A Lesson in Guilt
Harshly Handled
Chapter One: A Lesson in Guilt
-by Drace Domino
“Rainbow Dash, you’ve been nothing but a problem for me in this classroom.” Mrs. Harshwhinny sat at the edge of her desk, looking ultimately unamused. Her arms were folded underneath an impressive bust and her legs were crossed at the ankle; garbed in a smooth, dark nylon that led into a pencil skirt that stopped just above her knees. She was wearing a simple purple blazer over a white blouse, and that unique fuschia scarf that always made the stern older woman seem to stand out in a crowd. She looked appealing for her age; or rather she would, if her expression wasn’t always turned towards some form of scowl. That same sort of glare was focused on Rainbow Dash in that moment in the classroom, the only student left there after hours. Her gaze lingered on the young woman dressed in her typical athletic garb, staring daggers at a girl that had never respected her class. “You’re disruptive. You don’t take anything seriously. And when you’re supposed to be paying attention, I catch you passing notes to Applejack.” The mere fact that Rainbow Dash blushed and grinned at that last assumption was enough to tell Mrs. Harshwhinny that the young woman didn’t particularly feel remorse for her transgressions. Not in the slightest.
“I’m sorry, Mrs. Harshwhinny.” She wasn’t. That much was apparent by her casual, relaxed position at her desk and the way her eyes kept darting towards the clock. “I’ll try to do better. Can I go now? I’m supposed to meet my friends before I have practice, and it’s already almost fou-”
“Rainbow Dash, you’ll be lucky if you’re out of this classroom by seven.” Mrs. Harshwhinny practically growled, much to the young woman’s dismay. She scooped a hand towards the desk and picked up a stapled set of papers, waving it before Rainbow Dash’s eyes and letting it drop to the desk in front of her. “This was your test from yesterday. You didn’t have just the lowest score in your class, but in your entire grade.” She paused, biting her lips together in a moment of irritation. “Derpy scored better than you by twenty points, and halfway through the exam her test flew out the window and was picked up by a bird to make its nest.”
“Well, c’mon, Mrs. Harshwhinny, when am I ever gonna have to use this?!” It was the standard excuse for any lackluster student in social studies, quickly falling on the belief that they would never need the knowledge that Mrs. Harshwhinny taught. Aside from being enormously dismissive of the area in which the teacher had dedicated her own life, it was folly to assume that any amount of knowledge could ever be considered trivial. It was a lesson that Dash was about to learn.
“When are you ever going to need it? Now, Rainbow Dash.” Mrs. Harshwhinny spoke up simply, and folded her arms underneath her ample bust once more. Her full, large breasts settled overtop her arms, straining against the fabric of her blouse and the tight embrace of her purple blazer. “I checked with your other classes. You’re barely passing them all, which means you’re barely passing this grade. Not to put too fine a point on it, Rainbow Dash, but if you fail this test?” She gestured to the test laid out before Rainbow Dash marked with a large red F. “You’ll fail my class, which starts a chain of events. My class leads to you failing the grade, which means that next year you won’t have Miss Applejack a few seats over to be disruptive with.”
“Wait, what?!” Rainbow Dash gasped, her eyes opening as she looked at the teacher. With a moment of panic setting in the young woman glanced down from her test up to the older woman, for the first real instant understanding the weight of the situation. She didn’t mind bad scores. She didn’t mind only barely passing. But to not get to advance with her friends, to not get to move up with Applejack? It was a truly frightening concept. “M...Mrs. Harshwhinny, I can’t let that happen! I’ve got to keep going with my friends! Applejack and I, we...we-”
“Trust me, Rainbow Dash, nobody at this school is in any way confused about the nature of your relationship with Applejack.” Mrs. Harshwhinny responded with a flat gaze, and slowly pushed away from the desk. She moved herself closer to Rainbow Dash’s desk before kneeling down, one hand slipping alongside Dash’s backpack, to where a thermos was nestled against the mesh along the side. It was generally a thermos for a younger student; one brightly labelled as a Daring Doo lunchbox thermos, but as soon as Harshwhinny put her hand on it she could feel that the contents were nice and warm. As she stood up once more she held the thermos aloft, and could already see that Rainbow Dash was looking nervous. “I saw her give this to you before class started...and the kiss you two stole before you slinked into my classroom. What is it?”
“That? That’s just fresh cider from her farm, Mrs. Harshwhinny!” Rainbow Dash whined, looking up at the thermos as if it was her most precious possession. “Applejack, she...she always makes sure to save me the first mug from a new batch. She knows how much I love it, and...and how much it reminds me of her, an-”
“You can spare me the teenage love story, Rainbow Dash.” Harshwhinny announced simply, and put the thermos down at the edge of her desk. She let it sit there for the time being, taking note of how distracted Rainbow Dash was at the knowledge that it was in danger. It was a real treat for her, given by her girlfriend, something that she cherished every since swallow of. That particular treat would have to wait; however, as there were far more pressing matters to contend with. “This test of yours simply cannot be left the way it is, Rainbow Dash. I need to know how far you’re willing to go in order to make this right. How far you’ll go in order to stay at Applejack’s side.” She let a hand move out, a finger teasing along the top rim of the thermos. As she let her digit drift around the top rim Rainbow Dash watched her hand move, practically salivating at the thought of a taste of cider. The teasing of the nearby treat combined quite well with Dash’s own fear of failing, and before long the young woman was looking up at Mrs. Harshwhinny with a panicked expression on her face.
