> Femme's Diary of Shame > by Teofilo > -------------------------------------------------------------------------- > Work Smarter, not Harder > -------------------------------------------------------------------------- A sunny spring day over the bustling city of Tall Trees. Cars honking throughout, the ringing of bells from bikes. The sounds of construction and the smell of some amazing street foods from exotic lands. All creatures of all ages were playing sports in the parks or walking their dogs or having a picnic. But for one mare, there may as well have been an earthquake for all she cared for! Laying in bed was hardly unusual for her but unlike other days where she wanted to binge watch her favorite shows or make money from home doing her little ‘sidegig’. No. She laid in bed, snuggled up in her favorite blanket, the one with the collage of kittens on it. The floor around her bed was littered with a good number of empty ice cream mini-cups. The music in her ears, playing loudly from her ear buds. Low-key piano songs. Slow ballads. Even theme songs to her favorite shows as a kid. Nothing stopped her legs from shaking. Yet despite the motions, her bright blues, dilated and slightly red from the tears that had welled-up moments before. She took long, deep breaths. A slight tremble to her body every time she inhaled and exhaled. Her thousand-yard stare was not unfocused. In fact, a big source of her anxiety rested upon the contents of the little pink and white box. A little pink and white box she really had hoped she wouldn’t have to worry about any time soon. Then the black mare sat up, with little ceremony or warning. The mare, clad in nothing but a matching pair of pink silky panties and bra, grabbed something from the night stand. It was her little pink notebook. Femme opens the pages of the book, skipping past all the previous entries to make her way to the last three entries. Reminiscing upon the past… One Month Prior… It was any other Tuesday for Femme. After her early morning cheerleading practice came a trip to her least favorite class probably since she started attending the university. Early Modern Advertising. A class all about how creatures of all races across Equestria USED to advertise in the past. Newspaper ads, the radio; basically, old pony shit no one does anymore. Not particularly a class she wanted to take but she needed more ponitity credits. Maybe the class would have been more intriguing, or at the least, bearable… if not for the fact they chose an elderly earth mare, Professor Fact Check, to teach it. And to say she was strict would be an understatement. It seemed like every single time she came to class, this professor found something wrong with her. Whether that be what she was wearing was ‘not in line with the university’s dress code’. Or, when she was called on to answer questions, that her ‘attitude’ was showing and to ‘wise up’. But Femme was willing to forgive all that if not for the fact the teacher graded incredibly strictly as well. The last essay Femme got a ‘D’ because her paper’s analysis on 2nd Age Griffon poster boards was ‘devoid of profound analysis’, whatever that meant, and, probably most petty of all, was one page too long. Most classes don’t count the references page but boy, did she learn the hard way that Professor Fact Check does. She already dreaded showing up for class, what with her grades being on the verge of failure, she was finding it harder and harder to keep investing herself in a class she couldn’t handle very well. … That was, until today. Stepping into the classroom, the usual old mare was nowhere to be found. Instead it was- It was… A well-dressed brown stallion with gray mane. He donned a gray mustache and facial fuzz. She would be lying if she said he wasn’t good looking for a stallion who appeared to be in his late 40s to early 50s. REALLY good, actually. The two of them locked gazes. A warm smile upon his face as he spoke. “Welcome! Please, have a seat,” She could hear the heavy Spaneighsh accent he had. Femme gave the stallion a quick nod before making her way to her seat. Not long after, the bell rings and the class begins. “Hello everyone! Pony, griffon, zebra, etc. As you can see I am not Professor Fact Check. At least I don’t think I am,” He remarked with a chuckle. Most of the class just nodded but Femme did smile a little at his little joke. The mare leans in to hear more. “You may address me as profesor Vital, I actually work as a foreign language instructor, Español, and tutor on campus. I am filling in as Miss Fact Check’s emergency sub until she comes back from leave. More than likely we will be together until the end of the semester. I promise… este… how you say? To not make things more complicated than they need to be?” Vital proceeded to open the class’ online to-do page. “Here you will find my contact information… and here, as you can see” He proceeds to open the drop-down menu for the assignments. “I opened all the modules as well as the notes