"Fluttershy."
Her name cut through the haze that filled the animal lover's brain, the word was spoken so softly, but with an undercurrent of force behind it, telling her without any uncertainty she had been given a command, and should follow. Her head snapped upward from the book she'd been pretending to read, but in reality had no memory of what it's contents had even been, or the last ten minutes. Her heart, which had seemed permanently lodged in her throat these past few days, lurched painfully.
Twili-Ms. Sparkle was looking at her expectantly, a delicate hand curled elegantly beneath her chin, her elbow perched atop the hard mahogany wood. "Please answer my question."
"Um, yes?" Fluttershy tried, her voice small and meek, a tremor making her sound ever so much more confused and unsure of herself than she already felt.
A delicate purple brow rose over glasses and Fluttershy ducked her head, her cheeks aflame. She had absolutely no idea what had just been asked, and the way Twiligh-MS. SPARKLE was looking at her made her feel like a dunce, an utter fool, who couldn't even comprehend her own name.
"The answer is," Ms. Sparkle continued, and Fluttershy's stomach clenched. The disappointment in her teacher's voice was so clear, that she wanted to curl up into a ball and never show her face to society, especially not her teacher. "Not a yes or no answer."
Fluttershy swallowed, her throat clicked and her eyes blurred with tears. Her bottom lip trembled and her grip on her pencil tightened until the edges dug painfully into the palm of her hand. This was torture. True, slow, painful, and humiliating torture. "I, I'm sorry, I-"
"Don't apologize, simply answer the question."
The words were crisp and held a firm authority to them. The order was absolute. Fluttershy stared blankly down at the blackboard where her teacher's elegant script sprawled. Her mouth opened, and she closed it. It felt like her brain had turned to mush. Nothing inside her head seemed capable of coalescing into a single coherent thought.
Ms. Sparkle sighed and shook her head, a flicker of emotion showing across her lovely features. One that made Fluttershy feel sick. She could hear the echoes of the other students laughter from the back of her mind, could still taste the lingering bitterness of the spitball that had hit her in…
"Since you can't seem to pay attention to me, perhaps some copying on the board is what you need?" Ms. Sparkles' tone had changed, now sharp and disapproving. Fluttershy's insides curled and her vision wavered.
"Y-yes, ma'am." Her voice sounded distant to her, and she realized, as she rose slowly, how shaky she was, her palms were sweating profusely, her fingers trembled, and her knees felt weak.
She glanced quickly at the board and then made her way around her desk, the quiet room seeming louder than ever. Her hooves clicked, echoing against the hardwood floor, and her breath rushed out between her lips.
"I'll go easy on you," Ms. Sparkle spoke and Fluttershy let out the breath she'd been holding, relieved. Then the other Equestrian stepped closer to her. A shiver stole through her body when she inhaled the enticing scent coming off of her teacher, and her head was turning against her will, her body swaying closer of its own accord. A rap to her flank jerked her back.
Ms. Sparkle was staring at her sternly. "Eyes forward and start writing. No dallying. We both know you're capable, put some effort in."
"Y-yes, ma'a--" But her teacher rapped her flank again, the ruler hitting the side of her rump and Fluttershy jumped, a surprised squeak leaving her.
"Eyes. Forward." Ms. Sparkle's voice brooked no argument. "If I have to tell you that again, there will be consequences. Am I clear?"
"Yes, ma'am," Fluttershy replied instantly, her mind racing. Eyes forward, eyes forward. She stared straight at the black stone before her, the chalkboard looming. She hated, absolutely despised the way her hooves were shaking, the way she could feel her thighs tremble and sweat sliding down her neck. She did NOT want her teacher to see the state she was in.
"Now, I want you to write, 'I shall obey the teacher' 25 times, and then..." Ms. Sparkle trailed off, her silence unnerving, but the ruler sliding across her skirt-covered rump wasn't any better. She could feel her rump twitch and clench, and then there was heat and tingling. "After, I'll give you a reward."
"Y-yes, thank you, ma'am." Fluttershy breathed, and then she took her first step toward the dreaded task. She swallowed thickly as she picked up the chalk and began her work. She'd only managed one line before a firm rap on her rear made her yelp and jump, her entire body going tense as a thin streak of heat and pain shot up her spine.
"Eyes. Forward." Came her teacher's crisp, commanding tone.
"Y-yes, um, yes, right, yes ma'am!" She babbled.
"Continue."
Fluttershy swallowed and, breathing in deeply, exhaled shakily, before obeying the command.
It was after her second line, when she was writing the word, 'Obey' for a third time, that she heard the tell-tale sounds of the ruler swishing, and braced herself. The sting was instant. Her muscles locked and her rump clenched as pain blossomed across her skin, followed by a warmth that went deeper, and tingled.
