You walk into the library. Twilight is at her desk, as usual, working on one of her latest scrolls.
"Twi... um. Princess Twilight?" you ask.
"Mmmm?" she murmurs, glancing up from her writing in order to peer down at you from just over the rim of her reading glasses.
"I... finished the first draft of this report. About friendship. That you assigned."
"Very well."
Her horn glows, and the paper flies from your hands to land on the desk in front of her.
"Have a seat," she says, indicating your customary chair.
You walk over to it and sit down, nervously fiddling your fingers. You've been keen to impress the Princess; ever since being transported to Equestria, she's helped guide you and integrate you into society. Still, sometimes things get a little out of control...
"Hmmm." she mutters. Is that... a good sign or a bad sign? you wonder.
She shakes her head slowly, letting out a bit of an exasperated sigh.
"Princess? Is something, um... wrong?"
Without warning, the scroll zips up into a tight roll and flies across the short distance to smack you straight in the forehead. You can't help but gasp a little in surprise.
"You know, I really don't know where to begin."
"But... what's wrong? I put a lot of work into it."
"Well, it's not really showing. To be honest, I really expected better from you. Your grammar - spelling, punctuation, tense - it is wildly out of place." She's peering down the glasses again, accenting each criticism with a hoof-pound against the desk.
"Your premise is shaky, at best, and I don't see how your conclusions draw at all from the 'research' you've done. Frankly, with a product like this, I'm beginning to wonder why I brought you here or why I agreed to tutor you at all."
"Princess, don't say that! I can improve... I know I can. Please, give me a chance to do better."
"I don't know. What assurances can I receive that it will be worth my time?"
You stare back at her, trying to think of what to say.
"Princess Twilight, this has been my dream! Don't make me leave Equestria, please, I'll do anything."
"Hmm," she clicks once more. "Hmmm."
There's a sharp boom as the library door shuts, the lock sounding. At the same time, all the window shades roll down, leaving the library greatly darkened, though your eyes quickly adjust.
She's right in front of you. The reading glasses have slipped a little further down, and you can see right into the eyes below her slightly-furrowed brow.
"Anything, hmm? Did I hear you correctly?"
"Err....yes, Princess."
"Because I'm not going to waste my time further if you intend to do anything half-assed from here on out."
She taps you on the chest with her hoof.
"No... of course not." you manage to stammer out.
"Get up!" You jump to your feet in shock at the sudden burst, but you're eager to obey. She nods towards the stairs and thumps you resoundingly on your behind. You're unsure of what's going on, but without delay, you hop and skip towards the stairs, looking behind you to see that Twilight is indeed following.
Up the stairs, it's Twilight's room; Spike is gone; he might be out helping Rarity.
You look around for a moment, not knowing where to stand or where to look. The 'clop, clop' of Twilight's hoofs stamping on the stairwell steps reaches you.
She enters the room, and another door slams shut behind her, leaving the two of you doubly-protected from the rest of Ponyville. Her horn glows again, and the reading glasses levitate from off her head to come to rest upon a nearby dresser. She advances on you, slowly. You back up, nervously, until your butt strikes the edge of the bed and you end up sitting. She's still coming forward. She rears up a bit, resting her front hooves on either side of your hips, her face looming in front of you, her lips twisted into a slight smirk.
"Well," she smiles a little evilly. "It's true I have such a busy, busy schedule. But I always have time for... talented... individuals. If they're willing to... submit... to experimentation."
Your mind is reeling from the assault. Surely she doesn't mean...
Woosh! You're flying backwards along the covers of the bed. You can feel the magical force emanating from your teacher taking a hold of you, forcing you down. Your arms leave your sides, flying up and out until you are making an 'X' shape with your body. You try to struggle, but the glow of alicorn magic is keeping you in place.