to go with them. Please keep in mind that all relevant dates, such as your final exam and final paper, have not changed. If you have any questions, I will be here to help as much as I can but otherwise, you’re free to work at your own pace!” The stallion pauses a moment and sees a hand go up, a red gryphoness wearing glasses who was known for being on the debate team. He points to her, saying something to the effect of “Ya?” “Professor Vital, how much exactly will you be able to assist on these upcoming assignments?” Asked the gryphoness with a tilt of the head. Vital, leaning back on the desk, gave a nod. “Señorita Phoenix, I am glad you asked…” Vital proceeds to turn to a slide document in the module. A bright white slide, newspaper background, definitely Professor Fact Check’s work, comes up with black text. ‘FAQ’ as the title. “To save my time and your time and lots of unnecessary emails. I will go ahead and read this to you all…” The stallion pauses to clear his throat. Some of her classmates are already beginning to pack their things up. “‘Hello Estudents, Fact Check here with an all-points bulletin. I wanted to let Jyou all know that I am okay. Unfortunately, because of my medical condition, I am not able to be back in the classroom for the rest of the semester. And since I have always had somepony else upload things to TheDrawingBoard, I decided to have a substitute in place for these last couple weeks…” Femme faded in and out of attention. Only really picking up the parts about how he would not be able to help with the content itself but any online uploads or questions about deadlines could be answered by Professor Vital. And that all the material they needed was in the modules… But then one line from the monologue of academic integrity caught her ear. And even made some students pause and stop packing. “‘Past Assignments. Because the substitute is now given control of the class and the gradebook, while I do discourage him or her from allowing past assignments to be regraded, it is up to their discretion,’” The stallion pauses as a male zebra speaks up. “Wait a sec. Sorry to interrupt but is it okay if we turn in overdue or, like, old stuff to you for a regrade?” the zebra asked. Vital put up his hand up to his chin as he looked at all the students. Stroking his chin. “Tell you what, I am willing to regrade one paper. ONLY one paper. Choose wisely,” And with that announcement out of the way, Femme looks up right as the class breaks out in a cheer. “Guess I wasn’t the only one,” She mumbles to herself. “Don’t make me regret this, okay?” The stallion says with a warm chuckle. He then proceeds to check the next slides. “And any more announcements… nope? Okay. ‘Best of luck!’ is all it says!” Those who were beginning to pack up now finished up but waited for the professor. “...As some of you know, telling by how all the backpacks are out. When there is a substitute in charge, you do not have to stay for the clase. Is attendance mandatory? No, except for the final. But I will still be here to answer any questions that I can answer,” That was it. With that, many students began to vacate the room. At least a good half of the class got up and walked out. But for Femme, she needed a moment to really sit down and consider her options. That was when one of the students, in front of her, the only one in fact, popped her computer out and almost immediately went to a grade calculator. Femme knew what she needed to do next. She logged in quickly to the computer itself, then she logs into her student account on TheDrawingBoard. Clicking on her grade, which she usually dreaded doing, she could see she was sitting at about 63.1% for the semester. Femme then opens a tab and opens a GPA calculator to do some calculating… “Final paper… I need a ‘B’ for the class for my scholarship… 10% of the grade…” The dark gray mare quietly whispered as she entered values into the computer… The first calculation she ran was a what-if if she could get a ‘B’ without having to redo the midterm paper. To her disappointment, but not to her surprise, she would need to score perfectly from here on if she wanted to scrape a ‘C’. Then she calculated what would happen if she could turn in her midterm paper… Femme’s eyes lit up like a filly on her first Hearts’ Warming’s Eve. If she could get even a 78% on the previous paper, all she would need on the last assignments would be an ‘A’ and a ‘B’. and the rest would just be icing on the cake. But then a little voice of self-doubt began to fill her mind. And what happens if you bomb the test? What if you don’t do well on these following papers? The pessimist in her asked. I think I can handle this test. I mean, professor Fact Check isn’t here to nitpick all the little details. The optimist cheerleader in her head replied back. …That’s not really relevant when you consider that Fact Check’s tests and paper’s grading scales are still being used. The voice of reason in her head laid out. Yeah, but who will be grading