"Mm-mmfffph." Fluttershy whimpered, her tongue caught between her teeth, a desperate, needy sound leaving her throat.
"Don't dawdle. Keep writing." Ms. Sparkle reprimanded.
Fluttershy sucked in a ragged breath and nodded her head, her mane falling over her shoulder. "Y-yes, Ms. Sparkle." She could feel her throat tighten, her mouth was watering, and she had to swallow several times to rid herself of the saliva building behind her tongue and threatening to slip past her lips.
As she wrote the words, her ass burned. Each new sentence she completed was marked by another sharp tap against her quivering flesh, and by the fifth smack she could feel her panties becoming uncomfortably soaked and her pussy ached.
By the fifteenth, she could feel herself swaying and her breath came faster and faster.
"Your posture is horrible. Stand straight."
Fluttershy swallowed hard against the lump of nerves and arousal sitting heavy in her chest, and her legs were trembling almost as badly as her wings as she stood straighter. "Y-yes, ma'am." She murmured, her voice barely above a whisper as her mind screamed. She wanted to press her thighs together, rub them, anything to get rid of the persistent ache between her legs.
She needed more... more. Her entire backside was tingling and stinging, and all it did was make her arousal worse. By the final word, she could smell the evidence of her own desire.
"Done? Good." Ms. Sparkle's shadow loomed behind her as Fluttershy bowed her head and panted, her mouth hanging open, and the musky scent of her dripping cunt filled the room. "Bend over."
"Wh-what?" Fluttershy half-turned.
"Did I stutter?" The question was curt, and Fluttershy reacted instantly.
"N-no, ma'am." She squeaked, her heart fluttering and her body trembling. She leaned over and placed her hands flat upon the blackboard, a few inches away from her sentences. Her breathing was ragged, and she could see how her arm shook, and her body swayed, and she could feel the slick of her own arousal sliding down the inside of her legs. Her tail flagged, rising and falling.
"Ms. Sparkle, please, I-I'm sor-"
"Shush."
The word was spoken softly but Fluttershy obeyed. She stared forward and wished her bangs were longer so she could hide her face.
What hit her next wasn't a ruler. It was the flat of Ms. Sparkle's hand. And not on her upturned rump, but right against her aching cunt."AH AAAHHNN!" The cry tore itself from Fluttershy's throat and she trembled. Heat bloomed outward and her pussy pulsed and gushed, and her eyes rolled and her wings fanned out. The sensation was indescribable.
It was amazing.
"Oh, Celestia, Oh, oh, nn-aah." Fluttershy moaned and then jerked upright, her wings spread wide, her hands going back to the blackboard but Ms. Sparkle had already seen it.
"I thought I told you to keep your hands on the board. I was nice enough to bend you over and help you. That does not mean you can disobey."
"I'm sorry!" The apology was rushed and high-pitched. "Ms. Sparkle, please, I'm sorry, I-I'll behave."
"You had better. " A finger traced her soaked panties, the nail teasing her through the cloth. "A naughty student like you must learn her place." A pair of fingers dipped inside her panties and pulled, and the underwear tore with a resounding rip. "And students who cannot behave must be ...punished."
The finger returned, and there was no fabric between it and her hot, eager, sticky pussy. The digit slid into her effortlessly and Fluttershy made a noise that sounded akin to a whimper, a gasp, and a groan all at once, her wings shivering, her thighs squeezing, and her cunt pulsing.
"Spread your legs." Ms. Sparkle ordered, and Fluttershy obeyed, panting. The finger was pulled out of her, and before she could whine or complain, it was back. Only this time it was joined by another. Fluttershy threw back her head, moaning, her legs shaking.
"Please, oh, please." She whimpered.
"Please what?" The voice was a low purr, and Fluttershy's pussy clenched.
"Please. Please ...oh. M-more." She gasped as the fingers sped up, curling within her, the digits scissoring apart and pushing further up until they were hooking and hitting some spots that made her mind short-circuit and her vision darken.
"More? You're a greedy little slut, aren't you?"
Fluttershy's thighs clenched, and her hips jerked. A jolt of raw pleasure surged upward, and her thighs trembled and she cried out.
"Does that feel good?" The purple unicorn pressed against her back and Fluttershy could feel the heat and the rigid points of her teats.
"Yes, Ms. Sp-sp-sp-!" It was lost to a high keening as the thumb working her clit moved faster, and the fingers inside of her twisted and bent. Fluttershy could feel her body tense, her muscles tighten, and she could feel her wings jerk and her legs shake.
"Good. Because this is a punishment." The fingers inside of her disappeared, leaving her empty, leaving her feeling hollow, wanting, desperate, and the pressure of the other's body against hers faded as well.
