Teacher's Pet

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Ahem.

THIS STORY IS TAGGED WITH "ALTERNATE UNIVERSE".

THIS IS WHY VINYL SCRATCH IS DEPICTED AS A STALLION.

In the middle of the Ponyville Central Library sits two comfortable looking chairs.

In one of them sits a black-coated pegasus mare with a grey mane.  In the other sits Cheerilee, who is holding a leash wrapped around her hoof that trails off to the side and attaches to a light pinkish purple collar, which in turn is wrapped around a white unicorn stallion with an electric blue mane: Vinyl Scratch.

Twilight Sparkle has agreed to step out for the day so that the three may partake in a documentary concerning the fetish subculture of pet-play.

"So, Ms. Cheerilee." the pegasus mare begins calmly.  "I understand that you're a teacher by trade.  With the..."Stunt" you pulled a few days ago, do you fear you'll lose your job because some fillies might have seen you parading a stallion around?"

Cheerilee smiles softly before reaching over the arm of the chair to pet Vinyl Scratch's mane.  "No, I don't.  The fair was announced to the public, so any parent of the fillies were warned to stay away from the park during the fair hours.  Besides, it's not like what I did was illegal- perhaps a little weird to some, but they couldn't fire me for what I did."

"I see.  And would you mind telling us exactly what you did?  All I have is a few...Uh, interesting reports about what went down in the park."

"Well, perhaps I'd better start at the beginning.  You see, we had permission from the Mayor to host a fair for one day in the park.  The fair was more like those Human-Cons, except this one was more sexual based than art based.  Specifically pet-play."

"And just what is "pet-play", Ms. Cheerilee?  I see you have a stallion leashed and collared next to you, but I'm not sure that's all there is to it."

"You'd be correct.  My little Vinyl Scratch over here became my pet...Oh, what was it?  Three years ago?  Yes, three years ago.  I treat him like he were a dog."

"You treat him like an animal?  Uh...I'm pretty sure that's breaking a few laws there, Ms. Cheerilee.  Specifically the Pony Rights Act."

"And you would be correct, if in fact I denied him those rights.  Ms...What was your name, again?"

"Thunderbolt, ma'am."

A knowing grin crept onto Cheerilee's snout as the name entered her head before she continued.

"Ms. Thunderbolt, while I may treat him like an animal for the sexual thrill, he still gets fed regularly and he has a warm, safe place to sleep at night.  I do not beat him, I do not starve him, and I most certainly do not abandon him.  Again, I treat him like any other pony would treat the household pet."

"But you keep him as a pet, Ms. Cheerilee.  He's a pony."

"A brilliant observation, Ms. Thunderbolt.  Do you see this horn sticking out from his head?"

At the mention of his horn, Vinyl Scratch sat up and shuddered in pleasure as Cheerilee wrapped her hoof around his horn; massaging it gently and causing him to blush profusely.

"That means he's a unicorn.  If he truly disliked what I was doing, he undoubtedly could overpower me or send a message for help.  Ms. Thunderbolt, I am a law abiding citizen and hold a strong hatred for my illegal counterparts, who abduct ponies and break them down until they're miserable shells of their former selves before being forced into pethood."

"I apologize, Ms. Cheerilee.  The whole point of this documentary is to gain an insight into the subculture.  I didn't mean to offend you.  You...You mentioned that there are ponies who abduct others and force them into pethood, correct?"

"Correct."

"Then how, if I may ask, did you come to..."Own" Vinyl Scratch?"

"While I did not meet him at the fair, I did in a similar way.  You see, Vinyl is a pet.  He wanted to be owned, and at the fairs we have a section for those ponies who have either been abandoned by their previous owners, are there to be sold, or who are new to the "club".  Vinyl was one such pony."

"I see, and how did you choose Vinyl over the others that were there?"

"I chose Vinyl because he is obedient.  He was relatively new to the fandom, hesitant to take orders and still talking, but I saw potential in him; so I adopted him."

"Alright, two things.  Is talking somehow a problem?  And you adopted him?  Why, instead of having to buy him?"

