Orgasms? Just Say Neigh!

Chancellor Neighsay had known better days, all things considered. He lay there face-up on one of the school's science tables, his signature cloak discarded, authority stripped bare. His hooves felt stiff, which was because they were tied down at each of the corners of the table, spreading him akimbo. Around his horn, a magical incantation swirled, blue and purple lights dancing overhead, locking him out from his natural magical reserves. And down below...

"Hehe, it looks cool!" came a youthful, effeminate voice. Neighsay felt the poking of a claw at his stallionhood, and looking up, he found it belonged to a pastel pink hippogriff. She was not alone.

"Will the magic really work?" questioned another. This was the changeling - frail, fragile thing, she looked. She referred to the incantation cast around his lower horn. There it sat, at the base of his cock, mocking him.

"Headmare Twilight cast it herself!" declared a triumphant male voice above him. While all the other rabble congregated around his hind hooves, eyeing him up, this one stood by his head, leading the charge. He had helped organize this whole thing. "He'll feel everything down there, but he won't be able to do anything about it."

"Yona want to go first! Yaks first!" came a booming voice. Neighsay shuddered at the mere thought of what she suggested. It was bad enough he was in this situation, but with a yak...

He tried to speak out in protest, but he was gagged, a shiny red ball occupying the space in his maw, held in place by straps that clasped shut around the back of his head.

His attempts at intervening were interrupted by the pony at the helm of the operation, however.

"Friends and creatures from around the world," he addressed his waiting crowd. "We are gathered here today to join in the shared repentance of one Chancellor Neighsay."

The pony ruffled his mane with a hoof, mocking him.

"Who has eagerly accepted our invitation to undergo our group healing project, to help him see the error of his prejudicial ways. Because headmare Twilight threatened to get Princess Celestia to replace him as head of the E.E.A. if he didn't," he added hastily, eliciting an eruption of snickering.

"Get on with it, Sandbar!" came the raspy voice of the orange dragoness.

"Just making sure we're all on the same page here, Smolder," he said.

"Why do I have to be here?" cut in a pouty griffon in a grumpy tone.

"We're a team, Gallus!" remarked the energetic hippogriff. "We can't do this without you!"

Sandbar cleared his throat.

"Anyway," he continued. "Headmare Twilight kindly cast a spell on our good friend the chancellor, making him completely unable to cum."

The hippogriff started cheering as though she were at a sports stadium, before being elbowed by Smolder.

"Pipe down, Silverstream."

"Which is where," Sandbar pressed on, now opting to ignore the interruptions. "We come in. We need to show the chancellor here that when you deny yourself the pleasures of getting to know creatures of other species, it hurts you more than it hurts them. Isn't that right, everycreature?"

A chorus of whoops and murmuring agreement resounded in the classroom, the school it was attached to long since closed for the day.

"Yona can go now?" pleaded the beastly Yak.

"He needs warming up first, Yona," said Silverstream, prodding the chancellor's limp meat with a claw yet again. "I'll get him started for you!"

Wasting no time, the perky hippogriff began stroking Neighsay's rod with her claw, dexterous digits gracing his member with their presence.

"That's the thing about claws, isn't it, Silverstream?" quipped Sandbar. "They offer so much more freedom of movement compared with hooves. So much more... pleasurable."

As her stroking intensified, Neighsay's eyes widening all the while, his cock soon sprang into action, blood pooling in his nethers as he quickly attained a semi-hard state of being.

"Wouldn't you agree, Chancellor?" taunted Sandbar.

The chancellor shook his head, slamming his eyes shut. He may have agreed to this under duress, but he wouldn't let the brats break him! He was a pony's pony, right the way down to his core.

"I dunno, I think he likes it!" said Silverstream observantly, bringing her other claw into the action by fondling his balls.