She seems to realize your protestations, and lets out a little chuckle. One of the dresser drawers slides open with a rasp. Several lengths of cord fly out, glowing, coming towards you, and wrapping around your ankles and wrists. The knots form, gripping tightly. You cry out in a burst of pain as they sink hard into your flesh, but there is no relenting. The other ends of the cords affix themselves to the bedposts. You can feel the magic that was holding you down fade away, but you're still trapped as good as before.
"Prin...urrmph." You're interrupted when a wad of cloth stuffs itself into your opening mouth.
"No interruptions from the class," says Twilight.
She leaps up onto the bed. Soon, she's standing over you. Another dresser drawer opens, and something else flies out and over.
It's... a crop? At least, it looks like a riding crop.It's long and thin, with a black leather tip. She looks down at you, and the crop flies closer, the tip coming to rest at your cheek.Unable to speak beyond a muffled protest, your eyes widen as the crop's tip slides up and down your cheek. Then it moves across your face; running along your lower lip, tracing little patterns across the cheek on the other side.
Thwap!
The pain is sharp and sudden as the crop slaps your cheek in a burst. Little tears well up almost immediately to match what feels like a growing welt.
Thwap!
It happens again on the other cheek; now you've got a matching set.
"Bad students need to learn... discipline," Twilight utters.
What have you gotten into?
Riiiip!
With her magic, she's seized the top of your shirt, pulling at it in two directions, the cotton fabric tearing a line downwards, exposing part of your chest. Leaving your throbbing cheeks, the leather crop traces down the side of your neck, roaming across your throat, then delving beneath the ripped cloth. The tip's gone underneath.You want to moan a little when it brushes against your nipple, but you're still hurting from the brash strikes to your face.
Still, your nipple stiffens at the touch. She keeps moving the crop, tracing circles around it. After a few moments, the tip travels across your chest, reaching the other hardened nipple.
Riiip!
The shirt flies apart completely as the tear extends all the way to the bottom. It lays in a tatter beneath you now, trapped under your back. She's not looking at your body, but is still staring right at your eyes. There's something about them. A bit comforting, even if you are quite nervous.
More pain. The crop's flicked your nipple, hard. You've never felt the mix of sexual pleasure and pain that she's decided to begin. She glances downwards, and now your shirt isn't the only thing being removed. The button of your jeans pops out with a little 'ploink'! The zipper slides open, slowly. You can feel the pressure of the fabric against your butt as the top of the jeans, taking your boxers along with it, slips out from under you. Your cock, already intrigued by the previous activities, threatens to bend a little too much until the departing jeans allow it to pop up to say hello. You're trying not to exert control over it, but your muscles can't help but tense a bit, and the blood flow leaves it standing erect, bobbing back and forth slightly.
"Well, well," she smirks. "I'm glad to see you brought the right tool for this exercise."
And then she's coming down, closer. She's almost straddling you. Her front and hind legs have bent, laying her down. Her chest rests on yours. The back of her flank grazes against your dick. She's heavy. Ponies aren't exactly lightweight. It's a bit of a struggle to breathe. Her face draws in, but her eyes have closed. You can feel the hot exhalations of her breath in little puffs against your neck.
Her tongue comes out, pokes your neck with a wet touch. It's not like a human tongue. It's harder, rougher. Like pliant sandpaper. She runs it up your neck, following your jawline, coating your ear. Her breath fills your ear.
"Don't you like your teacher?" she moans in a question right beside you. To accentuate the question, she slides her flank ever so slightly backwards, brushing her ass against your stiff dick.
"Mmmf!" You try your best to murmur out a positive response, though you can't do much. The pressure of her pony flank against your cock is unbelievably desirable; you're tensing yourself again and again, filling your dick to its maximum, the tip working itself against her warm flesh.
Her tail flips aside, the hairs of it tickling your legs. Her marehood exposed, your cock gets a brief taste of her lips.
She's wet. Obviously so. A little bit of her fluids comes away at the touch, a drop running down your cock, tracing a rivulet behind it. She kisses your ear, taking the lobe into her mouth, sucking away at it. She plants chaste little kisses across your cheek, moving towards your mouth.