"As I'm sure you know, Ms. Thunderbolt," Cheerilee said quietly, tugging on Vinyl's leash and causing him to trot forward and rest his head on her lap where she began petting him again. "Dogs cannot talk.  And I adopted him rather than bought him because Vinyl was new.  He had no previous owners to be bought from."

As the black-coated pegasus mare twitched her wings in unease, she reluctantly continued.

"Alright...So let's go over some things before we move on to what happened at the fair:  Vinyl isn't allowed to talk.  What happened when he did, or does he still try to?"

"When I first got him, he was a nervous chatterbox.  A few tugs on his horn and smacks on his flank got him quiet, and that was our routine for a while if he talked.  He rarely does now, but whenever it is it's garbled and hard to understand because he hasn't talked properly in such a long time."

"You mean you broke him down so he can't even speak anymore?!  Okay, I KNOW that's breaking some laws!"

"Ms. Thunderbolt, it's starting to get annoying that you keep jumping to conclusions like that.  Part of the process of adoption for new members is that they sign a legal document stating that as long as their owner abides to the laws and the Pony Rights Act, then they are consenting and want to be broken down.  Vinyl is legally mine to do with as I please as long as I don't break any laws; and I haven't."

"Do you have that document with you?  Forgive me if I'm not so believing."

Cheerilee nods curtly before pulling a rolled up parchment from her saddlebags, unfurling it and hoofing it over to the pegasus mare.

"And how do I know that he signed this instead of you?"

"Well, with a unicorn it's easier to tell because they leave magic residue that lingers until long after they pass.  But in the case that it's not a unicorn who desires to be owned, the owners and police departments have copies of their writing from before they became pets."

"That seems like an awful lot of work..."

"It is, but, to those who want it badly enough it's worth it."

"But what if there's an emergency where he needs to communicate with you?"

"Vinyl is a surprisingly good artist, and that's the only part of his ponanity (A/U: Pony version of humanity) I allowed him to keep."

"Alright, I think I've heard enough about the legal proceedings and all, so why don't we skip ahead to the fair that was in town.  It's been the talk for a good while, and it's all I heard about when I got here.  Would you mind telling me from the top?"

"Not at all, Ms. Thunderbolt- although I think you'll get a bit squeamish at a...Certain part..."  Cheerliee replied with a sly grin before beginning to clop off Vinyl Scratch's horn slowly and softly.

"I had known about the fair for quite a while before it came through and started prepping Vinyl.  Usually he only stayed in the house, but now I had to teach him to keep his composure in a large group of ponies who I wanted all staring at him.  He was a prize to me, you know?  A pet that I could show off in public and love as a good friend in private.  He always wears a ballring in case I'm feeling a bit...You know...But this would be the first time he wore a cockring.  I wanted to show off every part of my wittle Vinyl winyl."

"So I trained him to moan on command among other, more family friendly tricks.  On the day of the fair, he practically shoved me out of bed in excitement, so I snapped on his collar, leash, and cockring early and we headed out.  His excitement quickly gave way to embarrassment and he tried to hide behind his mane, but it was no use.  I was pulling him along at a pace where his hooves would be far enough apart to leave no choice but for ponies to see his throbbing cock.  Luckily, we lived only a block from the park or I might have broken a few laws..."

"When we reached the park, Vinyl was panting hotly from the jog and embarrassment.  I quickly trotted over to a few of my friends, such as Doctor Whooves and his pet, Derpy Hooves.  I'm going off track a little here, but Derpy isn't a sexual pet for him.  She's too adorable and innocent for him to even think about doing things to her, so the leash and such is more just to keep her from breaking things.  But anyway, while I was chatting away with my friends another pet- a stray, mind you, decided Vinyl looked rather tasty, and she quickly seduced him.  If it weren't for a sudden deep throated-moan from him, I'm sure he would've tried to tear off both rings and blow his load down that pretty little mare's throat."

"Why was a 'stray' pet moving up on Vinyl?"

"I don't know for certain, but I can say with great confidence that there was more to it rather than Vinyl's swaying stallion cock."

"So, the whole fair was more or less just a giant orgy?"

"More or less."

