Dancer's Night School for Stallions

Warning: mild D/S and possible triggery words (female centric). If it helps, everything is consensual. Proceed at own risk.

The first thing Dancer saw when she awoke was her mate's eyes-soft and green, they looked down at her lovingly as she struggled to awaken. She felt his hoof brushing gently through her mane, and she gave a little smile, prepared to sink back down into sleep.

As her eyes fluttered shut, there was the sudden and unmistakable sensation of teeth grasping her neck roughly. She squealed, still half asleep, and turned over to see Summer looking down at her wolfishly, sly grin on his face. Clearing most of the cobwebs from her mind, she allowed a return smile, eyes half lidded as she stared him down.

A moment later, he was upon her.

A sharp groan escaped her throat as he clamped his teeth on her shoulder again, both of her forelegs coming up to hold him against her. He growled against her fur and shot one hoof down to her already wet pussy, rubbing viciously, making her groans turn to squeals as her hind legs twitched ineffectually at either side of him. His lips pressed to hers feverishly, seeking, almost desperate even as he took control.

Breaking the kiss, he pushed himself up roughly against her body, squatting between her hind legs. Sapphire eyes fluttered open to lock with his emerald ones, trailing down his body to his sheath. His cock was already out and bobbing proudly in front of him, tip slick with precum as he drank in the sight of his mate's submission. A sly smile crept across his muzzle before he suddenly dipped his head down between her legs and took one of her tiny nipples between his teeth and bit.

She inhaled sharply, forehooves going to the back of his head and pushing him down further to her teats. He growled again, releasing her nipple and sitting up far enough to push her forehooves back roughly to the bed. Eying her fiercely, he simply said, "No. This is for me. Behave."

Almost visibly melting into the bed, Dancer relaxed, drawing her forehooves up to her chest while spreading her hind hooves further. Eyes half lidded, she fixed him with her smouldering gaze. "And if I don't want to be good?"

Orange hoof met brown flank as he slapped her rudely across the ass. "Then I make you," he replied simply. His lips engaged hers again in a harsh kiss, before breaking to allow him to take her violet mane into his mouth and pull. She gasped sharply, feeling his hoof once again savagely pressing against her clit.

Ripples of pleasure ran up and down her body as pain spiked alongside it, her hoof blindly pawing and finding Summer's cock. She rubbed the top half, rolling her hoof base over the slick tip and down, making him shudder and moan in response. He sat back again, giving her more access to his cock. Immediately taking advantage, she dove forward and took it into her mouth, running her tongue over the precum and moaning as she tasted it.

Her ass rose almost instinctively into the air as she sucked, and Summer reached back and grabbed her tail sharply, pulling it up and over her back and head. The purple strands cascaded over, tickling his belly as they brushed by. Dancer groaned around his cock, feeling the cold air on her wet and empty cunt. One brown hoof carefully cradled his balls as her head dove down further, taking three quarters of his length into her throat. He shuddered and slapped her ass again, moaning at the contraction of her hot mouth around his cock.

Chancing a glance down at her, dark blue eyes locked with his, playful and almost innocent. Shuddering, he nearly came at the sight, pushing her off of his dick roughly and flipping her to her belly. Laying on top of her, his lips nipped at her ear before speaking. "You suck my dick good, my little slut." Her body shuddered beneath him, and he ran a hoof up and down her side, tugging at her splayed wings. "I bet your cunt feels better, though."

His cock, slick with her saliva, probed at her prone form. She tilted her ass up, still laying on the bed, leading his dick to her cunt with her heat. Once, and then once more it slipped down, causing her to grunt in frustration only to be silenced by a savage bite to the ear. Her pained whine turned to a moan of satisfaction as his cock hit home, stretching her walls and sliding up to the hilt. He laid still for a moment, holding her writhing form with his hooves, before beginning a slow rock back and forth.

"Mmmm...so tell me, whore..." he began, sliding out almost completely before slamming his cock home again, "did you enjoy the taste of her pussy?"

She shuddered, moaning. "Yes, sir."

"I see. Did it taste better than my cock in your throat, slut?" He continued pumping slowly, almost languidly.

Another shiver, the demeaning words spilling from his mouth causing cold but pleasurable shudders to run up and down her spine. "I...I can't..."

Snagging her mane in his mouth at her reluctance, he twisted and pulled savagely, delighting in the sudden tightness of her cunt as she screamed. Spitting it out, he snarled, "I asked you a fucking question." He bore down on her cunt once more, and let a little more of his weight lay on her and off his own forelegs.

Wheezing, she sputtered out, "YES! It tasted...just amazing...you know it did, you had some too..."

An orange hoof snaked down, pushing her wing to an unnatural angle. Above her whimper, he replied, "This isn't about me, you cunt. This is about you."

Biting her lip and squeezing her eyes shut against the tears that threatened, she nodded. "Of course, sir...I'm sorry...."

The wolfish grin resurfaced, and he chuckled. "Oh, you will be, pet."

Sliding his dick out of her, he sat back, pulling her hips up roughly. She happily went along with it, flagging her tail to one side and presenting lewdly right before his face. He eyed her cunt, slick with their combined juices, before darting forward to nip at her labia. She groaned and pushed back against his muzzle, at which point he stopped and slapped her ass again. "You want to get fucked? Fine."

Without preamble, he reared up, slamming his forehooves onto her rump while pushing his cock roughly inside her. Moaning, Dancer laid her head down on the bed and pushed her ass up farther for a better angle. He began pumping once more, growing in intensity until he was slamming inside her. The feel of every ridge and bump in his cock sent pleasurable shudders down her spine and a roiling heat in her belly foretold her own orgasm. She felt it grow with every slam of his colthood, nearly spiraling out of control as her moans grew in intensity.