“Anything, Mrs. Harshwhinny, I’ll do anything!” She blurted out, fidgeting in her seat. “Please don’t hold me back! I love Applejack so much, and my friends, and if I don’t get to move up I might even get kicked from the soccer team, and-” She was silenced simply as Mrs. Harshwhinny raised a hand, suggesting her to be quiet. Once she stopped stammering the older woman simply nodded, and pushed off from the edge of the desk to begin approaching Rainbow Dash once more. Slow, methodical steps were taken before she stood alongside the young woman’s seat, and she lowered a hand down to breach a level of contact that student and teacher didn’t often reach.
Rainbow Dash tensed up as Mrs. Harshwhinny took her chin, her stern fingers holding the young woman’s face as she forced her gaze to tilt upwards. Her brow furrowed and she studied Rainbow Dash’s sweet blue features; from her tomboyish gaze to her bright rainbow colored hair, even to the uncomfortable fidget that was going along across her body. She didn’t finish her analyzation until she smoothed her thumb across Rainbow Dash’s lips in a solid sweep, and her fingers curled underneath the girl’s chin to give her a soft, teasing scratch.
“Very well.” She announced simply, ignoring the discomfort in the young woman for the moment. “I’ll give you a passing grade...but only if you apologize to me.”
“A...Apologize?” Rainbow Dash fidgeted, her cheeks a dark blue hue and her unease apparent. “For...For what?”
“For an entire year of disrupting my classroom.” Mrs. Harshwhinny didn’t hesitate, and her brow was narrow and irate as she spoke. “For not paying attention when I speak, for trying to bring down your other students, and for passing notes to that little girlfriend of yours. You did all of those things without a trace of remorse, completely uncaring about your actions and how they affected me and your other students.” She clicked her tongue to the roof of her mouth, and drew a small, cruel smile across her lips. “I think...Rainbow Dash, it’s time for you to know what it’s like to feel very, very guilty.”
Rainbow Dash’s eyes went wide, and her throat tightened as Mrs. Harshwhinny finished her thought. She didn’t know just what the older woman was suggesting, but she knew it was making her very uneasy. Still...she’d do anything to keep from being held back. She’d do anything, absolutely anything, if it meant getting to stay by Applejack’s side.
The sweet, charming young woman that always gave her the first mug of cider and an endless supply of love.
That guilt that Mrs. Harshwhinny had described was already sitting in. How could she not feel guilty, sitting there in her school desk staring at what her teacher had just pulled out in front of her? Mrs. Harshwhinny had pulled her pencil skirt up and exposed something that had taken Rainbow Dash completely by surprise: a long, enormous length the likes of which she had never seen. It was too large to fit in panties and it was clear why Harshwhinny wore her pencil skirts to just above her knees; it was just about the point where that enormous member stopped dangling between her legs. Her nylons went up to the midpoint of her thighs, and as she tossed her skirt completely aside Dash was allowed to look at her length in the full, exposed light of the classroom. The same skin color as the rest of the older woman, her member was the same general shape and proportions of that of a horse’s, and the longer that Dash’s eyes lingered on it the more and more it started to tremble.
“Stand up, Rainbow Dash.” Harshwhinny demanded firmly, her hands resting at her hips as she gave the order. Her eyes followed the sweet blue skinned girl as she trembled up to her feet, taking notice how Dash’s gaze didn’t drift from her hanging length for even a second. A slow, cruel smile spread over Harshwhinny’s features as Rainbow Dash steadied herself to her feet, her sneakers squeaking on the tile of the classroom and her slender body quivering. It was clear that Rainbow Dash, usually so quick with a comment or a reaction, was completely stunned by what she saw. It wasn’t entirely surprising; Harshwhinny knew well that her member was something to behold, especially for the sweet young women of Canterlot High.
“Obviously you can see this.” Harshwhinny finally spoke, and a hand slipped underneath her girth to begin to lift it. It was already stiffening to the point that it could stand forward on its own merit, but still she let her hand rest underneath it if for no other reason than to properly convey just how big the damned thing was. It was the job of at least four hands to properly grip it, and another pair to work across the heavy hanging sack that settled just underneath its base. As she pulled it forward and let its impressive length swing out the side of it slapped against Rainbow Dash’s arm; striking the young woman and making her instinctively flinch. The reaction only delighted the teacher, who licked her lips in wicked fashion before pointing to the floor. “On your knees. Let me see if that mouth of yours is good for anything other than disrupting my classroom.”
“Muh...Muh...Mrs. Harshwhinny, I don-”
“Rainbow Dash, this is the only way you’ll be passing my class, I can guarantee you that much.” Mrs. Harshwhinny spoke boldly and with a solid tone, her gaze narrowing a little harder on the young woman. She took a slightly wider stance; her heels skidding along the tile as she let her member swing forward again, this time intentionally striking Dash in the same spot along her forearm. “It’s either get on your knees and apologize to me, or you’ll be held back. No more lunch times with your friends, no more recess breaks with Applejack, no more...well…” She rolled her shoulders, noncommittally. “...I imagine if you’re held back, it wouldn’t be long before she found someone else to spend her time with.”
