choked me on your cock, Mr. Haysworth,” said Patch with a wink. They opened their mouth wide, once again letting their tiny pink tongue hang from their mouth enticingly. Haysworth stared for a moment, his heart thumping as the tight, wet tunnel called to him. Haysworth still seemed a bit on the fence, so Patch sought to sweeten the deal by closing their eyes and letting out an adorable little “Ahhhh…”
“Well, if you think this is what’s best for Patch…” gulped Haysworth. He stood up from behind his desk, trying and failing to hide his erection as he approached his student. Haysworth propped himself up on his desk, finding himself eye-to-eye with the somewhat intimidating presence of Sol Heir. His hesitation melted away when an eager Patch leaned forward to take their teacher’s cockhead into their mouth and suckle at his flare. “Oh fuck… You little tease…”
Patch giggled around their teacher’s dick, making it abundantly clear that they took great pride in that title. They worked their tongue along their teacher’s shaft, drooling messily on the generous portion of meat that Haysworth was packing. Though Patch was content to keep on teasing, and take their time with Haysworth’s cock, but the increased speed at which Sol was moving his hips made that pretty difficult; Each thrust from behind sent Patch lurching forward and, in turn, sent more of Haysworth’s cock into Patch’s mouth.
“Gotta hand it to Berry, she’s perfected this potion,” grunted Sol as he pounded his kid like a cheap toy. “I slipped right in, but still… Merciful Celestia, you’re so tight…”
“I’ve never… Was afraid of hurting them…” breathed Haysworth. Finally, he placed a hoof atop Patch’s head and held them in place while he worked his hips, a gentle moan indicating that this was precisely what Patch had hoped for. A fat cock in each end? What more could a kid like Patch Work ask for? “But their mouth… Fuck me, I’m close…”
“They get a lot of practice. When you have your ‘meetings’, do you normally finish in their mouth?” asked Sol. Haysworth, his mind drunk with pleasure, shook his head, which brough a smirk to Sol’s face. “Well, trust me. The kid is tiny, but they can swallow a whole lot. Go ahead, give it to them.”
Sol barely had enough time to give Haysworth permission to cum before Haysworth was hilted in Patch’s mouth, a deep, satisfied grunt signaling his climax. Haysworth spurted his load, with Sol not far behind; He bucked his hips sharply, slamming his length as deeply as Patch could handle before finally erupting. Patch was in heaven, flooded from both ends with a deluge of warm, sticky, delicious cum, and the foal giggled with satisfaction when they felt both of their partners slump slightly as they pulled out. Part of the effects of “Auntie” Berry’s potion was to help contain any leakage from the rear (for ease of cleanup, to avoid suspicion, and to ensure Berry would have access to samples for her research), but it was up to Patch to handle the cum in their mouth. Thankfully, Sol was right, and Patch had no trouble at all gulping down every last salty, bitter, sticky drop.
“Ahhhh…” Patch held their tongue out, to show that they had swallowed it all, before licking their lips and slowly sliding back off of the desk. “Thanks for the tasty treat, Mr. Haysworth! You’re my favorite teacher I ever had!”
“Was… My pleasure…” panted Haysworth. He glanced up at Sol and, after weighing his options for a moment, leaned forward to peck Patch on the lips. “And you’re my favorite student, Patchy.”
“Aww, how sweet,” said Sol, only partly mocking in his tone. Haysworth cleared his throat and sat himself back in his chair, trying to regain some degree of professionalism. “So… Anything else we need to discuss, Mr. Haysworth? Regarding Patch’s performance in class, I mean.”
“N-no, I think we’ve about covered it. Thank you for your time.” Haysworth offered his hoof, and Sol shook it. When Sol attempted to pull away, Haysworth held him in place for a moment. “Erm… Though, perhaps we should make these meetings a bit more regular. For the sake of Patch’s development.”
“Of course. I only want what’s best for my little Patchy.” Sol and Patch looked up at the teacher with identical smirks, their resemblance absolutely uncanny. “This time next Friday works for me. For now, Patchers and I need to head home. Rora’s making sausage rolls for dinner.”
“Ooh! That’s my favorite! I love sausage!” said Patch with a wink. They hopped up beside their father and the pair made their way for the door together, with Patch waving over their shoulder as they went. “Bye-bye, Mr. Haysworth! See you in class! I’ll miss you!”
“I’ll miss you, too, Patch. You two have a wonderful evening.” Haysworth watched the two depart and, after he was absolutely sure they had left, he let himself collapse into his chair, dropping his tired head onto the surface of his desk. “You little cock-hungry slut…”