"Fascinating," remarked the changeling. "His body clearly responds to the stimuli, yet he would deny his own desires, even when the evidence is plain to see! Ponies can be so weird," she concluded, before hastily adding "No offense, Sandbar."

"None taken, Ocellus. Friends are understanding of differences. Appreciative of them, even. And importantly, friends forgive. Don't you want to be our friend, Chancellor?"

Neighsay kept his eyes shut, writhing a little under the hippogriff's care. She may have seemed ditzy and naïve, but she worked his shaft like a seasoned pro, and the results were clear. Neighsay's shaft stiffened until he was fully erect in no time at all.

"Ooh," cooed Silverstream, genuinely taken in by the sight. "I've never seen a pony's dick before! It's so big..."

Gallus scoffed. "It's not that big."

Smolder pulled on the tufts of feathers on his head teasingly. "Seen a lot of pony dick, have you, big guy?"

"That's not what I meant!"

"Yona still want her turn! Hurry up, please!"

"Guys, guys, stop fighting," said Ocellus, trying to calm the group down. "We're here together for a reason, remember?"

Neighsay breathed heavily, nostrils flaring as his more base equine behavior took hold, Silverstream pleasuring him like an expert while her friends bickered around her. They were acting so casual about all this, sniping at each other with friendly banter while one of them milked his cock.

He wouldn't admit to the how delightful the tingling pleasure was as the hippogriff caressed every square inch of his throbbing cock. And he especially wouldn't admit that he wanted nothing more than for her to ditch the foreplay and throat the thing already. No, certainly not.

His repressed desires never came to pass, though now that he was at full mast Silverstream worked his tip a lot more, dancing a tickling claw under the base of his flaring head while another poked at his slit, just barely spreading it and teasing his urethra. He cried out in muffled grief at the mixed emotions, his whimpers suppressed by the ballgag.

"You're so good at this, Silverstream," complimented Ocellus.

"Aww, you," she said, fanning her other claw in a mock gesture of modesty, before bringing it back to his balls. She was not content to leave it there, though, quickly changing course to the chancellor's ass, slipping a claw inside and feeling around in his hole.

"I know I'd be finding it hard not to cum right now if you did that to me," encouraged Sandbar.

"And Gallus would have come three times already."

"Shut up, Smolder!"

As Silverstream pushed him to his limits, the chancellor found no relief. His cock whined and yearned for a release that never came, the incantation at his base stemming the tide. It was torture.

"I think he's ready for you now, Yona," said Silverstream, coming to a stop and moving out of the way.

"Finally," said Yona, a big smile on her face, "Yona show why yaks are best at fucking."

Sandbar smiled tenderly at her. "Go for it Yona."

"Yeah, give it to 'em, Yona!"

"Show him who's boss!"

Yona grinned wider, wasting no time in mounting the table the chancellor lay on before quickly slamming her groin down on his upright shaft, enveloping it immediately in one fell swoop. She squatted on his crotch, ass making contact with his balls, before darting upward again in a flash, leaving him no time to catch his breath. As quick as she had retreated, Yona returned with a thud, firmly hilting Neighsay in her. The chancellor struggled under the heavy yak, the intensity of her slams rattling his spine and making him kick out in vain with his bound legs.

His mind spoke out in rebellion of the act. He could think of little more humiliating that being mounted by such a beast! Let alone being used like a mere toy, his cock serving as a plaything for the strong yak mare.

Her vagina was deep, owing to her size, and accommodated him with ease. This may have lightened the impact of the experience were it not for the ferocity of her mating, her rear end pistoning up and down like some sort of mechanical device. On instinct, he tried to use his magic, but the spell fizzled up at the end of his horn, discharging in a series of harmless colored sparks, and sending a mild pang of pain down to his forehead.

"Ah, ah, ah, Chancellor," spoke Sandbar, who had not left his station at the head of the table. "We wouldn't want to do that, now, would we?"