it? It looks like it will be done by the language professor. The optimist cheerleader tried to reason back. Still, is that really a risk you want to take? The pessimist asked. Okay, fair enough but what exactly am I going to do about it? Her conscious mind asked. The mare stared into the screen of her laptop, an anxious sigh released from her mouth. She would tab back to the paper that got her a D in the class before. So many of the notes were stuff about how she was too ‘vague’, and that she was only summarizing the research. Not actually synthesizing or properly critiquing the griffon advertisements. It made her head hurt trying to make sense of it. Just the thought of having to make all the necessary corrections and then it not being enough because of one test? The idea of having to repeat or lose her cheerleading scholarship made her leg shake. Her hand balling into a fist. She leaned into it. She spent what felt like hours just typing in hypothetical scores and what-if scenarios into the calculator. The conclusion was all the same: Because of the low scores from this semester, it meant that she was going to have to score very high not only on her next assignments but the exam and the final paper as well. She took a moment to think… She didn’t really have a choice, did she? She looked up and saw that the professor and the student in front of her were chatting in Spanish. Professor Vital and the bright red mare seemed to be deep into their conversation. Whatever it was about, the mare was laughing her tail off. But then Vital turned his attention to her. As if he had already known that something was on her mind… “Yes? Can I help you?” Femme blinked a second before answering. “Yes, but can I ask you after class?” The soft-spoken cheerleader asked with a timid rub of her hands. Vital gave a nod and a friendly smile. “But of course. This is my last class for today anyways so I can stay a little bit longer if need be,” Femme lightened up. Her mind then looked back to the computer and to her dismal grade situation. Perhaps if she could explain her difficulties to him… She needed to carefully think about her words. She didn’t know him too well, after all. And asking for him to grade more for a class he didn’t teach was asking for a lot…. For now, it was back to making those corrections… And figuring out what exactly she could criticize about a cartoon drawing of a griffon eating a fish and how exactly that made for ‘ineffective advertising strategy’.... One Class Period later… The class, or what was left of it, made their exodus. Save for a couple of students with lingering questions, to which Vital answered them quickly. Femme was already packed up. Having made major headway on her editing and revisions. Though, she definitely struggled. Like how exactly does one give a ‘thorough critique’ of magazine ads for gryphon dieting pills? Anyways, one by one, the students in front of her were getting her questions asked. That was when one male zebra stayed behind and she overheard the following: “Ayyy uh… Professor Vitel is it? Yeah, my name’s Raymond. I ain’t doing so hot in this class. I’m sitting on an ‘F’ ‘cause the last professor wasn’t no good with me. Thinks ya can maybe be a little more lenient on me? I gots a few things I needs to make up.” The burly zebra said in a tough yet pleading voice. “I’m on the cross-country team and if my grades ain’t no good, theys gonna take it away, ya feel me?” Vital nodded to the stallion’s words, giving him a neutral smile. “Right! One second… Let me see how you’re doing…” He then opens the gradebook on the computer and after a few clicks and a bit of typing, the brown stallion gives a wince. Femme, already being at an angle she can see the computer, sees that the Zebra’s grade is 59%. Only 4% below her own. Professor Vital gave a sigh. “And you’ve done the calculations? What exactly do you need?” Vital asked while turning to meet the zebra’s green eyes. “Well, I was hoping uh… maybe you can grade on a curve, you know? I don’t know how I’m gonna do on this, you know? Is there anything I can do?” The zebra pleaded. Vital looked at the grades and began to shake his head. “I mean, I already offered a lot as is. Are you sure you can’t make up a previous assignment for lots of points?” The zebra gave a frustrated sigh. “You see, the issue is that I got cross country and I got a part time job on top of ‘ll that. You sure you couldn’t take, like, a few other previous assignments?” Now this is what Femme was worrying about! She had to hear- “I’m really sorry. I really wish I could help more but I already am bending the rules and I have full plate as it is. I’m really sorry…” He said in a consoling voice. Raymond's ears flopped down the side of his head. A groan slipping from his lips. “Thanks anyways, I guess,” before leaving. Vital gave a sigh. Femme believed him. Greaaaaaaat… This is such a waste of time. I don’t know why I even bothered waiting in line… The pesssimist remarked. Shut it. I have to at