And then he stopped. Suddenly and without warning, there was an emptiness in her cunt, and she whined and bit at the bed in frustration. The pleasurable feel of her orgasm slipped away, and she heard a laugh behind her. "No, my pet. I think that pretty little cunt has had enough fun in the last few days."

He spat down on her asshole, rubbing it around with a hoof as his other hoof pushed her tail out of the way. Pressure built against her asshole as he pushed his cock tip to it, drawing a sharp gasp from her. She steeled herself before forcing relaxation, letting her flanks go limp, supported by her legs. Feeling this, he pushed forward with an odd gentleness again, knowing that going too fast with even an experienced pony could cause pain and possible damage.

His cockhead popped in as another gasp escaped Dancer, and he smoothly slid the rest inside. Her walls, impossibly tight, contracted and released around him as her body tried to make sense of the confusing intrusion. Registering both the pain and the pleasure, she moaned and began to push back against him, wanting more and more.

Moving still with maddening slowness, he allowed himself to feel every bump and ridge in her ass sliding on his cock. He shivered and then grinned at her growing frustration. He knew what she wanted, but continued his languid movement, savoring every second.

"P-please..."

"Please what, cunt?" In. Out.

"Please sir...please fuck my ass..." She squealed and pushed back again, earning a sharp slap to her ass for her troubles.

A chuckle. "Oh, but I am."

She bit the bed covers again, squeezing her eyes shut as he slid in to the hilt. "N-no...fuck me hard...fuck me fast, please, oh please..."

Leaning forward, cock still buried up her pert ass, he bit at the base of her wing before speaking. "You know what I want, pet."

Shivering with desire, feeling the familiar and pleasant sting in her ass, she tossed her mane out of her face. "Please sir, please fuck my ass hard. Cum in my ass! Make me your whore, please, please..."

"If you insist." Sliding his cock out again, slowly, he reveled in her happy moans before slamming his cock home again. Steadying himself on her rump, he began pumping faster, slamming harder each time. His balls slapped her cunt, growing wetter with each contact as she finally came. Her moans were soon drowned out by his as his balls grew tighter and heavier, finally unloading their cargo into her asshole, pumping as deep as he could reach inside.

They stayed like that for a moment before he carefully slid his still semi hard dick out of her ass. He admired the sight of his cum leaking from her asshole for a moment, before she flopped down on the bed, breathing heavily. He spared a quick kiss to her cheek.

"I'm grabbing a shower and heading out. Pull yourself together, your class is tonight." With a wink to his semi-comatose mate, he headed off to the bathroom.

The slightly unusual thing about Dancer was that even though she was quite-QUITE-accustomed to having sex, very good sex tended to both wake her up and make her utterly useless for about an hour afterwards. It was in this mild form of afterglow that she sat at the hotel's table, coffee in hoof, blinking blearily at her notes. The morning sun shone in cheerfully, utterly disregarding her current inability to see properly at all.

One hoof brushed the soft brown fur of her stomach, eyes still dreamy and unfocused. Breakfast! That's what she was supposed to do. Her stomach growled appreciatively, and she forced herself up from the table to find her saddlebags. The fun part of staying at the hotel meant she got to eat out every day. The unfortunate part, at the moment, was also that she had to eat out every day.

Just as she located her pale pink saddlebags-and why the hell were they under the bed anyway?-a knock came at the door. Suppressing an annoyed grunt, she trotted to the door, taking a moment to run a hoof through her mane and generally not look like she just got fucked by a herd of angry gods.

"Who is it?"

"BAGELS."

Blinking in confusion, she called out again. "I'm sorry, I didn't quite catch that..."

"BAGELS!" Came the loud and deep voice from the other side of the door.

Thoroughly confused, she arched an eyebrow, opening the door. Before her stood a young gray stallion, his short cropped mane a pale blue. A huge grin adorned his face as he thrust a strange bouquet forth with his unicorn magic. "BAGELS!"

"...so they are," she mused. The 'bouquet' was definitely the strangest she'd ever seen, consisting entirely of various types of bagels on sticks amongst a spray of peanut butter and cream cheese packets. Looking further, she could see small jam packets nestled inside the cone.

He pushed it forward a little more, still smiling. "For you!"

"I...see. Thank you. Ah, who are these from?" She noted his uniform and name tag that merely read "BARATA" in gold script.

"RIGHT!" He eagerly thrust a small card towards her, which she took bemusedly with one hoof.

Dancer (and Summer),

Had an awesome time last night. Figured you two would be hungry today.

If you're ever in Canterlot, look me up.

<3 and orgasms,

Hot Process.

Grinning now, Dancer shook her head and took the bouqet. "That silly pony. Thank you for bringing these, Barata-"

A fierce growl from Barata's stomach interrupted, and he blushed. "Sorry."

"Quite alright. Here." She took a bagel stem in her teeth, presenting it to him. "E'a up."

Laughing, he took the stem in his magic. "Thank you, you're too kind. Enjoy your BAGELS!" He trotted off down the hall, munching his bagel, and Dancer got the barest glimpse at a bagel cutie mark before retreating back to the room.

She settled back down at the table, spreading some peanut butter on one of the plain bagels. "Well. Tonight's the night! Good thing I'm ready." Eyes slid over a pile of magazines with letters from stallions from Ponyville. "They won't know what hit 'em."