"No! No, please, Ms. Sparkle, don't stop, please, I-." She began to turn.
"I said stay." The command was growled, and Fluttershy went stock still, her eyes widening. The only sign of the other's presence was the soft, measured breathing. "I believe, I've been too generous."
"Wh-wha-" Before Fluttershy could utter a complete word, something thick and heavy, and so very hot, slapped her ass. A sound of wanton need left her lips, and Fluttershy was dimly aware of a distant echo from her teacher as 11 inches of pure muscle and throbbing veins were pressed between her cheeks and she rocked her hips back, mewling.
"Ahnn, I'm so sorry. So, so, sorry. Ms. Sparkle, I'll be good, I swear, I will, I~ah~" She let out a whine that would have made a puppy proud, a pathetic, pitiful sound, and was rewarded. The shaft between her cheeks shifted, the blunt head pushing between her thighs, teasing her.
"Yes! Yes, oh, Celestia, Ms. Sparkle." Fluttershy babbled, her chest rising and falling, and she gasped when two warm hands grasped her breasts, and fingers found her nipples, rolling and pinching the sensitive flesh until they were stiffened peaks.
"No bra? What a bad little slut you are. Were you hoping for this?" Ms. Sparkles' voice was husky, and the rumble was low against her ear, Fluttershy keened, her insides pulsing, and she felt her juices dripping down onto the other mare's length.
"Yes. No, I-I." Words escaped her.
"Do you always run around wet and needy?" Ms. Sparkle continued, her voice thick.
"Only because of-of...mmm-ah!" The moan was dragged from her throat as her teacher rocked her hips, her shaft dragging along her clit and Fluttershy could feel her whole body grow hotter, her skin prickle, her core tightening.
"Of who, exactly?"
"You, Ms. Sparkle." Fluttershy sobbed it, unable to handle the way her cunt clenched and the ache in her body.
"Look at me."
"I ca-nn-AHH!" It was an agonized wail, as the purple mare pulled her back and slammed her lips against Fluttershy's. As her tongue slipped between her lips, the thick head of her shaft pressed to her entrance and thrust up, burying itself, spreading her open, filling her completely.
"MMMPHMMMMM!" The kiss muffled the scream, the tongue plunged into her mouth, and the hands squeezed her breasts and there was pain and a sense of overwhelming pleasure and it was everything.
Fluttershy felt as though her entire being had shattered, as her teacher ripped the orgasm from her. Her entire body clamped and shook, her pussy rippling and her fluids gushing, splattering the other's legs, and Fluttershy was left gasping into the other's mouth.
A small, almost cruel, laugh.
"That was fast." Ms. Sparkle cooed as her hands slid down, settling on the other's belly and hips before they tightened and jerked. "Now, it's time for the reward...My slut."
"Re-RewAHH-hAH-AHHH!" Fluttershy's eyes rolled, her mind went blank, and her entire body shuddered again, as magic wrapped around her, lifting her from the floor, while the thickness within her pulsed.
"Yes, that's right. I can feel how needy you are, how wet and dirty." There was a roughness to Ms. Sparkle's voice. It was as if she was holding herself back.
"Yes!" Fluttershy cried.
"Are you sure, because I could just leave you, hanging." Ms. Sparkle's smirk was evident in her voice.
"No! Oh, no, p-please. I'll be a good girl, Ms. Sparkle, please." Fluttershy gasped as she felt herself rise, the shaft leaving her, leaving her empty and her hips wiggled, her mouth falling open.
"And how will you do that?"
"I'll be a good little fuck toy. Oh, Ms. Sparkle, just give me more, more." Fluttershy whimpered and lifted her hips, her head tilting to the side, and her tongue lolling out.
"Good girl." And then she was filled again. Fluttershy's mouth fell open, her tongue extended and her eyes rolled, and she could hear a buzzing, a humming, the sound of the unicorn's magic. She was forced up and down, fucked like a doll.
"YES!" She wailed.
"This is what a horny, needy slut likes, isn't it." Ms. Sparkle hissed.
"Ye-ahh, yes, yes, y-es, yes." Each word was punctuated by the thrust of her teacher's cock. Each one was deep, almost to the base.
"Filthy. " Ms. Sparkle snapped, and Fluttershy agreed.
"Yes, filthy!" She screamed, and the pace increased, her ass bouncing against her teacher's crotch, her body shaking, the only thing keeping her upright was the magic that held her.
"And these fat tits! Look at the way they bounce." Hands grabbed her shirt and tore the last few surviving buttons, freeing her bare flesh to the air, and the mare behind her took full advantage, her fingers digging into the supple mounds, and her thumbs toying with the perky buds. "They're almost cow-like."
"Nnggghhh." The thought was shameful and made her pussy squeeze, her body arch, and Fluttershy could feel her insides ripple again, her breath becoming short, her heart racing.