“No! N-No, she won’t!” Rainbow Dash suddenly blurted out, her eyes going wide and her body already lowering. She started to drop herself down to her knees with a deep blush along her cheeks, swallowing nervously as she quickly moved to make sure that fate wouldn’t come true. “I mean, I...I’ll do it. Just...don’t tell her, okay? I don’t want her to be mad…”
“Oh, Dash…” Mrs. Harshwhinny purred, and once the young woman fully knelt before her, let her massive, horse-like member swing forward. She draped it across Rainbow Dash’s shoulder since the thing had the length to do so, nestled there against the crook of her neck to the point that Dash could feel it throb against her throat. She watched the young woman tense and flinch underneath that attention, but her smile only remained dominant, hungry, and more than a little cruel. “I wouldn’t dream of it. I’d much rather you live with that guilt, every time you remember the taste.”
If nothing else, it would be clear to Rainbow Dash by the end of the evening that it didn’t pay to disrupt Mrs. Harshwhinny’s social studies class.
When Dash reached for Mrs. Harshwhinny’s massive cock she first squirmed underneath the weight of it, surprised that she needed both hands to properly lift it off of her shoulder. When she pushed it up it caressed her cheek making her flinch once more, though this time she held the reflex back some under the knowledge that soon she’d be doing much, much more. She whimpered as she scooped the shaft up towards her face, the slightly sticky feel of it resting in her soft teenage hands, the scent of Harshwhinny’s arousal thick within the air. As her eyes gazed up at the teacher forcing her into such a situation her tongue slowly trailed out, and she gave the first of what would be many, many licks. The taste filled her senses and overtook everything else for the moment; so potent and strong that she could barely think of anything else as it settled against her tongue. She couldn’t possibly define it as a bad or unpleasant taste; the wobbling in her stomach was purely from the weight of what she was doing rather than the flavor. That small lick soon became two as she continued to meet Mrs. Harshwhinny’s gaze, and after those tiny licks a moment of hope crept across her features. Her brow lifted and she spoke up in a soft voice; timid and mild and not at all the voice Rainbow Dash usually boasted with.
“I...I licked it. Twice.” She murmured, biting her lips together in the hopes that was all Mrs. Harshwhinny desired. “I learned my lesson, ma’am, I promise i won’t speak up in class again, and I won’t pass notes, and I-mmmphghgbgbg!” Rainbow Dash’s litany of promises was nothing but lies, and Mrs. Harshwhinny knew as much. She punished the girl for her would-be deceits by moving a hand down to take a tight fistful of her rainbow hair, pulling her head forward and shoving that horse-like member straight past her young, eager mouth. Dash’s eyes went wide as she was suddenly assaulted with far more of Harshwhinny’s cock than she was prepared for in that moment, two tiny licks hardly able to prepare her for the weight that soon overtook her tongue and worked its way deep, deep into her mouth. She struggled and whimpered and her fingers clawed at Mrs. Harshwhinny’s thighs, scratching her legs and snagging her nylons, but none of her efforts to push away were even remotely successful. Instead, that dominant teacher showed her true colors as she kept pushing; inch after inch of thick, sticky cock, moving deep into the teenaged mouth of her least favorite problem student.
Dash’s eyes watered as the strain pushed against her throat, making it bulge as she was forced to take her first cock far deeper than was comfortable. More scratching at Harshwhinny’s thighs soon became a fierce grip along them both, and she stopped trying to escape in favor of simply hanging, clutching the older woman in an attempt to maintain herself. That grip in her hair held her head in perfect position as the inches just kept coming, and Dash whined and whimpered and desperately hoped that her teacher would show her some level of mercy. She wasn’t talking out of turn right then and there, that much was certain.
“Mmm...your little mouth is so much better used for this, Dash.” Mrs. Harshwhinny purred, and pushed her throbbing horsecock down even further. She kept wiggling it deeper and deeper into Dash’s mouth until she felt Dash’s nose at her lap, rubbing back and forth in the tiny batch of blonde hair nestled above her shaft. She was throating her fully now; a noticeable bulge line against Dash’s neck as the enormous member squeezed deep into her, making her fidget and squirm and recoil in discomfort and ache. Were it up to Dash she would’ve pulled her head off in an instead and thrown herself into a desperate fit of coughing and gagging, but Harshwhinny wasn’t allowing her such a privilege. Instead, the older woman licked her lips, and spoke up in a dominant tone once more. “So we can either do this all evening...or you can put your mouth to work on your teacher’s ass and balls. What will it be, Dash?”
“Mmmphg! Nnnmmgng!” The blue-skinned girl practically sobbed in response, tears lining her eyes from the strain of that thick, heavy deepthroat. Harshwhinny knew damn well what her response was, but she was far, far too irate at the young woman to let her off so easy.