The chancellor gulped, sulking as he turned his face to one side, refusing to meet the pony's gaze. And to think, he once though this one was the student he could trust. He was having second thoughts about this whole thing now, even if his career was on the line.

"Yak pussy is best! Yona make you cum in no time!"

"He can't cum, genius - the spell," reminded Gallus.

"Yona break through dumb spell. No spell stop any little pony cumming inside superior yak pussy."

Seeming to set herself a challenge, Yona egged herself on, despite the impossible goal, picking up her pace even further. She slammed into Neighsay's lower tummy, his rock solid member feeling out every detail of her insides all the while as she narrowed her eyes and gritted her teeth.

"Just... cum... pony... forget... dumb... spell..."

She spoke each word at the moment of impact when her hefty posterior planted down on Neighsay's body, her plump, furry cheeks pounding him and clattering against the table, the sound of firm flesh on metal reverberating throughout the classroom.

Neighsay's lips curled over his gag, his limbs stretching out as he winced. His cock pulsated erratically, as though he were finishing, but he shot no load, his semen remaining locked away in his aching balls.

"Oh, he trying to cum, Yona feel it! Come on..."

"Hehe, looks like mister 'ponies first' has a soft spot for yak pussy!" taunted Smolder.

"Fascinating. I wonder which form he'll prefer out of all of us. You know, some ponies use hate to mask their desires. Perhaps he has something of a fetish?" wondered Ocellus.

"I don't think he can even think straight," said Gallus. "Listening to Yona makes my head hurt at the best of times, but his cock must be pounding harder than his head right now."

Yona did not relent, and thus Neighsay's twitching did not stop. His anatomy betrayed him, hips bucking with as much free motion as they had to try and spur himself to climax, to end his torment, but nothing came.

"Look, he's trying to fuck her!"

"Ooh, he likes it!"

"Hey Yona, maybe you two should go on a date after this, hah."

After some minutes of this and a growing frustration on the faces of both participants, little changed. Yona was irate that her technique did not defy magic, while the chancellor was distraught at how much he needed release, and how much he hated that he wanted it in spite of the savage who was mounting him. He felt emasculated as she continued to take charge, treating him like a slab of meat, but eventually he was spared by the concerned voice of one of the ruthless yak's friends.

"Yona... I think he's had enough. He's not cumming."

Yona stopped mid movement, Neighsay's cock half hilted in her. "Oh, fine, Yona give up."

The yak dismounted, and Neighsay's cock shook, trembling at the sudden change, her soft inner folds kissing his shaft on the way out as he exited her with a pop.

"Only two down and he already looks done," remarked Gallus.

"Good, I'm sure he's learning a lot," said Sandbar. "Who's next?"

The dragoness cocked an eyebrow before pointing to herself with a sharp claw. "I'll take this one," she said casually, strolling up to the table where their headmare's boss lay bound.

She gave his cock a slap with her hand, prompting him to cry out behind his gag, his hooves struggling against their ties as his body instinctively tried to sit up.

"Oh, don't be mean, Smolder," said Silverstream.

Smolder laughed. "Just had to get one in," she said. "For all the trouble he caused us."

Smolder faced away from the prone pony, scooting up onto the table on her ass, before positioning her hiney over his still waiting cock. She gripped it in one hand, steadying it as she guided it to its target, her tight entrance awaiting. The lithe, slender little dragon was a difficult fit for the chancellor, but he had no choice in the matter. With Smolder's determination and patience, her ass dropped, slowly but surely, as she started to take him inside. She closed her eyes and grimaced a little, the unfamiliar feeling taking some getting used to.

"You're doing great, Smolder!" cheered Silverstream.

Despite her clear difficulty in taking the pony's cock, Smolder's face transformed from a look of gritty determination to a benign, cocky grin. "Of course I am."