least try… Her conscience hissed back. “Ahhhh… Femme! I know earlier you had a question for me? What’s on your mind, Nena?” Vital leaned over closer to her. Almost like he really wanted to hear her question. “Hey, um, well. I’m also not doing so hot in this class. Soooo…” the mare trailed off, trying to think of the right words to convince Vital… “I know you just said you would only grade one paper and all. And I promise I’m really trying but this semester just really kicked my behind! Is there any way I could get my grades up without having to solely depend on an exam and a paper?” Femme took a pause. She wasn’t lying! Between full-time classes, being on the cheer team, and her other ‘priority’, she was a busy girl through and through. Vital didn’t immediately respond. A nod of his head before he turned to look at her grade. “Un momento,” He muttered. Vital pulls up her grade a similar wince filling his face as she already expected him to answer with- “Yaaaaa…” His voice trailed off. “I take that as ‘there’s nothing more I can do’, yeah?” Femme already sounded defeated. Perhaps this was a huge waste of- “I don’t know if I should say this but…” Vital words were much more softly spoken, whispered even. Something about his demeanor changed and Femme, though hardly the sharpest tool in the shed, could see it clear as day. “...We’ve met before, but not on campus,” Vital remarked. Femme gave a puzzled look. “What? Uh… what exactly do you mean by-” Vital looked away from her for a moment. “BlackLotus, I’ve… seen… your videos. I’m ElCaballoDel78. A big fan, you could say… I mean you remember my donations, yes?” The stallion whispered those last words. Femme felt like her heart stopped. Like time froze in this moment and that she could feel everything. She knew she had a small but loyal following from her little online presence but she had never met one of these fans in-person. But that username… It stuck out to her because, well, he was a quite generous donator. He was someone she had talked to on and off. The fact that it was her own professor just added more fuel to the shock. “O-oh! You know about… that…” Her words trailed off. What was she supposed to say now? “I didn’t mean to just come at you with that. I don’t judge you. Far from it,” Vital spoke softly, obviously wishing to avoid confrontation. Did it help put her at ease? A little. But she still felt a shakiness building up in her legs. “I think I know what you are getting at…” Femme thought about her next words carefully. If he’s seen all her videos, then there wasn’t much she could offer to entice him on that front. Admittedly, she hadn’t made new content for a few weeks now to share. Maybe she could offer… offer… Offer… “Sorry, perhaps I was a little too forward. You can forget I said anything. I don’t want you to jump to anything you don’t want to do,” Vital said as he logged himself out of the computer. He then got up, but Femme reached out with a stopping gesture. “Wait, Professor Vital… I mean, you can’t just drop that on a girl and leave her hanging. I want to hear what you know,” She replied back quietly. Vital paused for her. Putting a hand on his chin, twiddling his moustache. “Well, I’ve heard rumors from students. Rumors about this college. I never believed the stuff about exchanging chaka chaka for good grades,” He made a gesture with his brows when he said those spanish words. This made Femme giggle with some discomfort. She may not have been the smartest mare on campus but she could see plain as day what he was wanting from her. Perhaps if her grades were closer to a high “C”, she’d just laugh him off and try to brush this whole thing under the rug. Pretend like this never happened. But no. He knew quite well what her situation was both in the classroom and out of it. She never felt so vulnerable in her whole life. The stallion sat up and cleared his throat. “I mean, those videos you sent me for my support… Especially the last one you sent back in January. The one with you… pulling those pink panties down and getting a close shot of your flower~,” The stallion trailed off. She could just tell by the way he licked his lips that he was thinking about her so… perversely. She shivered. She really, really, really didn’t like talking about the ‘fun’ she had outside the classroom. “I…” The mare choked on her own words. Faking a cough to buy herself just another second to grow the strength to offer what she was about to in spite of her conflicted mind’s reservations and extreme concern… Eventually, after a pause… A long one that created tension as she really had to fight with herself to get the words out… She knew exactly what he was wanting and where things were going to go if she continued to play into this…. But she had to look at the bigger picture. Lose some dignity to a horny stallion and guarantee a good grade for this semester or tell the professor to piss off and risk losing the scholarship that basically has been carrying her because she had to be honest, this