[1shot, prose] Disciplinary Action (M/FF, F/FF, CV, OR, Sex)

	As the sun sets over the horizon, the stern-faced teacher walks along the path to her home with two indignant fillies trailing behind her.  The raspberry-coated mare keeps a stoic look on her face as she scolds the little ones behind her, a smile playing on the edge of her lips as she anticipates tonight.  The mischievous ponies mock their superior behind her flank, imitating their mentor's wide-mouthed complaints.  The pink pony rolled her eyes as her gray partner stifled a giggle, ignoring the verbal discipline of the beloved instructor.  Reaching the humble home of the older pony, she swiftly opens her door and turns to face the children as they immediately wear expressions of regret rather than scorn.

	“...and that's why you shouldn't tease your classmates, especially Snips and Snails when learning about the pony's body.  You're in school to learn, not to cause a ruckus.”  Cheerilee points her hoof towards the open door to her home.

	“Inside, we'll discuss your punishment upstairs.”  The two girls obey, heads hung low in a fake show of remorse.  Having scolded these fillies numerous times, Cheerilee was already familiar with their apathy towards reforming themselves.  As their tiny hooves clop up the stairs, the teacher closes the entrance behind her.

	“My room is on the left, go on ahead.”  Hearing the two scamper into her room, the earth pony sees a familiar figure in the darkness of the first floor of her home.  Winking to it with a thin smile, she trots up stairs to join the fillies.

	“Miss Cheerilee... why do we have to be at your house?  Can't we just write our essays on how bad we feel at school?”  Diamond Tiara whines out as her cohort Silver Spoon pouts to echo her sentiments.  The teacher enters her room, keeping the door to her room slightly ajar while she turns to the two troublemakers.

	“That's because this one will be a bit more special... Big Mac, will you come in please?”  Calling out to the empty hallway, the heavy thud of sturdy hooves come closer as the square snout of the huge stallion appears between the small gap in the doorway.  Opening the door with the side of his head, he comes into full view as the tiny girls titter at what laid below him.  His solid length dangled just below his belly as he walked in, pointing straight out as it dipped with each step.

	“Please take your position Big Mac, now girls, since you're so keen to make fun of the kids' bodies, I believe it would be appropriate for you two to personally explore the adult ones.”  With the fillies distracted with the massive Apple laying his back on the teacher's bed, she scoops up the two in her hooves as she balances on her hind legs.  Tightening her grasp around the Tiara girl, the two fillies give an inquisitive squeak as they sat in their mentor's embrace, still entranced by the bobbing rod that hovered just above the red pony's middle.  The clear liquid that oozed off the tip glimmered in the sparse light of the room.

	“Ready?”

	“Eeyup.”

	In the blink of an eye, Silver Spoon sailed across the air as Cheerilee tossed her into the grasp of the mustang.  With practiced agility, he takes the childish filly, still dumb-founded by her position and shoved her head first into his own lower head.  Her glasses come flying off as they didn't clear the narrow passageway as it continued to constrict tightly against her face.  The transparent substance spilled forth from the rounded tip as Big Mac forced the girl further down his throbbing girth.  A high-pitched scream broke the chaos as Diamond Tiara struggled in Cheerilee's grasp.

	“You can't do this to us!  Our fathers will hear of this!”  An ominous laugh escapes the teacher's throat as she sets aside Tiara's namesake on the table, leaving her head bare.  The filly's eyes turn to pinpricks as Cheerilee is unfazed by her threats.

	“Your parents were the ones who requested your discipline, young lady.  They gave us quite a generous amount of bits to see their little girls disciplined, and so we'll make sure this will be a punishment you'll remember.”  Tiara begins to shiver in fear, unfamiliar with the feeling of lost control.  Her eyes dart over to her friend, who squirmed within the taut, veiny tunnel.  The owner of the ravenous member panted heavily as he massaged the little one deeper into his shaft, the struggles weak against the powerful, slick walls of the erect stallion.

	Cheerilee walks over to the lustful pony, panicky child still trapped within the nook of her fore leg.  Taking both hooves, she grabs the spoiled brat and rams her deep within Big Mac's manhood, a tiny splash of musky juice splattering over the two adults.  Stepping onto her bed, she puts her weight into pushing the filly deep within the throbbing tube, the massive muscle closing shut as it fully consumes the two filles that were still inbound to their designated cells.  The gentle green eyes of Cheerilee watched the two bulges slowly travel down, but halt right before the fleshy sack.  Positioning herself over the blissful stallion, she places her own groin against his own.