Draconic pussy gripped Chancellor Neighsay's dick like a vice. She was impossibly tight. While Yona had been all about brute force, the dragoness had no choice but to take her time, for her own sake more than Neighsay's. Every inch of his needy cock she traversed felt like heaven, tears welling up in the corner of the chancellor's eyes. Surely a dragon couldn't feel better than a pony, right? They were completely barbaric! And yet, as Smolder enveloped more and more of the chancellor's cock, he couldn't deny it. This was the best feeling ever. As his penis stung from the overstimulation, he moaned.

"Ooh, got him moaning like a slut, now," she said, straddling him reverse cowgirl style, throwing a hand onto his exposed stomach for support, her claws snaking between soft tufts of fur.

"What do you think, Chancellor?" asked Sandbar. "Having second thoughts about non-ponies?"

As the cream colored stallion leaned over him, locking eyes with the older pony, Neighsay did not avert his gaze. He knew that Sandbar was right, but he wasn't ready to admit it.

"I think he's coming around."

"Only one way to be sure, though, right?" said Silverstream.

"More data is always helpful," chimed in Ocellus, who had, at some point, procured a notebook and pencil and was taking notes.

"Trust you to be a nerd about this," quipped Gallus.

Smolder squatted a good half way down his length before giving her booty a little shake, sending tremors vibrating down Neighsay's wanting cock. As he gasped, the dragoness quickly darted upwards, knees straightening slightly as her back arched, her lower lips caressing his pole until they met his tip, tugging at the undersides of his head.

So tight was Smolder, that every slight movement caused shivers, the chancellor's limbs twitching and spasming, held back only by his binds as they thrashed against the metal desk. Spurred on by the movements below, the plucky girl sat down once more, hiding most of the pony cock inside her, taking much more of his length this time as she slid down across her own gushing juices. Smolder's face screwed up once more into a look of lust and determination, melted over a base of spite.

"F-Fuck, Sandbar! You didn't tell me ponies were packing like that..." she said, catching her breath. "I can hardly... fit him inside me..."

"Just take your time, Smolder," encouraged her pony friend. She smiled, before Gallus broke her out of her good mood.

"Heh, looks like little miss tough as nails is more of a princess than we thought. Is that pony dick poking holes in your strong exterior, Smolder? I thought dragons were supposed to be equipped. Or is this your first time?"

Smolder glared, her eyes narrowing as her claws dug into Neighsay's body, causing him to cry out behind her.

"I've done this sort of thing lots of times!" she insisted.

"What, crash out because a pony that's tied down and can't use his magic is somehow still dominating you?"

A guttural snarl echoed around the room. "I'll show you!" she decreed, resuming her romp as she bounced on Neighsay's cock with renewed vigor, his relative girth doing nothing to slow her down now. Once again, Neighsay instinctively tried bucking his hips, the pleasurably agony of his inability to get off driving him wild. His mind was breaking, thoughts fractured under the sound of scaly cheeks clapping in front of him, while a finned tail swirled around over his head, every movement of her behind sending the cudgel this way and that, darting dangerously close to his face on a few occasions.

"I'll... show you... dominated..." she bemoaned, letting out a deep breath as plumes of fire emanated from her lungs, arcing towards the ceiling. Neighsay's eyes bulged; was he in danger? This was exactly the sort of thing that gave him reservations about letting such creatures into a school!

"Chain... us up... will you?!" she demanded of the alarmed chancellor, who was incapable of responding. "I'm gonna... ruin you... forever..."

As four of her claws dug deeper into his tummy, the she-beast digging in for dear life as she rode him, her other set crashed down against his left thigh as she slapped him repeatedly.

"That's more like it! Go Smolder!" cheered Sandbar. Even Gallus raised an eyebrow, somewhat impressed. As her pace quickened still, she felt an unmistakable trembling within her, the chancellor's dick vibrating like some sort of magically-assisted sex toy.

"Nuh-uh!" she taunted, "No cumming for you!"