class was very hard. And the exam was worth so much and so if she fails… It’s bye-bye to her future dreams of success. That last bit of fear, perhaps, was what finally got the words out of her mouth. “I… I c-can give you something better than videos,” She said with a huff. One weight was off her shoulders, only for another to take its place. “L-like… uh… Like… you know…” If the black, freckled mare could see herself, she would see that her face was turning red. Her legs were starting to shake and her face was turning, much like her stomach. Keeping herself together was getting harder with every passing second for the FreshMare. Vital’s eyes dilated. His jaw dropping just a little as a smirk began to adorn his gray-facial-maned-adorned face. “Like what, nena?” If he had nerves, she couldn’t detect them. Another shift in her posture to try and reset and not completely fall apart. Did part of her want to back out? Perhaps, but she was this far in already. What would be the point of withdrawing now? He knew her like that already. Plus, she’d be lying if she didn’t think he wasn’t at least a little handsome and charming. “Something more… private. Something you can actually… touch…” Femme finally muttered out as she kept her arms to herself. Quickly, the stallion’s eyes dilated and his tail began to slightly wag. “Wow~, que atrevida… I might consider… curving a few grades,” The stallion’s smirk and his blush were becoming more and more noticeable. Femme sighed out. “Just curving? Dang….” She said with a huff and a scrunch of the nose. She knew what she was worth. A few percentage points for something so risky definitely didn’t sit right with her. Vital interjected. “I could do more. It just depends on what we do, nena, how does that sound?” Femme froze up. Were they both really about to go through with this, huh? The mare grows up the courage to look Vital in his eye and say, “Let’s get to know each other better first, then we can see how far I’m willing to go with you, is that okay?” Vital gave the mare a friendly smile. Reaching his hand out cautiously to meet hers, which was balled up into fist on Professor Fact Checks’ desk. A soothing gesture upon her. “Yeah. Poco a poco, little by little…” He said with a soft voice as he gazed deep into her eyes. Past that scruffy face and the chocolate eyes, something that… looked deeper. The mare took a deep breath.She could see why so many of the female students were wanting to talk to him so much during class. “Would you be against us starting today? Like right now? I finished teaching my classes for today. Or are you busy?” Vital asked with an almost-too casual tone. Femme froze again. I mean, that was the agreement right, no? But did she really want to do it here and now? “Uh… I mean, I don’t know if I’m ready to go all the way just yet, much less in a classroom where we can get caught…” The mare softly retorted as she shied away from him. Vital stifles a chuckle. “No no no! ¡Asi no, nena!” Saying some things in Spanish to himself before refocusing. “I don’t mind if for today we just… look? Would you be against just looking at each other to start?” Femme couldn’t catch what Vital was getting at. “Like… look at each other naked? I mean, you’ve seen the videos…” Femme says with a nervous shake in her voice. “Bueno… I think we need to… build trust. Slowly, yes?” The stallion got out of his chair, horn lit up. The door behind her closes and the lights are turned out. The illumination of the sun was the only thing brightening up the classroom. “Yeah… trust… sure…” The black mare softly whispers as the chatter of passing students raises her mane on the back of Femme’s neck. She nervously looks back, a slight whimper escapes from her lips as the voices fadeaway into the background. When she turns around, Vital is in front of her. Making her jump as she looks the stallion in the eye. “¡Ay perdon-! I mean sorry to scare you, Femme,” The stallion didn’t raise his voice too high, keeping a whisper into her ear. She knew that she was overreacting. Looking into Vital’s eyes, she tried to keep her mind off her nerves and that little voice trying to tell her everything that could go wrong. The ends justifies the means, after all, and this was the best opportunity for her to get those grades up. And maybe even enjoy herself in the process. The mare took a deep breath. In and out, nice and smooth like she was getting ready to do a stunt. Vital then whispered again. “You’re sweating. Why don’t you take some of this stuff off?” With that, Femme felt Vital finally put his hand on her. A cautious hand. One that she did not turn away. “Yeah…. And you can touch, that’s fine…” She said under her breath. Femme felt as Vital wasted not a second after getting her verbal approval. Immediately tucking his thumbs into her skirt, another light whimper escaped her mouth as she felt her skirt drop to the floor. His experienced hands made their way up. She could see that his eyes weren’t meeting hers, but looking