“I’m afraid I can’t understand you with that disruptive hole filled.” She blurted out simply, and her free hand moved towards the nearby desk. “You like passing notes so fucking much in my class? Write me one.” She quickly dashed her hand across the desk, scattering Dash’s pencil and the nearby failed test straight into the other girl’s frame. Dash, despite the strain going through her body and the noticeable bulge in her throat, scrambled to do just that. It was difficult to write; her eyes couldn’t look down at the paper and she couldn’t so much as lower her head with her mouth so stuffed with cock, but she quickly scribbled and tore off a piece of the test, holding up a tattered note towards the older woman giving her such forceful abuse. Harshwhinny, patiently, pulled the note up from the girl’s hands.
Even the moment of reading that note was slow, laborious, and forced Dash to whimper and whine while she was choked. The tears kept coming and her sobbing was heavy with that massive cock inside of her throat, her nose starting to run and her entire world filled with the hard, thick presence of that length. She was forced to endure it while Mrs. Harshwhinny pulled a pair of reading glasses from the inside of her blazer, gently unfolded them, and allllmost slipped them onto her face.
“...smudged.” She murmured, lifting the glasses up to the light. She breathed against the lense and wiped it down across the front of her white blouse, before finally putting them on. Then and only then did she turn towards Rainbow Dash’s note, and her smile grew fondly as she read it aloud. “I’ll do anything if you let me up, Mrs. Harshwhingnging.” She mused, clicking her tongue to the roof of her mouth. “Your penmanship is atrocious, Rainbow Dash, but...very well. I’ve always had a soft spot for making my students happy.”
It was a bold faced lie for certain, and there was no greater proof of that fact by how desperately Rainbow Dash began coughing as soon as that massive cock was pulled from her throat. She fell down to her hands as she fell into that desperate fit, ribbons of thick, sticky spit hanging from her lips and her cheeks a vibrantly dark blue. She winced and whined and struggled to catch her breath over a matter of seconds, and all the while that dark, thick member that had tormented her so deeply was hanging nearby. Before she had a chance to fully catch her breath Mrs. Harshwhinny was quick to work; her hand slipping into the girl’s hair again as she moved to reposition her. Dash just whimpered as she was drug from her position, forced now to sit with her back to the desk and her head pressed against the side of it. Even through her track shorts she could feel the cold tile of the floor, and her sneakers squeaked on the ground as she was forced into place. With tears in her eyes and spit clinging around the outside of her mouth, Rainbow Dash only watched with wide eyes as Harshwhinny brought her towards the next step. The older woman lifted a single leg up; moving to brace her foot just alongside Rainbow Dash’s head, her heel hooking under the ridge of the desk as she braced herself. The action practically allowed her to mount Rainbow Dash’s face, her cock swinging high overhead that rainbow mane and her sack swinging forward to crash against her tearstreaked features. There, the heavy weight of her balls squeezed against Dash’s face, and Harshwhinny spoke up with a solid voice that wasn’t to be trifled with.
“Suck, whore.” She demanded, swinging them back and forth. “Breathe it in. Maybe if you try real hard, you can pretend it’s your girlfriend’s warm apple pie.”
If there was a way for Rainbow Dash to feel even more depraved and terrible in that moment, it was envisioning her girlfriend as she moved her face forward to suck along her teacher’s sack. Those heavy balls were fit to scale that enormous horsecock of her teacher, and as a result there was little escape from them as they smothered against her face. She could lick for hours and still only pay passing attention to every last spot of her, and with such a large task ahead of her Dash simply gave a sobbing whimper and did as she was told. Licks, slurps, teasing touches of her tongue along Mrs. Harshwhinny’s heavy sack...she even moved her hands up to gently cradle the weight of those balls against her face. Maybe if she did a good job, Mrs. Harshwhinny would see just how serious she was...just how determined she was to not be held back.
And maybe if she focused on the job at hand, she could stop thinking about how much it would hurt Applejack to see what she was doing.
While Rainbow Dash worked underneath her, Mrs. Harshwhinny gave a slow smile and moved a hand down to fondly stroke along her shaft. Her cock slapped into her open palm just above Dash’s ahead, and she swept her fingers up and down that thick, wet length while the young woman so diligently worked. There wasn’t quite much like the embrace of a teenage tongue along one’s heavy sack, and the older woman groaned in delight as she savored the pleasure she could draw from her punished student. While she stroked herself along her free hand started to work at her clothes; unbuttoning her blazer and slipping out of her dress shirt, letting her full figure come exposed. Before too long all of those clothes dropped to the floor at Dash’s feet, and though she couldn’t see her social studies teacher the woman stood there wearing a lacy black bra, her same fuschia scarf, and the wide, wicked smile of a woman that was enjoying her newest teenage fuckpet.
It was nice to have one so young and fresh...Ms. Cheerilee was always fun, but a woman needed variety when it came to sluts ready to drink up her cum.
“That’s it, Dash…” Mrs. Harshwhinny cooed, and a hand moved down to stroke the young woman’s rainbow hair. “Keep sucking. Every time is a kiss you’re not giving Applejack. I bet she’s waiting for you somewhere, too.”
She was, in fact, and that memory made Dash ache even more while she worked. She was indeed meant to hook up with her friends after school; a chance to have fun with them all and go out to dinner, and join Applejack after the fact for some alone time. In an hour she was supposed to be sharing some time with her girlfriend in the backseat of Applejack’s pickup, but in the moment it seemed like she wouldn’t ever escape from underneath the weight of Mrs. Harshwhinny’s sack. Dash just groaned and her sobbing started to fade; and with the front of Mrs. Harshwhinny’s sack well-covered and glistening with spit, the older woman moved towards the next step of her wicked demands for her young student.
