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- >you are Anon
- >and you are in detention alongside Sweetie Belle
- >you're not really sure why you're here though
- >Sweetie Belle cursed at Cheerilee, so naturally she got the detention deal
- >all you did was laugh at her joke and try to defend her
- >it's not like you go to school anyway
- >"All right you two, let's get this started."
- >Cheerilee sounds stern
- >it's actually quite intimidating
- >"You're going to be doing these tests in total silence while I review papers. Not one word from either of you."
- >sigh and look down at the paper
- >no fuck this
- >you are anon and you are not doing this stupid shit
- >stand up and turn around
- >walk towards the door
- >"Anon! What do you think you're doing?!"
- "Leaving"
- >"You get right back to your seat this instant, young man!"
- >her voice and tone reminds you of your mother scolding you
- >waves of embarassment course through your body
- >start shaking and feel like an idiot
- "O-of course, ma'am"
- >only thing you can utter as you scamper back to your seat
- >Sweetie Belle stares at you in disbelief the entire way
- >blushing at full force as you hit the seat
- >Cheerliee eyeing you cautiously until you pick up the pencil and look at the paper
- >when the embarrassment and blush slowly fades other emotions begin anew
- >you realise how attractive it was to be put in your place
- >something about Cheerilee scolding you was enjoyable
- >and she was quite the beautiful mare
- >well educated and kind, too
- >after pretending to look at the paper for a little while, you sneak a glance at her
- >she's absorbed in her paper grading
- >what an absolutely cute mare
- >you can see little smiles come across her lips as she reads the fillies papers
- >although she doesn't notice you, you do your best to stay sneakey
- >don't wanna get caught looking at her
- >but looking at the sheet of paper is so boring
- >your glances become more and more frequent
- >it's as if something is forcing you to look at this benevolent mare behind the desk
- >as you look at her, you begin to wonder what she's like in private
- >you never really got to know her
- >what music does she like?
- >what books does she read?
- >what positions -
- >you are suddenly brought back to reality as you realise Cheerilee is staring right at you
- >sweat forming on your forehead and spaghetti filling your pockets
- >you can't look back at the paper
- >you're fucked and you know it
- >"Anon, what are you doing?"
- "N-nothing..."
- >slowly lower your gaze back to the paper
- >you can still feel Cheerilee's piercing gaze upon you
- >pricking into you like needles
- >it's exhilarating
- >you finally grab the pencil and put it to the paper
- >instead of actually answering the quiz, you instead find yourself drawing pictures of Cheerilee
- >not that you were very good at drawing, but it's not like you don't have an imagination
- >at first it's just doodles of her, getting into the whole drawing thing
- >but after a few sketches, you quickly start drawing her more and more questionably
- >with whips, gags, rulers
- >spread out on the desk with sultry eyes
- >feel slight attention from your buddy down below the desk
- >this is all quickly forgotten as you hear a noise from your left
- >"Psst!"
- >you look over at Sweetie Belle
- >she's got a ball of paper in her hoof
- >insinuating throwing it to you and nodding
- >look back and forth from Sweetie to Cheerilee
- >have to make sure she doesn't see this
- >when you feel the coast is clear you nod to Sweetie Belle
- >she quietly tosses you the ball of paper
- >you catch it and quickly stow it under your desk
- >Cheerilee hasn't noticed a thing
- >from the looks of it she's deeply concentrated on her work
- >slowly unfold the piece of paper in your lap
- >adrenaline rush going strong
- >it's just like being in 4th grade again
- >realise it's kind of silly, but screw that, this is genuine fun
- >on the paper is simply words
- >"Why did you come back? Do you LIKE Cheerilee? ;)"
- >quickly look up at Sweetie Belle
- >she's just focusing on her test
- >there is a huge, shit eating grin on her face though
- >you glare at her for but a moment until you hear Cheerilee clearing her throat
- >panic.jpg
- >"Anon, is there something you'd like to share with the rest of the class?"
- >now she's even being sarcastic
- >you can barely sit still from all of this
- >once again you find yourself in a contest of endurance
- >it is a battle of the eyes, of the minds
- >Cheerilee is trained in this
- >she does this every day
- >resistance is futile
- >her gaze is piercing your very being
- >as a result you lose all concentration
- "My dick."
- >although the classroom had been silent up until that point, it seemed as if a groundbreaking one had taken its place
- >you feel stares even from Sweetie Belle now
- >but the reaction from Cheerilee isn't quite what you would have expected
- >"Your what now?"