lower. Maybe she should have had more qualms about an older teacher rubbing her hips and back, but she couldn’t deny that it was soothing to her nerves. His hands were on her front now. He then made a motion to take off her top, which prompted her to raise her arms up briefly so that now she was in her tennis shoes and her undergarments. Her out-of-shape body is now on full display for him. “Wow… Even better in person,” The stallion silently remarks with an awed smile. She swore he had stars in his eyes. “I’m not THAT amazing,” She retorted back with a blush. The stallion shakes his head. His firm grip tightening around her thick hips. His rough hands on her soft fur and skin… slowly sinking below panties. Another soft whimper left Femme’s lips… then a sharp gasp as Vital kissed up on her neck… But then Vital’s hands touched onto her panties. Slowly but surely, his hands moving from the sides of her love handles, moving past her legs and getting closer to her… Her… “Mmm…” The black mare moaned with a hint of discomfort. Her body was starting to heat up but the uncertainty in her eyes and the way she slightly pulled back from the kisses… it made Vital pause. “Femme, if you don’t want to go through with this…” The stallion said as he started to back off. A concerned look in his eye. The mare looked down at herself. Was she really, REALLY going to go through all this for a good grade? “S-sorry, it’s just…” The mare started, already a frown appearing on Vital’s face. Femme could see the bulge in his pants start to go away… Femme held up a finger to him. She closed her eyes as she prepared herself mentally for what she was about to do… Femme then proceeded to sit up on his desk. Her ass plopping down on a section of the desk that was not taken up by papers. Perhaps if she weren’t standing, she could ease some of her nerves. The stallion continued to look at her with a focused expression… Vital stands up, her eyes look away from his gaze. Too embarrassed to look him in the eye. “I… need some time to get used to this but… I know what I have to do…” She said softly. The stallion leans over to her. She can feel his beard graze upon her face as his mouth is right up to her right ear. “Very good, nena~,” The logical part of her mind was in agony. She really should have stopped but then again, after all the stress this class had caused her… Why couldn’t she get her grades up and relieve some stress in the process? At least, that’s what she kept telling her mind. Because it doesn’t matter how much she tried to deny it, there was a small part of her that found this… Thrilling. Enjoyable, even. But she was not ready to admit that to herself. Vital takes a second to remove his coat. Revealing not only his light blue button-up shirt, but some more of the stallion’s… less than in-shape body to her. She was hardly one to judge. She takes a deep breath in… And releases it as he approaches her. Her blue eyes met his brown ones for just a moment. She could see the delight in him. She felt so vulnerable… but a hint of arousal flushed over her. Her legs closed in together as a heat began to arise. The older stallion puts his hands around her shoulders. His fingers grazed her bra. The mare gave a soft coo as his hands moved behind her back. His fingers moved delicately under her bra. Teasing her with the threat of snapping it, which made the mare wince and shake her head in disapproval. But Vital’s little smirk never left his face. Nor did his hands stop moving all over her back. Feeling and exploring the cheerleader’s soft back. By this point, he was leaning forward so much, she had no choice but to grab his back. Her chest moved closer to his. Her head over his shoulder. She could feel his snout playfully rubbing at her ear. Giving her a little kiss. His hands rubbed into her fur deeply, brushing up softly on her skin… she could tell this stallion was no first-timer. Her body shivered and quaked. Her legs wrapped around his body as she finally started to feel some sense of comfort from him. “You… you can t-t-” The mare stuttered on her words again. Now things are going to really heat up… Vital pulls back carefully. He seemed so calm and collected with the look he gave her. “Take it off?” The mare closed her eyes, took a breath, and finally said, “...yes,” The stallion nodded before he once again leaned in. The mare let a gasp escape her as his hands came into contact with the bra’s hooks. She stayed calm as the stallion unhooked her bra. With the sound of a ‘Click’, her bra was unhooked. The mare felt it come off. The two sides opened up as the stallion moved to take it off. The mare cooperated, opening her arms out, feeling the cups leave her. Tits flop down on her chest. As soon as the bra came off, Femme put her arms over her nipples. Vital took her DD bra and placed it with her other clothes. “Que hermosa~,” He whispered under his breath. “...Yeah…” She remarked softly. She could feel herself blushing. The stallion went back to looming over her. She