A soft pull forward with her shaft also brought Mrs. Harshwhinny’s balls to drag over Rainbow Dash’s face, smearing her pretty blue features in spit before the heavy sack came to rest against her head. Dash’s mouth was forced to move even deeper south along her teacher’s body, now presented with the spot in between the older woman’s ass and the edge of her sack. She didn’t need to be told what to do by now, and with a trembling gesture Dash simply leaned her head up, her tongue rolling forward to begin flickering against her teacher’s taint. Slowly, timidly she started to slurp back and forth, the weight of the older woman’s balls resting against her forehead and a slow noise of growing arousal coming from the back of Harshwhinny’s throat. There was nothing quite like having her lower half worshipped by a teenage mouth, and though Dash had started off timid and even frightened, her enthusiasm was starting to slowly build.
That was, by no small part, thanks to the scent. The longer Dash’s face remained against the weight of Harshwhinny’s sack, the more and more she drew in the scent of the older woman’s musk. It was thick and lewd and absolutely impossible to ignore, drawing into Dash’s senses with heavy wafts as she whimpered and sobbed at the matter of her task. The flavor of Harshwhinny’s taint only worked to enhance what was an already potent scent, and as Dash continued to work the young woman found the moment to be more and more appealing as the seconds passed. Guilt still ebbed at her, though as she continued to lick she had a harder time remembering why. Every breath, every second trapped there against the strongest source of Harshwhinny’s musk, was another gasp that drew an enchanting aroma deep into the teenager’s own tender frame. Before she had been licking at Harshwhinny’s taint even for a minute she was already wet without understanding completely why, and by the time the third minute came and passed Dash had slinked a hand down the front of her athletic shorts, petting her fingers against her shaved blue pussy.
A fact that Harshwhinny noticed, and acknowledged with a hungry smile. This impulsive little brat had dealt her no small amount of problems throughout the school year, and now at her lowest and most submissive Rainbow Dash had finally learned to be a good student. She didn’t need to be smart or advanced to do well in Harshwhinny’s class; all she had to do was breathe in deep and let nature take its course. That thick cock swinging over Rainbow Dash’s head throbbed heavily as pleasure went through the older woman, and she slowed down on her steady stroking of her length despite the joy from Dash’s tongue. She could jerk herself to completion quite easily if she wanted to in that moment, but it would be an utter waste. There were far more important places for her cum.
“The ass now, slut.” Harshwhinny ordered, and hitched her heel against the rim of the desk a little tighter. Dash didn’t even hesitate this time, and she pressed her face hard against the older woman’s body so she could comply. It was a little tricky for her to reach from her position, but with an outstretched tongue she scooped and slurped upwards, managing to find the tight pucker of her teacher’s ass just past her taint. The action forced Dash’s nose to press even harder and hotter against that bed of heavy musk, and as she slurped her teacher’s ass she had no other option than to draw in even deeper, longer draughts of that thick, laced aroma. Not that she minded, and in fact, she had even begun to openly hook two fingers into her pussy, rocking her hips forward and fingering herself without any shame. While she slurped and drooled against Harshwhinny’s ass threads of spit connected the older woman’s lower half to Dash’s chin; threads that sometimes broke and swung down to dampen the frame of Dash’s T-shirt. She’d be an absolute mess by the time she came up for air; marked with spit and tears and the glistening arousal of her teacher’s thick horsecock, but she didn’t care. Not anymore, at least...looking pretty for Applejack that evening was the very least of Rainbow Dash’s concerns.
For the first time ever in her entire life, her only concern that evening was being a good student. And for the first time ever, she was.
“That’s it, whore...just keep licking that ass. Keep fingering that little cunt of yours.” Harshwhinny grinned, and her hands moved back to unfasten the snaps of her bra. Her full breasts came free; heavy and large and bigger even than Principal Celestia’s, if such a feat was openly possible. In fact, she had always made it a point to wear a bra that kept her ample bust in check...just in case the Principal had decided it was a challenge. After all, Mrs. Harshwhinny was certainly a dominating and powerful presence at Canterlot High, but some women even she wasn’t about to fuck with. With her full breasts exposed Harshwhinny moved her hands up to squeeze each one, teasing the nipples and rolling her hips, groaning in delight as Dash continued to slurp her ass. The tease of the girl’s nose at her taint, the twitch of her tongue at her tight rear pucker...it was easily one of the most intense, subservient moments she had plucked from a student under her care. And she couldn’t quite wait to experience the very next step.
“I’m so pleased we’ve been able to find something you’re good at, Rainbow Dash.” Mrs. Harshwhinny finally announced, and her leg left the desk. She pulled her ass and her cock free of Rainbow Dash’s presence, but noted with a smile how the teenaged cutie nearly leaned forward, eager to keep that momentum going. As expected Dash’s face was a mess of spit, and she didn’t hesitate as Harshwhinny swung her horsecock back and forth, striking her dismissively on one cheek and then the other, so hard and so fast that it left tiny dark blue marks over her already blushing cheeks. She was looking up at Harshwhinny with the gaze of a young woman seeking direction, seeking attention, and seeking more of what that scent had already set fire within her. Her hand was already down her shorts, and she didn’t stop fingering herself even as she gazed up at Harshwhinny past the sight of that thick, abusive cock.