"And how exactly did you get the mayor to agree to this?"

"You think a mare in power doesn't want to stay in power at all times?"

"I see...Please, uh...Continue..." Thunderbolt said after a moment, shifting her weight in an attempt to hide her quivering wings.

"Later on, it was time for the main, and my favorite, event.  Every owner brought out their pet and positioned them in an interesting manner and we just waited for either the other owned pets to lose their minds and disobey their owners to get some pleasure, or until the unowned pets did the same."

"Sweet Celestia, and when are all these fairs scheduled?"

"Why? Thinking of attending, Ms. Thunderbolt?" Cheerilee questioned with a laugh, causing the pegasus to blush and avert her eyes from the moaning body of Vinyl Scratch, who was slowly losing his mind from his Master's gentle-teasing rubbing of his horn since she began her tale.

"A male pegasus was the first to break, spreading his wings- much against his owner's orders -and taking off towards Vinyl.  You can imagine the surprise on wittle Vinyl winyl's cute face when the stallion tackled him to the ground in a fit of passion before plunging himself deep inside Vinyl's tight little tailhole."  With a sharp smack on the rump, Vinyl squeaked nervously before flicking his tail back and forth in submission as Cheerilee continued to clop off his horn and continue with her story.

"His moans and gasps were adorable as the pegasus continued fucking his cute little rump, and I carefully rolled Vinyl onto his back with his flank in the air and repositioned the pegasus so he was facing away from Vinyl.  It was very embarrassing for them both, since they were the only pair who were doing anything at the moment."

"I noticed that Vinyl was in a very compromising position for himself, so I sat in front of him and let my hooves glide softly against his throbbing stallion cock as the pegasus's thrusts brought Vinyl's own meat pressing against his snout.  I had to force his jaw open before he was even willing to take himself into his mouth- Oh, excuse me.  It seems Vinyl is rather fond of this story.  You won't mind, right?" Cheerilee asked as she noticed Vinyl's hot stallion meat pulsing against her leg.

"N-Not at all...Go a-ahead...

As Cheerilee rolls Vinyl Scratch onto his back and starts to clop him off with both her hooves, she continues her story after yet another interruption.

"As I was saying, while Vinyl was having his tight tailhole pounded, I was busy clopping off his big stallion cock as he sucked down on the head.  It was at this point that I realized how lenient I was being with Vinyl's training, as the other pets still had not budged.  I didn't care if I didn't win the prize money- I never did, but it kind of hurt to know that I didn't have the most obedient pet.  Then again, a certain Wonderbolt certainly didn't have your brother as an obedient pet, either."

"M-My brother?!"

"Mhm.  Oh, what?  You didn't know that Thunderlane was a little cockslut for his boyfriend, Soarin?  Well, he is- and I was certainly surprised when he let Thunderlane have his way with my pet.  Of course, seeing Vinyl this happy, I couldn't object."

"Y-You're lying!  Thunderlane doesn't have a special somepony- he would've told us! A-And...And you're lying!"

"Perhaps I am.  After all, years of teaching can do a number on a teacher's mind.  Of course, tell that to Vinyl, who hasn't stopped drawing a certain pegasus with a thundercloud and lightening bolt cutie mark since that day.  But we're getting off topic again.  Vinyl was nearing the edge and I could tell your brother was too, so I uncliped the ballring and rolled off the rubber cockring; giving permission for Vinyl to paint his own face.  And when a final thrust from your brother came through- him pumping my little pet full of his sticky stallion cum -Vinyl couldn't hold back; painting his face with thick, ropey strands of his own seed.  I couldn't help myself after that and decided to catch a few in my snout.  Vinyl was delicious, but I hadn't the pleasure of tasting your brother..."

By now, Vinyl had long since came into his Master's hooves, coating them in his hot, dripping seed as she wiped it off onto his face and horn before slowly trotting towards the wing-boner'ed pegasus mare.

"So, Thunderbolt, would you like to meet your brother?  Soarin and I are planning a little date for them again tomorrow, and I'm sure Thunderlane will be happy to see his darling sister."

And with that whisper, Thunderbolt felt a tight collar wrap around her neck.