could feel the bulge in his pants when it brushed up on her leg. He once again was back to her ear. “Mind if I take one more thing off of you~?” The mare looked down at her panties… and inadvertently at Vital’s bulge. Noting that it was quite a good size just from the bulge itself. Already she began to clinch her legs together. Putting a hand between her legs. “I… I guess,” She said with a shrug, trying to say it with as casual a tone she could convey. The stallion, having her approval, worked his way down. First kissing her cheek, moving down to her neck and down her chest. The mare gave in despite her inhibitions and let her tits flop out completely free of all coverings. Vital licked his lips. Moving his head to her left breast, his mouth opened just slightly… She then felt a light lick upon her nipple. Then another and another, and another! The mare’s body involuntarily twitched at his tongue work. His hands groping up her right breast. A firm grip on her jiggly breasts. The licks then turned into soft suckles as a quiet but audible sounds of slurps filled the quiet classroom. There was a tingle running down her spine. Her nethers were really starting to heat up now. Her breaths now having dragged pauses as little moans began to escape her mouth. She was burning up inside and she felt so many things. But just as she was thinking of laying herself down, the stallion stopped. “You liked that~?” Vital asked with a raised eyebrow. The mare scrunched her nose and looked away. “Kinda, maybe, yeah…” The stallion ran his tongue in his mouth, a little chuckle leaving his mouth. “Then I think you are going to adore this~,” The stallion kissed her torso and belly. Moving himself lower and lower… until he was right at her crotch. His hands once again at her hips. Grabbing at her pink panties. She was really hot and bothered by this point. She knew that Vital knew this. That’s why when she felt his hands go into her panties, there was not an ounce of protest. He got a good grip of them and with a gentle tug, down they came. Slipping all the way off of her tennis shoes as her most delicate, sensitive region was exposed. “Wow~ It’s even better in person~,” He whispered with a lick of his lips. “Thanks, I guess…” She replied back. Adjusting herself so that she was now laying on her back. The stallion, who was on his knees, pushed her thighs apart slightly. Her sex was wet with arousal. Her nether regions were burning. Vital clenched her thighs with his hands. But it was when he got his face closer that the mare put a hand on her sex. “Wait… Can you use your hands first? I-I only let people I know really well give me oral, okay?” The stallion nods. “Of course, sorry. Got a little excited there,” He said before standing up. Vital moved a hand to her crotch. His fingers slipped over her clit, making the mare moan out sharply. The feeling was exquisite. His rough fingers rubbing and grinding against her sopping wet entrance. She was getting gradually more hotter and wetter with every press, rub and circling she felt at her most intimate region. And then… Squellllch… “Ahhh~!” She had to force her hand over her mouth to not moan out more loudly. His fingers slipped inside of her. “Yeah… Bet you’re feeling really good, yes nena~?” The stallion whispered out to her. “Y-yes! Yes, I do!” The horny mare whispered. The stallion then paused and suddenly gave one of her stiff nipples a suckle as he plunged his fingers all the way into her. He was moving his hand quickly, completely unphased by her shivers and twitches of pleasures. His thumb was grinding on her clit. And then, he suddenly stopped. Just in time for the mare to catch her breath. “H-huh?” The mare remarked in a confused manner. “Mmm… I’ll make you cum, on one condition,” The stallion said, hand still over her nethers. “What do you want?” She said in a labored voice. “I’ll let you cum if you promise to satisfy me with that cute mouth of yours~,” The stallion whispered in her ear bluntly. “F-fine!” The mare said with a slight hiss. The stallion went back to leaning over her. His hands once again over her lower set of lips. She could feel his firm grip… the way his fingers danced on her spread pinkness. Threatening to push inside her once again. The teasing, brief as it was, felt agonizing but so pleasing all at the same time. Though her mind was in turmoil, her flesh yearned for more of this pleasure. And when three of his fingers sunk deep into her once more. A pleased squeak slipped out of her mouth. Her legs clenched against his arm. Involuntary twitches of her legs as now his last finger entered her. His thumb grinding against her clit. His arm’s thrusts hard, forcing his fingers as deep as they could go. Femme’s head was moving back over the desk. She knocked some tape over, but they were far too lost in their own lust to really care. His finger work was working away at all those thoughts of doubt. In it’s place, the pure carnal desire for release and relief. All that stress, all of her