“S...So...It’s so...awesome…” She whimpered, and swallowed a mouthful of cock flavored spit, just as eagerly as she would if it was something far more rewarding. “I...I want to keep...keep playing, Mrs. Harshwhinny…”
“Oh really?” The older woman asked, a teasing smile resting on her features. She moved a hand down into the girl’s hair and started to pull; fiercely and firmly despite the comfort of the young woman. Rainbow Dash was drug to her feet; her hand pulling from her panties and her mouth opening in obedience as she was yanked forward. Once she stood underneath Harshwhinny’s own impressive height, she simply stood there with an impressionable look on her face as the older woman spoke in a demanding, forceful tone. “What about Applejack? Don’t you love her?”
“I...I do...I love Applejack…” Rainbow Dash admitted, though already her hand was reaching out, moving to caress her teacher’s cock. She couldn’t help herself; the scent of that musk deep in her lungs and encouraging her actions ever further. She shivered in shameful delight, and despite professing to her love for Applejack, whimpered in a pathetic and submissive state. “But I...I love your cock...I love it more…”
A wide, wicked smile drew on Harshwhinny’s lips, and she gave an approving nod. A perfect little willing slut indeed; all the impulsiveness of a teenage thrillseeker, and all the heady confusion of her own thick musk, rolled into a tight blue package that was ready to be her whore. Who could possibly resist? Certainly not the school’s social studies teacher, and certainly not her throbbing, thick cock that was far too hungry to resist.
“If only Applejack could see you now, slut.” Harshwhinny finally spoke, and flew into action as she prepared for the next step of her plan. She spun Rainbow Dash around and made her motions swift and fast; pushing the girl hard over the edge of the desk before moving her hands down, hooking them against Dash’s shorts and panties. She pulled them to her ankles in a furious motion and yanked them both free; tossing the shorts aside but holding onto the light blue panties with a lightning bolt symbol on the front. They were already wet, laced with Dash’s own scent, and Harshwhinny couldn’t resist drawing them up to her face and pulling in a long, appreciative breath of it. Teenage arousal...not as strong as her own musk, but like a sweet wine in and of itself. “Tell me, whore, how much do you remember of Sex Ed class?”
While Rainbow Dash answered, Harshwhinny continued to work. She grabbed Dash’s hands and wrenched them both behind her back, holding them there while her fingers worked feverishly with the girl’s damp panties. She threaded her wrists through the leg holes and twisted the panties into a complex knot; effectively cuffing Dash’s hands behind her back and keeping her heavily bound. After that action she gave her ass a firm and fierce slap, forcing her to spread her legs and offer more space for what was to come next. All the while Dash gasped, looking over her shoulder and studying the older woman’s dominant features.
“I...I didn’t pay attention…” She admitted, swallowing nervously at the direction the conversation was going towards. “I figured if I’m only with Applejack, I never have to worry about...worry about…”
“Well, it’s something you can start worrying about now, Rainbow Dash.” Harshwhinny spoke with a cruel grin, and her hand moved to the base of her shaft. She lined that enormous horsecock up against that blue teenaged pussy, and the throb of her tip began to squeeze against the warm entrance already inviting her forward. “Because there’s no condoms big enough for me, and I don’t pull out of tight teenage bitches.”
Rainbow Dash’s head spun at the woman’s words, just as she groaned as her entrance was violated by her teacher’s enormous member. It wasn’t a surprise to her that Harshwhinny wasn’t a gentle lover, but even still the ache of that massive cock squeezing inside of her was enough to send her head spinning and her voice to go hoarse from her screams. She filled not just the social studies room but the empty hall of the school as she was fucked; Harshwhinny swiftly and fiercely pushing the impressive double digits of inches into the young woman’s tight, tight hole. Her hands moved to grip Dash’s waist to prevent her from squirming away, and as soon as she had planted herself half-inside she brought one hand forward. It was the hand that she had handled her cock and her balls with, a hand glistening with Dash’s spit and laced invisibly with her own musk. She smeared it across the girl’s pretty features, rubbing back and forth and making more of a mess of her while giving her another fresh dose of fuckstench.
And Dash, already moaning and breathing heavy as her little blue pussy was spread, drew it in deep. Her hands tugged from their bound position as she was fucked against the desk; her blue ass raised in the air and her sneakers bent forward to stand on her toes. While she drew in that musk her mind spun once more with everything that Harshwhinny had said; of the fact that she was cheating on Applejack, of the fact that she was now a willing whore, and freshest of all, of the implication that Harshwhinny didn’t particularly care about the outcome of that moment.
She either didn’t care if she bred her student, or, much more likely...she was openly hoping for it. Rainbow Dash received an answer to that nebulous question as that massive horsecock started to pound her, pulling back and rushing forward in heavy strokes that left her tender, wet pussy well-stretched and hungry. A slap to her blue ass left her gasping, and when Harshwhinny spoke it was obvious to state that she listened with grand, grand intent.