Her tail whizzed past right above Neighsay's muzzle, making him flinch. Smolder was taking him all the way with each thrust now, right to the base, her own pert thighs making contact with his groin as she slammed him.

"Yaks best, but dragons not half bad either," remarked Yona.

"Better finish up, Smoldy," said Silverstream excitedly, pushing her pale blue friend in front of her. "It's Ocellus' turn!"

Smolder complied, but not before getting in a few more good thrusts. When she dismounted, her legs trembled, the short dragon quaking as she struggled to walk away from the table.

"Here, lean on me, Smolder," said Silverstream. Smolder did so with a blush, embarrassed at the difficulty she was having, having clearly overexerted herself after being egged on. "Now, go ahead, Ocellus!"

The aqua bug stopped in her tracks, eyes darting back and forth her assembled friends. "I'm nervous," she admitted. "I know this was basically part of the job description for changleings under Chrysalis, but it's actually my first time..."

"Don't worry, it was Smolder's first time too, and she did great!"

"Was not!"

Sandbar brought a hoof to his chin, thinking. "Maybe it would be easier if you started as someone else?"

Ocellus pondered the idea. "Yeah, okay... besides, I suppose I always have my notes to fall back on."

Neighsay, from his limited field of vision, saw a flash of light and heard a shimmer of changeling magic. As Ocellus climbed atop the table, the face that greeted him left him stunned.

"Now, just what have you been doing to my poor students, chancellor?" cooed the words of headmare Twilight Sparkle. Except it wasn't Twilight - the chancellor knew that it was a mere imitation, no matter how convincing, the words coming from an insect-like creature within, wearing the guise of another. What a mockery of ponykind!

Still, in his aroused and frenzied state, the sight of an admittedly attractive pony like her giving him bedroom eyes as she hopped over his barrel, flanks resting against his still erect cock, made all the positive stimuli in his brain light up at once.

Ocellus ground against Neighsay's meat, the soft lavender rear she now sported making the task all the more pleasurable for the writhing chancellor. "Now remember, Chancellor," she said, bringing a hoof to his face, stroking the side of his head from his brow down to his chin tenderly in one motion, "My school is for creatures of all backgrounds, of all shapes and sizes."

She wrapped her tail around his dick as she bounced, tightly encasing it, underscoring his pleasure as she stepped up the bespoke fantasy.

"Be honest, Chancellor... have you had naughty thoughts about me?"

Neighsay just looked away, prompting a sigh from the sultry mare that straddled him. Ocellus uncurled her tail and brought her rear up and over his tip, pushing herself down onto his cock and eliciting a labored moan.

"Come now, Chancellor. This is a place for honesty. Have you had naughty thoughts about me before?"

Chancellor Neighsay nodded his head up and down wildly, begging for more. Ocellus giggled like a filly, the sensation of doing so with her own headmare's voice still slightly foreign to her. "Good boy."

Around her, Ocellus' friends stood silently, several mouths agape, stunned by just how quickly she had taken to this and what a convincing job she was doing of portraying a twisted, slutty version of Twilight Sparkle.

Ocellus took Neighsay into her - that is to say, Twilight's - pussy, giving him another ride. She leaned over as she did so, storking his head and giving his inert horn a long, lavish lick, making him sweat and shiver.

"Holy moly..." said Gallus, beak open.

"It like Twilight really here," concurred Yona.

As Smolder leaned against Silverstream, clutching her for support as her knees still wobbled, she wiped her forehead. "Damn."

She was half tempted to start fingering herself at the erotic sight there and then, but her aching legs and belly made her reconsider the notion.

Ocellus continued rutting the chancellor, Twilight's cute chirps and moans escaping her lips. "Unf... like I said, dear Chancellor... my school is for friends of all shapes and sizes. It could have griffons, yaks, or even... a manticore!"

In an instant, a blinding flash and whirring chime hummed out, the purple unicorn transforming in an instant into a female manticore, which Neighsay was still inches deep inside. The maneless felid let out a fearsome roar right into the shaky chancellor's face, the force of which sent the folds in his skin flapping.