Her eyes open, looking to yours. From the right side, the crop appears in your vision once again, striking you roughly on the cheek.
"If I hear one peep from you, one single word beyond a fucking moan, this cloth is going right back in your mouth and I'm leaving you here all night. Do you understand? Nod for yes." You do so, beads of sweat forming at your brow.
She pauses for a moment, letting the demand sink in, but at last removes the cloth from your mouth.You want to stretch your jaw out, but immediately she's there interrupting you, lips pressed hard against yours, the rough pony tongue seeking out yours, almost ripping at it with its power. She bites your lower lip. Hard. From the back of her throat comes a little moan of her own.
She's pressing her flank back and forth along your body. Her rear has angled downwards. She's rubbing her vulva across you. She's leaving lubrication all over you. Your cock is simply throbbing out of control. Every time she moves backwards it gets a little touch of her. You want her badly, you need her. Everything about her is filling every atom of space around you. You're moaning yourself in between eager tastes of her lips and tongue. In tune with pleasure and pain, you bite her lips in return. She blinks above you in surprise, but closes her eyes briefly, and she moans once more. Pulling away from the series of kisses, she raises her head.
"Oh, sun's grace," she whimpers softly, turning back to look at your enlarged cock. The cords binding your arms snap! She turns back towards you, her horn is glowing again. You can feel the pony magic take gentle hold of your dick, pulling it upwards towards her. She gives a little wince as she raises up, then deftly slides her marehood over your cock.
"Ohh..." is all she manages, eyes closing.
Bonds broken around your upper body, you raise yourself forward, gasping at the sensation of her tight pony pussy slipping down your dick. You grab her with your arms.
"Hit me," she demands.
"Ah," you start, but she immediately glares. You'd better not break that promise.
You take a hand and reach back, seeking her flank. You strike her hard, roughly, right on the cutie mark.
"Oh, yes," she calls out. "Again. Fucking hit me!" She's thrusting herself hard against your cock, her ass smacking against your flesh on each downward movement.
You pull your hand back against, striking her flanks with a hard slap, the soft hairs of her lavender meeting your attack. She moves her front hooves from your sides onto your chest. The coldness of her horseshoes is a stark contrast to the hotness you feel everywhere else.
She leans back, panting heavily, her mane having become ruffled and unsteady as it shimmers back and forth as she shakes. Her pussy tightens against you, stroking you, delighting you, gripping you. You can't hold it in much longer. It feels likes its been ages since you began.
"Cum for me. Fucking cum in me. I want you! Give it to me!" she shouts, louder and louder with each phrase.
Your own head is tilted back now. The sensations are almost overwhelming. Your dick seizes with pleasure. You can't stop it now. She cries out, pushing against you. And you're cumming. Hot fluid bursting inside her marehood. She realizes right away what's happening. With her own exhalation of grasping pleasure, she smacks down hard on you, her pussy tightening as much as her muscles allow. She's trembling and crying out in delight.
Her hooves almost buried in your chest, painfully. The pulsing continues, again and again, until at last you are spent.
It's a few minutes later.
She's unbound your legs. Your shirt is ruined. Not sure how you're going to explain that, outside. At least your jeans weren't treated the same.
She's taken a little washcloth, dipped it in some water from the sink, and carefully cleaned herself up. Hasn't spoken a word since.
Laying the cloth on the sink, she opens the door and trots down the stairs.
A minute or two later, pulling your shirt about you as best you can, you follow. She's back at the desk, reading glasses once again in place. You're unsure of yourself once again, but head towards the chair.
"Well," she starts, as if nothing had just happened. "I've decided to give you an extension on your report."
"Yes, Princess Twilight," you say.
"You will rewrite it, however."
You nod.
"I expect it to be redone and turned in next Tuesday. We'll be meeting once a week..." She pauses. "We'll be meeting twice a week..." she continues, ignoring her previous line. "And you'll report to me on the magic... of fucking."
You grin.
"There *will* be extra credit available."