“I wonder how long you’ll be able to play soccer while you’re pregnant, slut.” Harshwhinny hissed, her horsecock aching against the sides of Dash’s teenage pussy, pushing in deep and stirring the young woman’s nethers. “Probably about as long as it takes for Applejack to notice. Guess you’ll be giving up two things you love in order to be my pregnant little bitch.” Another slap on the girl’s ass, and she ordered her once more to answer with a hungry voice. “How does that make you feel? Knowing you’ll lose them both to carry my child?!”
Dash, drunk on the scent of musk and overwhelmed by a pleasure that she had never even imagined before, could only scream her response.
“I love it! I want more, Mrs. Harshwhinny! F...Fuck me harder! Harder!” Her eyes rolled back in her head as she was claimed with those deep and penetrating strikes, her lap showing the same sort of visible displacement that her throat did when that large horsecock was present. The young woman had been utterly put through the paces at the end of Harshwhinny’s length, and in the madness of the moment her senses had broken down to make her fully give in to the sensations rocking through her. Her pussy ached around that enormous member yet she gladly took every inch of it, and she relished in the moments that her belly ached from the deep penetration when no more than a half hour ago she would’ve cringed at the thought. She still had the taste of Harshwhinny’s ass and taint on her tongue just as she still had that scent deep within her nose, and she found herself suckling on her own tongue in between desperate gasps laced with that aroma. Her eyes went white from how desperately they had rolled, and when she wasn’t savoring the taste filling her mouth or calling out desperately for more, her tongue was hanging from her mouth like that of a starving dog. Her hands remained perfectly locked behind her back, but she couldn’t envision an instant in which she would want to tear them away anyway. She was happy being bent over, fucked silly and claimed by the dominant older woman. It didn’t matter if she got pregnant, it didn’t matter if Applejack found it, it didn’t matter if she had to quit soccer...all she wanted was more. More of Harshwhinny’s inches, more of her abuse, and more of that scent that twisted her mind to a point of absolute, filthy glee.
And Harshwhinny was glad to give her all of those things. At a certain point the older woman groaned with delight, and bent down to change the position of her tender little slut once more. With surprising strength she hooked one arm behind Dash’s knee and lifted her up, spinning her with a sudden twist to send her tiny blue body slamming against the desk. In an instant Dash had been flipped to rest on her back; her hands squeezed underneath her weight from their prone position and her legs now lifted in the air. Harshwhinny was fucking her in a missionary position now, and she was eager to wrap her toned, athletic legs around the older woman’s waist as that enormous horsecock continued to stir her.
And from there, Harshwhinny could fully enjoy the look of slutty submission from her new pet. Dash’s tongue still hung out while her eyes rolled back, her nipples visible through her shirt and her hair and cheeks a mess of sweat and spit. Harshwhinny’s hands moved out while she continued to fuck the girl, lifting her shirt up until she could prop it over her breasts, beaming wide as her eyes darted down. She didn’t bother with Dash's bra for the moment; after all, the sight of a pair of teenage tits paled in comparison to the real show. The sight of Dash’s belly; bulging visibly every time Harshwhinny hilted that massive member deep inside of her. It was no wonder the little slut was howling and drooling on herself; she was taking a cock that very few teenagers could ever hope to manage, and she was handling it like a pro.
Harshwhinny grinned wide, and her hands moved to further caress Dash as she kept fucking steadily into her. One hand lowered to that bulge in Dash’s belly and she actively slapped it; her hand darting out to strike at her own cockhead through the fabric of a teenaged slut. She could feel the impact against her tip and it only drew more pleasure through her, so much so that she continued to do it with a dismissive and fierce motion, slapping again and again with every thrust and leaving Dash’s blue flesh gently bruised as a result. Her other hand simply lowered, scooping around one of the legs that had wrapped around her waist, fingers drawing tight in that tender flesh and gripping her close.
And in that position, with her hand striking against that probing bulge within Rainbow Dash, Harshwhinny finally found the heavy climax she needed in order to properly forgive the young woman. Dash would certainly be passing her class by now, though in the light of what happened it was likely she didn’t care about the reasons anymore. When Harshwhinny hilted herself with one final strike the bulge in Dash’s belly was deeply noticeable, and she clutched both hands against the girl’s ass as she began to unload. Pleasure rocked through the dominant older woman as she felt her member twitch and tremble, and her length began to milk through Rainbow Dash in enormous, heavy torrents.
Dash, from her perspective, had barely stopped cumming for moments now. Pleasure struck her so fast and so heavy that it was hard to tell where one orgasm ended and the next began, but she still knew that when Harshwhinny’s cum started to rock through her that it was the most joy she had ever felt in her life. It was like winning a race while making love and playing a guitar at the same time, and it was perhaps for all those reasons that Harshwhinny wasn’t particularly surprised when the otherwise unexpected happened.
That tight blue pussy clenched on her throbbing cock, and as her cum continued to flow Dash’s body started to change. Her rear lifted off of the desk as a rainbow tail sprouted from just above her rump, and her shoulders lifted as bright blue, feathered wings burst from within her shirt. Pony ears sprouted from the sides of her head, and for a brief moment she glowed with a bright blue that Harshwhinny had seen before. The Equestrian magic that had so often visited Canterlot High was a known element to the faculty, and though Harshwhinny had never seen it so very up close and personal before, she had to admit she thrilled at it. The shivering of Dash’s magical frame around her cock drew a whole new level of pleasure from her, and she gave the girl a few more steady, heavy thrusts as Dash shivered and twitched and gasped in her newfound frame.