- >she seems genuinely confused
- >from the corner of your eye it seems Sweetie Belle has the same expression on her face
- >this is your chance to save this shitty situation
- "Sweetie is passing notes!" you blurt out
- >Cheerilee is quite obviously taken by surprise
- >"WHAT?!" Sweetie Belle creaks in disbelief
- >it seems to have worked
- >Cheerilee is no longer looking at you, but Sweetie
- >just like in fifth grade when you blamed that annoying girl for spilling milk everywhere
- >"Sweetie Belle, I thought you knew better than this."
- >"B-but, I-"
- >"You will be silent and do the rest of the quiz."
- >Sweetie just grumbles and stares daggers at you
- >for some reason you want to rub it in even further
- "Here's what she gave me."
- >you feel the daggers intensifying
- >hand Cheerilee the piece of paper
- >you sly fucker you
- >you really outdid yourself this-uh oh
- >is that a drawing of a pony on the paper?
- >realising what you've just done, spaghetti once again starts spilling from every orifice
- >too late to stop it
- >it's happening
- >Cheerilee unfolds the paper
- >her face is a mixture of horror, surprise, and... no, she couldn't be blushing
- >"Sweetie Belle! What is this?!"
- >Sweetie takes one glance at the paper
- >"I DIDN'T EVEN DO THAT! THAT WAS HIM!"
- >"Proper schoolponies do not lie, Sweetie!"
- >"You KNOW how badly I draw! I can't even make macaroni pictures! Besides, that is DISGUSTING!"
- >Cheerilee's head slowly turns towards you
- >that sly smirk is long gone
- >it's hopped on over to Sweetie
- >"Sweetie Belle, you may leave."
- >Cheerilee doesn't even look away from you while saying that
- >Sweetie leaves with a smirk
- >you simply gulp
- >for what feels like the millionth time today, you have locked eyes with the teacher
- >but this time, something's different
- >you revel in her mental domination of you
- >her overpowering glare and authority radiating a strange form of desire
- >as you stare into her deep, green eyes your throat and lips dry out
- >you slowly lick your lips
- >you tell yourself it's to moisten them
- >both of you know that's bullshit
- >"Stop."
- >Cheerilee doesn't look one bit pleased
- >you thought for sure this was it
- >instead of succumbing to your manliness, she seems infuriated
- >with calm and calculated movements she gets off her chair
- >with the grace of a million women she moves towards your desk
- >still locking you in place with those eyes
- >you swear she must have had lessons from Fluttershy
- >both of her hooves are suddenly on your desk
- >she's mere inches from your face
- >this beautiful mare smells magnificent
- >unlike anything you've ever smelled before
- >and her breath on your face is like an intoxicating drug, lulling you into a false sense of security
- >"You will not move a muscle unless I tell you to, understood?" she whispers
- >you can do nothing but obey her
- >except for the slight twitches coming from your lower body
- >not like you could control it anyway
- >after a good 20 seconds have passed she is convinced you are obeying her
- >she tilts her head slightly to the side and moves her lips just close enough to touch yours
- >it is the purest of agony you have ever felt in your life
- >confined by nothing more than your word you are unable to give in to your desires and take what you want
- >Cheerilee feels this and smirks
- >"My, aren't you a good student."
- >with every word her lips graze yours
- >the stimulation that could be is driving you mad
- >it takes all of your willpower not to throw yourself at this mare right then and there
- >but there is no way you would fuck this up
- >her gentle hoof strokes your cheek
- >"Oh yes, you are indeed a perfect student."
- >she finally gives you what you need for but a brief second
- >her lips press against yours
- >it is the most passionate, one-sided kiss you have ever experienced
- >not kissing back is almost unbearable
- >after breaking the kiss, Cheerilee simply looks at you
- >studies you
- >"Bend over my desk, Anon. You did, after all, not perform very well during detention. Punishment is in order for such behavior."
- >after scurrying over to the desk like the good student you are, you practically throw yourself onto it stomach first
- >an audiable "pomf" is heard
- >wooden desk
- >how is this possible
- "W-What are we going to do on the desk, Cheerilee?"
- >before you can even think of what she might answer, you feel a sharp pain in your back
- >pain you haven't felt in a long time
- >you actually have to hold back tears
- >the teahcer has her front hooves firmly planted on your back after having stomped them onto you
- >"I did not give you permission to speak!" she hisses at you
- >although you cannot turn to face her, you know exactly what her face looks like
- >she twists her hoves into your back, eliciting further pain
- >you bite your lower lip to the point of bleeding to avoid making any noise
- >"That's better."