"Mmf! Hng, lengy oo!" he cried, looking left and right, before catching Sandbar's attention. The pastel earth pony just shook his head solemnly, pleas for release falling on deaf ears.

Ocellus the manticore let out another roar, this time directed skyward rather than at the chancellor in particular. Her cat-like hips bucked, burying the terrified pony deeper into her as her wings flapped.

"Woah," came the only sound from around her.

Tears streamed down the chancellor's face at the intensity of the fucking he was receiving, adrenaline spiking as the fear and thrill all rolled into one. As if his captors hadn't tormented him enough, now he was face to face with a wild and dangerous animal. Ocellus didn't let up, giving the chancellor's face a series of long licks, slobbering all over him, much of her spit seeping into his mouth around the gaps in his gag. No pony was meant to experience this. Yet here he was, wishing for nothing more than to fire off a fat load into this thing. If Neighsay could have traded all his worldly possessions for one thing in that moment, it would not be for the safety of his homestead and his warm bed covers, it would be for some freak magical accident to dissipate that accursed spell. It was no longer a question of want, but need.

As more manticore saliva coated his face, he began to cough slightly behind his gag.

"Don't choke him, now, Ocellus," said Sandbar.

She pulled back, making a distinctive but unintelligible grunt as though to say 'sorry'.

As the manticore pushed back once again, hilting the chancellor, another flash prompted him to re-open his eyes. When he did so he was face to face with the changeling, back in her true form.

"Hehe, sorry, Chancellor," she said innocently, pushing her hooves together timidly. "I just couldn't resist the chance to compare your reaction to different forms."

The changeling slowly brought her hip bucking to a halt, and the chancellor's heart rate slowly lowered again. As she climbed off the table, the group came to a realization.

"Only one left."

All eyes were on Gallus.

"Oh, no no no," he began, waving his claws in front of him in a disapproving gesture.

"C'mon, don't be such a baby," complained Smolder, glad to be getting a jab back at the griffon who had mocked her. She was standing freely again, having recovered somewhat from her own rodeo session. "We all went."

"This is supposed to be a punishment that tantalizes him, right? I bet he doesn't even like stallions, so there's no point!"

"Oh, he likes stallions, alright," said Sanbar, rubbing the captive Neighsay's cheek with a hoof. "He made a pass at me after he freed me."

Silverstream brought her claws to her face, beak agape. "Even in the midst of all that trouble, with Equestria's magic disappearing? Oh, that's so naughty, Chancellor!" she said, in a tone indicating no disapproval whatsoever.

"I bet he's been eyeing your fluffy ass all evening."

"Hehe, yeah, he was probably thinking of your big feathery butt when he was with Yona."

"Was not! Yaks best at sex, pony no think of anycreature else!"

"...My butt's not that big, is it?"

"It's big enough that my foot's going up there if you don't get on with this," whined Smolder.

With a gulp, the Griffon walked toward the science table, and the bound chancellor.

Neighsay, for his part, was still at attention, his penis throbbing all on its own without contact, such were the effects of the relentless assault suffered thus far. His face was drenched in sweat, even as Sandbar continued stroking it tenderly with one hoof while he awaited Gallus to make his move. The helpless chancellor was in twin states of ecstacy and dread, shame and delight. His prejudices clashed against his carnal desires, leaving no room for coherent thoughts in his brain. He was numb, by now, to the feeling of being swapped around like a prop.

Gallus climbed on top of the table, looking down at the chancellor as Sandbar pulled back, giving him space. Deciding that this was too weird to do facing the pony, he turned around, opting for a pose similar to that which Smolder had adopted, showing Neighsay his back as he squatted over his lower pillar, the pony's size handily beating his own, not that that was apparent right now, with the griffon's member still sheathed and hidden.