The cum that Harshwhinny deposited within her was intense; more so than even the teacher had expected. Whether it was a side effect of Dash “ponying up” or simply the result of having such an eager young slut, the woman’s thick horse length had managed to flood that little pussy beyond all estimations. Dash’s bulge in her belly wasn’t just from that cock anymore but from the copious amount of cream deposited within her; a visible bump that distended her belly as cum leaked from the edges of her slit. She laid there gasping, trembling, staring down at the bulge in her stomach even as her tail swished from side to side and her wings twitched reflexively.
“S...So...so much…” She whimpered, and swallowed desperately as a hand moved out to caress along her bloated, cum-filled belly. “...y...you put...so much in me…”
“Perhaps a little too much for you to pull that shirt down over your belly again.” Mrs. Harshwhinny observed with a wicked smirk, and arched a brow to the young woman. Thankfully, she had a solution. Dash’s magical frame was already fading; her ears and her tails and her wings started to pull back just as Harshwhinny pulled her cock free. She turned her back and moved towards her desk, and as Rainbow Dash shivered with cum leaking from her slit, she watched while the older woman returned with the Daring Do thermos from earlier. Dash’s eyes went wide, and for a moment her heart ached as the older woman twisted the cap and spoke calmly and with great authority. “...I suppose I could use a drink after breaking you in, whore.”
The musk that had clouded Dash’s senses up until then was already fading, and the sight of Mrs. Harshwhinny drinking that cider was a sobering experience. Tears escaped from the corners of Dash’s eyes once more as she watched her teacher’s throat tighten and swallow, stealing gulp after gulp of that sweet, tasty cider that Applejack had made just for her. A testament of her love, of her dedication, of the fact that she adored Rainbow Dash so very, very much. It was stolen from Rainbow Dash as Mrs. Harshwhinny drank it down, just as the teacher had stolen the loyalty of Applejack’s energetic girlfriend. What made it even worse was the fact that Harshwhinny didn’t even finish it, but rather than give Rainbow Dash a taste she simply dumped the remainder out on the floor.
“Here we are. Spread, whore.” Harshwhinny finally spoke, and brought that thermos up just underneath Rainbow Dash’s pussy. While the young woman was left stunned, practically paralyzed from heartache and the physical exhaustion of what she had endured, Mrs. Harshwhinny let the mug rest underneath her pussy as her other hand drew up, slowly pressing down on her belly.
Rainbow Dash whimpered, practically sobbing as her pussy let flow with wave after wave of Harshwhinny’s rich, thick cream. She could feel it bubbling out; messy and wet and sloppy as it deposited mostly into the thermos, though also grazing the sides and Harshwhinny’s hand. The teacher continued to squeeze down on Dash’s belly until she was mostly empty, and when she lifted the thermos once more it was practically overflowing, Daring Do’s face well-obscured under a mask of cum. The dominant older woman simply smirked wide, and moved her hand out for the cap for the thermos once more.
“Your homework, whore.” Harshwhinny announced, twisting the cap into place and setting it alongside Rainbow Dash. She stepped forward and let her hands move behind the girl’s back, swiftly undoing the panties that bound her so she could once more stretch her arms forward. Once Dash was free Harshwhinny turned towards her own clothes, moving to pick them up and getting dressed again as if nothing had ever happened. That enormous cock was once more hidden underneath that pencil skirt, and those full, large breasts behind a bra and blazer. Before she was fully dressed she once more looked at the stripped and cum-soaked girl sitting on the desk, smirking as she gestured towards the thermos. “Drink it all, and write a thousand word essay about how drinking my cum makes you feel. And if I like your essay, I might not tell your girlfriend about what you did.”
She wasn’t joking; her tone serious and stern and without any trace of mirth outside of her clearly cruel intentions. Rainbow Dash just sat, silent, watching as her social studies teacher turned on a heel after her wicked assignment and started to silently move towards the exit. The young athlete, usually so bold and brazen and brave, sat there on the desk with cum leaking out of her pussy and a layer of sweat clinging to her body. The enchanting effect of that musk was gone, and all there was left now was...guilt. Guilt for what she had done, guilt for betraying Applejack, guilt for…
“...oh god…” Dash whimpered, her hands moving down to hold against her flat, blue belly. There was so much cum, so much...how could she have possibly avoided getting pregnant? Her eyes stung with tears as she slid from her desk down onto her knees, landing hard on the slick, cum-covered tile. Her head hung low and her sweat marked rainbow hair fell about her features, making her look forlorn and desperate and depressed.
And there, in her lowest point, she could only think of the last time she was happy and without a care. It wasn’t when she was playing soccer. It wasn’t when she was with Applejack. The only time in recent memory she could recall being without regret, without worry, and without fear of any consequences...was when Harshwhinny was fucking her like a prized, perfect slut.
Rainbow Dash’s head tilted up, and she looked at the thermos sitting on the desk.
...she had homework to do.
End of Chapter One.