"Oooohhh..." The word stretched from Ms. Sparkles' lips, becoming almost cruel, "Is that what you want? To be used as a breeding slut by your teacher?"
"Uhn-yes-ee-ya-mm~!" Fluttershy couldn't speak, focus, or think, the only thing she could do was hang there, suspended in the air and taken. Her tongue and eyes lolled, her mouth open, her wings twitching and her tail lashing.
"Hmm, I'm not sure that's good enough. Come on, dear, tell me, how much of a dirty bitch do you want to be?" Each sentence was followed by a thrust, her hips moving faster, her thighs meeting her ass with audible claps.
"Nuuhhaaa, I-ah, want, oh, Ms. Spark-ah!" Fluttershy's lips were sealed as Ms. Sparkles' covered them, her cock pounding harder, driving her deeper, and she was barely aware of her own movements.
Her hands went back, and gripped the other's hair, pulling her closer, their mouths melded together, their bodies pressed, their hearts hammering. She had to hold on, her hips bucking back, her pussy convulsing, squeezing tighter, and her stomach was so hot, the heat was spreading.
She was so close.
Then Ms. Sparkle's hands tightened their grip, pulling her closer... and down. The shaft within her became impossibly thicker and then there was warmth, a surge.
The first rope hit the deepest part, the second the third, and forth, and it was as if every inch of her, was enveloped in liquid fire and Fluttershy screamed and came.
***
Twilight panted, her eyes shut tight, her arms wrapped around the shuddering body of the yellow Pegasus. The soft, feathery wings twitched, beating feebly, the smooth and rounded rump squirming and twitching on top of her lap, and Fluttershy whimpered and shivered, her face tilted, her neck bared.
Slowly, Twilight reached out, cupping her girlfriend's chin, and pulled her into a slow, easy kiss, her lips brushing against the other's, and the yellow Pegasus melted, a quiet sigh escaping the Pegasus, who slowly relaxed, and Twilight was faintly aware of how much tension and stress she'd been carrying.
When they broke apart, the yellow pony leaned back and laid her head against Twilight's shoulder.
Twilight couldn't help but grin as she leaned against the desk, her arms still wound around her girlfriend. "How was that?"
"Really good," Fluttershy said, her eyes closed, her voice dreamy.
"You okay?" Twilight asked, a note of concern in her voice.
"Uh-huh." The response was slightly delayed. Twilight had to bite her lip, and she rested her head against her lover's shoulder.
"You ready for the aftercare? The water, food, blankets and snuggling?" Twilight asked, pressing a soft, sweet kiss to her jaw.
"Yeah," Fluttershy whispered, her smile widening, and her wings flexing, her body shifting.
Twilight smiled and pulled on her magic, and with a soft pop, and a flash, the two were teleported to the bathroom.
Once there, she was quick to fill the tub and helped her lover slip inside. As soon as Fluttershy settled in, Twilight began filling a basin with more water. She retrieved several clothes and began gently sponging her lover and herself.
"How do you feel?" Twilight asked, running her fingers through the feathers of her wing.
"Tired, sore, wonderful, and my butt is going to have an imprint of the ruler." Fluttershy laughed.
"Well, that was kind of the point." Twilight giggled, and a small burst of magic shot out and popped a candy into her girlfriend's mouth.
"Thank you." Fluttershy sighed, leaning back and relaxing as Twilight moved to the next wing.
"What do you think of the new scenario? Was it too much?" She asked, trying to keep the nervousness out of her voice.
"No. It was... hot. But, maybe…"
"Maybe what?" Twilight looked up, her eyebrow raised.
"I think we might need to find a different position," Fluttershy muttered, and Twilight paused.
"Oh?"
"Um, the standing doggy is fun, I'm not complaining, but... my legs nearly buckled a couple of times." The yellow Pegasus admitted, her eyes closed, and her face flush.
"Okay," Twilight nodded, biting her lip. She could do that, after all, they had a lot to play with and explore.
"Still, did you have fun?" Fluttershy turned her attention back towards her.
Twilight kissed her forehead. "I did."
"Good." Fluttershy gave her a brilliant smile and relaxed once more.
"Do you think you can handle some food before sleep?" Twilight asked, her magic already pulling a sandwich and bottle of juice from a small cabinet.
"Uh-huh," Fluttershy whispered and opened her mouth.
Twilight snorted and lowered the food to her partner. "You really are spoiled."
"Because you spoil me." Fluttershy chirped before taking a bite of the floating sandwich.
"Well, it's not like I can help myself." Twilight shrugged and resumed washing Fluttershy.
"I love you," Fluttershy whispered.
"Love you, too." She dropped another kiss on her forehead and kept working.