As he lowered himself onto the waiting rod, his tail twitched wildly with nerves. Eventually, he found the courage to bring Neighsay's tip to his cheeks, parting them slightly with assistance from his own claws.

"You got this, Gallus," cheered Silverstream. "Fuck him good! Give him one from me, too!"

"Not helping," he muttered under his breath, before the altitude of his hindquarters dipped, taking the tip inside his ass. "Ah..."

Neighsay, too, felt the intrusion, the griffon's tight hole gripping his cock just as the dragon's slit had before. He felt a blush paint his face as he remembered Sandbar's words. He supposed the griffon wasn't exactly unattractive. Or was that just the brainwashing of this little punishment getting the better of him? Sure, he didn't think non-ponies were a good fit for Equestrian schools, as such, but if he were on vacation abroad, in Griffonstone, perhaps, he wouldn't exactly object to mingling with the locals... oh, what a good bag of bits could buy him.

Gallus reared back, his soft ass eating up about half the chancellor's cock in one motion before stopping abruptly, the griffon's cheeks wobbling at the sudden shift in momentum.

"Ah! I slipped!"

Smolder snickered blatantly from behind her claws, while some of the others just rolled their eyes.

The reverse lunge prompted a moan from Neighsay, who was taken off guard, pulled instantly out of his own thoughts.

Catching his footing, rear right leg having fallen off the corner of the workstation, Gallus steadied himself once more, before gently easing the rest of the pony's cock into his hole as far as he could stand it. When he had settled for a while, readying himself, he eventually found the energy to bound upward, booty bobbing in the air as Neighsay's shaft felt the cool draft of its surroundings once more, for a few seconds. This sensation was short lived when the griffon quickly retreated to his original position, taking the chancellor inside once more, before starting to repeat the maneuver all over again.

Neighsay grunted in pleasure, hardly making an effort to hold back his contentedness at the ordeal anymore. Gallus, for his part, hated to admit to himself that it actually felt pretty good. The chancellor's medial ring massaged his taut anus with every movement up and down, sending tingles up the griffon's spine and into his brain. His own red member quickly took notice, poking out of his sheath while Gallus spread his knees apart, clutching them with his claws as his beak opened, tongue lolling out.

"Do you like the feeling of my friend's ass, Chancellor?" asked Sandbar, toeing the like between earnest and mocking.

Neighsay replied with an eager nod and a whimper.

"Do you want to shoot your hot load inside his tight griffon hole?"

Again, another enthusiastic nod was his reply.

Gallus would normally have been of the mind to object to such talk about him right within earshot, but he ignored Sandbar and focused on the pleasure to be found from riding Neighsay's permanently frozen erection. Gallus' arched back, strong hip thrusts, and the dainty moans that started creeping out of his beak would have put many a mare in the professional adult entertainment business to shame, the newfound submissiveness and femininity radiating from the usually proud and slightly pompous griffon proving to be a massive turn on for him and his mount both.

"Mmm, imagine painting his insides with your superior pony cum. Imagine owning that tight ass, making him yours. Would you like that?"

Neighsay's horn erupted as his ballsack clenched, the geas prohibiting his release spawning a shower of sparks and embers overhead, desperate to cum.

Gallus continued pumping him ass first, shoving a few talons into his mouth to stifle his own noises, his barbed cock at full size now, thankfully hidden from the chancellor who did not see how much he was turning the griffon on.

"I can undo it. The spell," stated Sandbar, matter of factly. "Headmare Twilight gave me a key."

He pulled out a dull looking purple crystal, though from where, the chancellor could not say. He had seen not a trace of the object on the pony before.

"It's enchanted at a frequency to counteract the magic keeping you from cumming, when it gets close enough to the glyphs around your horn. Would you like-"

"Mmm! Mmm! MMM!" begged Neighsay, bucking and thrashing under his binds, working against the grain of Gallus' movements.