	“Need a little help?”  With a weak nod, Cheerilee thrusts down onto the pulsing rod of the farmer, her own slick tunnel tightening around the erect length.  She forces her weight down with each drop, forcing the two squirming bulges down into the awaiting chambers.  Continually impaling herself against the heated girth, the flowery pony increases her pace, the stallion below her lost in a fog of mindless pleasure.  She presses her hips down against Big Mac's as she shudders out an orgasm, the full length pressing against the entrance of her womb.  The two fillies drop with a muffled splash as they each take residence in the oval chamber.  With sweat rolling down her face, she looks down onto the wanting pony.

	“Ready for round 2?”  Big Mac nods heartily.  While his tip was sore and worn, he ached for release now more than ever.  Cheerilee warms up slowly by lifting herself up gently before settling down once again.  The gradual creeping of warmth against his sore member gave him a second wind, his hips starting to thrust up into the wanting mare.  His balls strained as the movement within stimulated his body to produce more seed, the sack stretching under the struggles and excessive liquid.

	Seeing the desperate glint in the Apple's eye, Cheerile advanced her rhythm, the sounds of slick bodies filling the room.  Big Mac grits his teeth as the friction fills his mind with primal need, the stimulation far too much for him.  He sits up to wrap the teacher in his strong fore legs, forcing her to hilt against his needy crotch.  Cheerilee's body grows slack, waiting for the torrent of fluids and fillies to come rushing through into her body.  But as seconds turn to minutes, nothing happens except the ragged pants of her male partner.  She sobers up from the heat of the moment as her eyes express annoyance.

	“They're stuck, huh?”

	“E-e-yuhh...”  Words fail him, as the painful need for release consumes him.

	“Don't worry, we'll do plan B.  Now, lie back down.”  The pained stallion obeys as Cheerilee stands up to remove the slick appendage from her loins.  With a wet pop, the teacher walks to the side of the bed as Big Mac sighs lustfully.  Taking the still-engorged member and licking some of her own lubrication off the underside, she slowly inserts the head into her salivating maw.

	“Nng... guh...” Is all he managed as the mare deep throats the tender erection, backed up by the two rascals that continued to protest within the expanding sack.  Not wanting to prolong the buildup of thick fluids within her pony's groin, she begins to suck on the member aggressively.  The red stallion yelps in surprise before settling back down on the bed, wanting release more than anything.  Her suction increases in ferocity, the struggling bulges within the testicles slowly rising up the reddened shaft.  Seeing progress, she hilts her mouth against Big Mac's pelvis as she tastes a drop of salty goo on her tongue.

	The bulges crawl from the Apple's jewels and into the lengthy passage of Cheerilee's esophagus, a rush of thick fluids aiding in the expulsion of the fillies.  Pressing the tip against the opening of her stomach, her belly fills rapidly with both ponies and seed, the gush of fluids spraying hard against the fleshy walls.  Big Mac utters a moan of approval as his genitals shrink from emptying his load directly into the growling paunch of Cheerilee.  Sucking him dry of all excessive fluids, the limp member flops out from her lips as she swallows any leftovers that stayed within her.

	“Better?”  The saucy teacher asks the fatigued stallion, completely spent from the stress.

	“Uh huh...”  As Cheerilee covers her mouth to giggle at the drained pony, a rush of gas erupts from her belly as she belches out a pearl necklace.  Stroking her wobbling middle, she feels the tired movements of the mischievous mares swim in the thick gunk.

	“Well, young lady, you won't be needing this for a while.  I think I'll confiscate it for the night.”  Placing the sticky accessory on her nightstand, she observes Big Mac lazily roll over to stand up.  Visually tired from tonight's antics, he goes to take his silent leave.

	“Oh Big Mac, we're still up for tea tomorrow afternoon, yes?”  The mention of tea invigorates his body, eyes lighting up with child-like wonder.

	“Eeyup!”  Nodding to his lovely friend, he takes his leave as he strolls out of the room.

	“Thank you, see you tomorrow!”  Waving her hoof to the stallion as he makes his exit, she refocuses to her engorged stomach as she hears her front door close with finality.  Patting her stomach with a satisfied smirk on her face, she talks to the jiggling orb.

	“Now that you've experienced the male genitalia first hand, I suppose your next lesson will be in the digestive process.  Take some mental notes, because I expect a report of it after this weekend, since you two were so disruptive in today's lesson.”  With a yawn, she lays down in her bed.  The muffled gurgles and squeals of a healthy digestive system aids in lulling the educator to sleep.

	“T-T-Tiara?”

	“Ugh... what Silver?”

	“A-a-are we gonna be digested?”  Among the sounds of the teacher's thundering heartbeat and the splash of thick fluid as the stomach thrashes about, Silver Spoon asks her only friend for peace of mind.

	“Of course not!  Blegh... our fathers love us too much to have that happen!”