- >she gets off of you, pain immediately leaving your body
- >the mare is rummaging through the drawers in the desk
- >"Now, unfortunately we are not at my home, in which I have more... adequate tools for punishing misbehaving students. This ruler will have to suffice, I guess."
- >you get a quick glance at it
- >it's long, it's solid, it looks like pain
- >before fully registering the situation, Cheerilee has forcefully pulled your pants down to your ancles, leaving you in just your boxers
- >"Get ready", she says through her mouth holding the ruler
- >the first hit comes faster than you expected
- >and the pain which it causes to your buttocks in indescribable
- >the fights you've been in are nothin compared to this
- >pain of this magnitude should not befall you
- >before even fully accepting the pain you have received, another blow is struck
- >this time harder and faster
- >your body is tensed up and tears are now freely flowing from your eyes
- >this is not what you expected it to be
- >"Good! Students! Do not! Resist!"
- >she hits you with every word, emphazising your position and the pain
- >you want to sob
- >but somehow manage to hold back
- >despite the tears, you grow accustomed to the pain
- >you welcome it
- >she is your teacher, and you her student
- >slowly your body relaxes and absorbs the pain not as something negative, but as something wonderful and joyous
- >when the fourteenth hit lands on you, a small moan escapes your lips
- >Cheerilee temporarily stops
- >"Did you not learn you lesson before?!"
- >she quickly resumes her strikes
- >but all you can do is moan
- >"You're a terrible student! Dirty, villanous, bastard!"
- >at this point you have let go and your moans fill the classroom and possibly the entire school ground
- >Cheerilee stops all of a sudden
- >"You obviously need harsher punishment."
- >you hear a spit
- >you feel your boxers drop
- >before comprehending what she is doing you feel it
- >the ruler is slowly drilling its way into your rectum
- >you scream out in half pain half pleasure
- >"What's the matter, poor Anon can't handle a little fun?"
- >with the ruler lodged firmly in your anus, Cheerilee's teasing sounds like the singing of angels
- >you're still not convinced of this whole ass thing
- >anything to take your mind away from it is welcomed
- >"How do you like it? Answer me!"
- >she gives a slight twist of the ruler
- >your insides are stretching in ways you didn't think possible
- "I-I don't t-think I want m-more", you manage to stutter
- >"What's that? You want MORE?"
- >Cheerilee sounds like a madman at this point
- "N-no! That's n-no"
- >she pulls out the ruler in one fluid motion
- >the mixture of relief, pleasure and pain is a strange sensation, but you are happy to have it out of there
- >behind you the sound of a bottle being opened and a liquid being drunk is heard
- >you don't care, you simply rest after the ordeal
- >"Uh... Ugh, OHHH!"
- >Cheerilee's grunts of seeming pain catches your attention
- "A-are you okay back there? What's going on?"
- >two fuschia hooves slam onto the table beside you
- >the teacher's face appears mere inches beside your own
- >"PERMISSION TO SPEAK: NOT GRANTED!"
- >with those words you feel something horrible
- >meat
- >on your back
- >a long rod of lovemaking throbbing against your ass cheeks and lower back
- "W-what"
- >"SHUT UP!"
- >she bites your neck
- >a far more tolerable pain and far more pleasurable
- >but as she does, you feel her shifting
- >and voila, her head is aligned with your anus
- >"You're going to enjoy this", she smirks
- >never in your life has fear gripped you quite like in this moment
- >this unknown event is about to change everything
- >and everything started out so well
- >"Here. We. Go."
- >you bite your lip as you prepare for entry
- >instead of a fat horsecock in your anus, the front door opens
- >probably should have locked that
- >"Look, I'm really sorry about w-"
- >with absolute horror you realise the words were spoken by Sweetie Belle
- >you slowly turn your head towards the door and see not only the white unicorn, but also Apple Bloom and Scootaloo
- >this is it, your life is over
- >"W-whut's goin' on?" Apple Bloom squeaks
- >gotta think fast
- >think man think
- >you put on your best calm voice
- "Well, t-this is my extra punishment for passing notes during detention."
- >Cheerilee picks up on it and nods eagerly
- >"What kind of punishment is this?" Scootaloo asks
- >fucking kids and all their questions
- >"This is adult punishment, Scootaloo."
- >Cheerilee is amazingly calm for the situation
- >"Adults and foals are different, so we punish adults differently, of course. This is very natural."
- >you nod and give a weak smile
- >"Why do you have a penis?" Sweetie Belle asks
- >silence
- >you didn't think the fillies were old enough to understand any of this
- >"Mares aren't supposed to have this, only stallions!"
- >Cheerilee is mumbling
- >shit shit shit
- >"Girls, come in and sit down".