"Are you very sorry for judging other creatures before getting to know them? Do you promise to be a better pony from now on?"

The chancellor whimpered a 'yes' behind his gag, tears welling in his eyes at the painful pleasure of being so backed up.

Sandbar held the crystal, examining it, twirling it around in his hoof for a few moments, before leaning down. He brought his muzzle to the chancellor's own, opening his maw around his gag, kissing him. Neighsay moaned into Sandbar's mouth while his crotch bucked in vain against Gallus' ass.

When Sandbar had enough, he pulled away with a start. "Good work, Chancellor. I think you're well on your way. I could tell you really meant that."

The earth pony took the crystal, edging it forward towards Neighsay's reclined head, before stopping. With a wide grin and a wink, Sandbar stuck out his tongue, placing the crystal onto it. He retracted his oral organ and swallowed hard, before panting, sticking his tongue out once again, nothing there - Neighsay's key to release swallowed up, just like that.

"Sorry, Chancellor. I really wanted to let you have this, but headmare Twilight said it was essential to making sure the lesson really sank in. You understand. Besides..." he said, looking at Gallus, who was darting up and down like a thing possessed, "I'm not sure he could have handled it right now."

Neighsay clamped his eyes shut hard, aghast at the predicament. He didn't want it - he needed it! Cum, cum, cum, he thought to himself, as though trying to overpower the spell of an alicorn with sheer willpower alone.

As Gallus continued his relentless assault, his own cock twitched.

"Look," pointed Smolder. "He's gonna cum!"

In an instant the griffon went bright red, stopping in his tracks. "I am not!" he declared, before dismounting unceremoniously. "That's enough of that, I think..."

"Y'know, when we were planning this, I figured you were gonna fuck him. Looks like your natural instinct was to offer up your ass, though. Now who's dominating who?"

"Oh, shut it, pest."

"I thought you did great, Gallus," chimed in Silverstream. "I could tell he wanted to finish in you the most."

"Did not!" whined Yona.

"This sure was fascinating," murmured Ocellus, pouring over her notebook.

Sandbar chuckled at the light hearted chatter among his friends, their work done. He couldn't quite forget their captive, though.

"You did great, sir," he said to Neighsay, who was gasping. "Our deal isn't over though. Remember, the headmare's zebra friend Zecora is stopping by later to make sure you've really taken all this in. Apparently she's got potions with all sorts of effects you wouldn't believe, and... well, I won't spoil it."

Neighsay's eyes bulged with impassioned terror.

"She'll be by in about a half hour. I trust you won't be going anywhere, heh. Headmare Twilight says if you can survive her, she'll even get princess Celestia to recommend you for a promotion!"

As the students all filed out of the classroom, moon creeping up on the horizon visible through the window, they said their cheerful goodbyes to the chancellor, wishing him luck, sins forgiven.

With the chancellor left to his own thoughts, he stared up at his rock solid schlong, beads of precum still oozing from his tip.

One thing was certain in his swirling head. He was never treating other creatures differently in the bedroom after this. And heck, they could go to a pony school, if they really insisted...

The aching pile of desire that was Chancellor Neighsay breathed heavily, taking in the dormant evening air. With nothing else to do, and his arousal going nowhere, he conjured up imagined scenarios with all sorts of creatures, beatuies that he once overlooked cast in a new light. Buffalo, donkeys, cows... a whole new world opened up in his mind, wild fantasies racing in his head.

"Nguck," he commented, his erection tormenting him.

One final idea struck him as he lay there awaiting his next guest.

The creation of the official School of Friendship Foreign Exchange Program. With all applicants going through himself, of course... or vice-versa.

Neighsay smiled as he closed his eyes, dreaming of things to come while he himself could not.

What he did not see was a figure lurking in the doorway - a faint purple glow to the silhouette, which sported a wings and a horn.

Twilight Sparkle shook her head.

"And to think he doubted my methods."