	“But...”

	“No 'buts!'  Now stay quiet so we can find a way out.”  The pulsing stomach groans and shudders as the fillies' hooves trace along the sides of the wrinkled organ.  Keeping their heads above the lumpy mixture that soaked them to the bone, the sticky gel clung to their manes and faces as their bodies were submerged in the thick goop.  As time passed, the stomach slowly closed in to the two fillies, bringing them closer and closer together as the messy slime drained below them.

	“T-T-Tia...”

	“What is it Silver?”

	“Something got my legs... help...”  Wrapping her forelegs around her friend, Silver Spoon feels her body being dragged in deeper into her teacher's body, the tickle of villi crawling against her skin.

	“L-Let me go!  I don't want to go down there!”  Diamond Tiara's struggles weren't enough to throw her clingy friend off her as she feels her body slowly being dragged deeper into the dark depths.  The two girls squabble as the pulsing flesh of the mare pulls them deeper into the lengthy tubes of her intestines.

	Aside from the occasional whimpering, the two girls traveled down the slick tunnel in silence, completely at the mercy of the natural constrictions of the form-fitting passageway.  They gradually lurch forward with each pulse of the pony's body, the ridged walls guiding their way down.  The slimy lining of the intestines deliberately replaced the white seed that once populated their soggy coats, keeping the two well-lubricated for their journey through.  After an indeterminate amount of time, Silver Spoon feels a firm wall press against her hind hoof.

	“Tiara... I think we're at the end...”

	“Mmmph... trying to sleep Silver, what are you babbling about?”  Diamond Tiara's body continues to slime down as the walls continue to push down.

	“Tiara... we're in her butt!  Stop moving!”

	“I'm not moving, its pushing me on their own!”

	“Oh my, seems you found the way out girls, let me finish my shopping real quick.”  Stuck in the middle of the marketplace, Cheerilee feels the fillies struggle for a way out as she keeps her rounded cheeks tightly sealed.  She walks with a subtle sway in her hips, the clamor in her colon barely visible across the surface of her skin.  She tightens her muscles in her hindquarters, limiting all movement from the two girls.

	“Now now... we're home, just give me a moment to put away the groceries.”  Opening the door to her home, she gasps in glee as the movements stimulate her lower lips.  Refocusing on the task at hand, she trots into her home with a bouncy skip, hoping to coax out another violent wiggle.  The weighty mass in her bottom thrash about in their cramped quarters as Cheerilee squeezes out a quick spasm, dripping a bit of nectar across her kitchen floor as she sorts the produce from her grocery bags.

	“Okay, we're done, time to come out now.”  She strokes her lower belly as she walks into her bathroom, a faded blush crossing her cheeks.  Standing inside her tub, she spreads her cheeks, revealing her tight exit to the outside world.  She squats down, her flank hovering just above the floor of the tub.  The movements within made her instinctively clench, breaking all concentration in her efforts.

	“Girls, please, if you want to come out, stay still so I can let you.”  Though liquid pleasure continues to leak between her legs, she knew the fillies had enough.  Feeling them fall limp within her, she takes a deep breath before hardening her stomach's muscles to eject the two.  She gives a feminine grunt before letting her anus dilate open, the sounds of tired ponies echoing off the smooth surface of the tub.  A huskier grunt from the teacher releases the stale air that laid patiently within her, sputtering out as it whizzes by the subdued students.  Another quick strain has Silver Spoon's hind legs slip out, followed by the rest of her as her pacified body laid motionless, her tiny body gasping for fresh air.

	“Can you move a bit dear?  Your friend will be coming out soon.”  Dragging herself away from Cheerilee's daunting bottom, another curt grunt has Diamond Tiara trickle out, accompanied by the thick slime left that clung to her body.  The relieved teacher stands up to step out of the tub.

	“Hopefully you two learned plenty.  Your fathers will be here soon enough, so I suggest showering off to make yourselves presentable to them.”  The two fillies stare at each other, dumbfounded how their teacher can talk to them so normally.  Before closing the bathroom door to give the two a moment of privacy, a glint of aggression shines in Cheerilee's eyes.

	“Oh... and if you misbehave again... I'll make sure to not clean myself before sending you two inside, do I make myself clear?”  The two fillies stand to attention at the threat, nodding vigorously.  With her signature teacher's smile, Cheerilee returns her cheery demeanor.

	“Good!  Now if you'll excuse me, your parents should be arriving any minute now.”  Closing the door behind her, Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon sat there in silence, afraid of their teacher for the first time in forever.  As the two showered the grime and grease from their bodies, the uproar of laughter can be heard downstairs as Cheerilee retells her punishment to the eager parents.