- >Cheerilee's voice is back to her usual, motherly voice she sports during teaching
- >the fillies are nervous but listen to their teacher and sit down each at a desk
- >"Well, girls, normally we don't have sexual education for another year, but since we're here, we might as well get into it."
- >the girls look unnerved
- >you feel weirded out by the whole thing
- >her head is still throbbing against your anus, and they are watching
- >"While you are right, Sweetie, only stallions have penises, it's actually not always the case."
- >oh boy here we go
- >"You see, some ponies are born with BOTH genders for instance! Me, on the other hand, I drank a potion made by Zecora. It's very powerful magic, but it only lasts for about a day with no side effects. It's like playing pretend, just for real."
- >the girls are opening up to the idea a bit more, but they have begun to blush
- >"So, why do ya need tah have a.. penis to punsh Anon?" Apple Bloom asks
- >uh oh
- >"Good question! You see, stallions put their penis inside of mares to make them feel good, but if a mare puts something into the stallion, it doesn't feel all that good for him. For most stallions, at least. So I'm doing this to punish Anon for his bad behavior!"
- >her eager voice and natural teaching element is sickening to your ears in this situation
- >"Here, let me show you!"
- >you completely forgot about the fact that this could still happen
- >and it did
- >she plunges into you and moans loudly
- >strangely, the feeling of a cock inside you isn't as bad as you imagined
- >it's actually quite pleasuable
- >you just have to get used to the feeling
- >as a result, you can't help letting out a moan after the initial thrust
- >all of the fillies blush, but you no longer care
- >you are at Cheerilee's mercy
- >she seems to have dropped the dominatrix act for now and lets you voice your pleasure
- >she pumps your ass with her lovestick in a slow, rythmic fashion
- >"Now girls, as you can see, this punishment seems to be ineffective on Anon."
- >the girls probably aren't even listening to their teacher any more
- >"Anon seems to be enjoying this quite a bit, in fact", she smirks
- >you can only moan in reply
- >although she is a mare, and you an ass-virgin, she moves with skill you thought impossible
- >you have never had more fulfilling sex in your life
- >and you're playing the part of woman
- >"Hey! Ah know what could help!" Apple Bloom suddenly chides
- >wat
- >she jumps off her chair and moves towards you
- >"Apple.. Bloom, what are you... doing?" Cheerilee manages between thrusts
- >"Ah'm givin' Anon ah BJ!"
- >you have no time to react to this
- >all you know is there is now a filly sitting underneath your legs, licking your rock hard member
- >you want to stop her
- >make Cheerilee stop her
- >but the pleasure is too much
- >words cannot be formed in your state
- >resistance is futile
- >Apple Bloom may not be an expert, but at this point, anything is bliss
- >never in your life have you experienced such sweet salvation
- >feeling Cheerilee fill you up to the brim with her sweet, magical cock
- >massaging your insides and vigorously slamming your prostate
- >you are at her complete mercy, and it feels liberating
- >at the same time, Apple Bloom is doing all she can just to pleasure you
- >she is your little bitch
- >this mix of being used and abusing the filly is creating indescribable feelings
- >you think you spot the two remaining fillies with their hooves at their nether regions
- >but you don't care, it's all about you
- >as Cheerilee thrusts and grunts, you feel her throbbing member spasm inside you
- >with one final, hard thrust she shoots her seed inside you and groans in feminine pleasure
- >the force from the thrust forces your own cock deep into Apple Bloom's throat
- >she was clearly not prepared
- >as Cheerilee moan, Apple Bloom gags as you reach your own climax and grace her with your manly sperm
- >she clearly didn't know about this part
- >you can feel her trying to get off, but you reach down and hold her in place
- >she's gotta learn to swallow
- >might as well learn early
- >she is frantically hitting your legs
- >gurgling and heaving for air
- >you think she pukes, but it could just be more of your lovejuice
- >as she swallows more and more, her frantic wailing stops and she accepts her fate
- >after enjoying the afterglow for a full minute, the three of you release yourselves
- >Apple Bloom slumps to the ground
- >you only have eyes for one mare
- >or should you say, your mistress
- >after this ordeal you have fully accepted your place as her tool for pleasure
- >as Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle frantically run to their friend, you simply embrace Cheerilee and engage in a deep kiss
- >kissing ponies was a bit odd, but in the end, so was kissing humans
- >you register the voice of fillies but hear not what they say
- >after a good minute, you reluctantly break the kiss and stare longingly into Cheerilee's eyes
- >she gives you a sultry smile
- >"I'll see you after class tomorrow."
- "Yes, ma'am."
- End
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