worries… With every worked-up pant, with every drop of sweat down her illustrious curves… With every tremble… “O-oh! Professor V-Vital. I…I think I’m gonna…” She put her hands on her face, shutting her eyes tight, closing her mouth tight as a long, muted moan could be heard from her. Her flower twitched and spasmed as her nectar dripped out. By this point her breathing was intensely laborious. The high of cumming herself washed away any inhibitions or doubts she may have had. Albeit briefly. Her legs, which were still wrapped around her professor’s arms, twitched for a second and her legs splayed out. Finally she was starting to breathe normally again. The high of her orgasm was the most relieving thing she had felt that entire day. That just may have made up for all the trouble she had to go through just to get those grades up. Femme finally opened her eyes. Looking up at the stallion who now pulled his hand away from her coochie. His finger drenched in her ‘nectar’. The stallion took his hand, put it to his mouth, and licked them up. A satisfied ‘mmm’ escaped his mouth. “You liked that, no?” Vital asked in that smug demeanor. “...Yes… That was really good~,” The mare said, now sitting up. Femme then wiped sweat off of the top of her head. It took her a second to fully recollect herself. “Perfecto~,” He whispered as he reached out his hand. She took his hand as she got up. The high of her orgasm finally came crashing down as her legs wobbled for a split second. And with the post-orgasm clarity, now her doubts and insecurities about this came back harder than ever. ‘YOU LITERALLY JUST CAME IN A CLASSROOM WITH YOUR FUCKING PROFESSOR. WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?’ The little voice in her head screeched at her. The mare began to frown as the dread and regret came rushing in hard. A look of uncertainty, a frown upon her face. Vital cleared his throat. “Now then, Nena, how’s about a little bit of fun for me~?” She immediately covered herself with her hands as she once again felt exposed and vulnerable. “I guess I did promise you…” She said before looking away. “So then, are you ready?” He asked eagerly. “I guess so…” She said softly and hesitantly. Femme watched as Vital was beginning to unbuckle his belt. He then unbuttoned his pants and pulled the zipper down. With just a light tug of his boxers and his pants, out flopped his massive, brown horsecock for the mare to gaze upon. She looked at it with hesitant eyes. Maybe you should have listened to me… Now look at what you have to do… Her voice of reason distraughtly remarked. “Wait, wait, wait! ” the mare hissed out, “Just so we’re clear, I don’t want to go all the way…” The stallion shook his head. “No no, Nena. I just was hoping you could… give it a taste? Maybe more~?” “I… would rather not. It’s not you… it’s just… I don’t really enjoy it that much," she confessed to him. Hoping that maybe that would convince him to call it off for to- Vital nodded. “Ya… entonces…” he quietly muttered. “So you don’t do oral at all?” Femme shook her head reservedly. “I mean… I don’t mind doing it with some guys. All that I ask is that you don’t force me to choke it down…” Femme was shocked by her own words. She may have done it at some frat parties or quickies in a car but… never to one of her professors. “Nothing you would not want, nena,” Vital replied back with a pat on Femme’s head. “You can go at your own pace.” And with that, his pants and boxers came all the way down. His throbbing cock and hefty set of nuts now on full display for her. She knew what came next, and it took all her inner strength to not just want to tell him that this was enough and she wanted to stop. Femme, on that note, proceeded to squat down. The curvaceous mare was now at eye level with the older stallion’s shaft. A thick, brown, long shaft that she cupped her hands around. The stallion looked down at her, their eyes locked for a moment as the stallion’s stomach did partially block the look, a soft sigh as she carefully put her hand around the base… Getting a quick feel at those orbs that dangled in the warm air of the classroom. Femme looked at the flared head of the cock… Her soft hand work had at least helped to keep the stallion’s arousal. Femme puts her muzzle right up to the tip. Opening her mouth wide to get past the tip. After a moment of struggle, and with a little help of Vital’s pelvic movement, the horsecock fully enters her mouth. The taste, while not bad, was not one she particularly loved. Not wishing to dwell on the taste, she proceeded to bob back and forth. Putting all her effort into not gagging upon the long shaft of the stallion. Wrapping her tongue around the cock as much as she could. Lapping up at it as she made sure to be careful not to use teeth at all. Femme suddenly felt the stallion grip her mane. She looked up at him. A pleased grunt escaped his mouth as he looked down with those dark brown eyes of his into her sky blue eyes. His fingers messed up her white bow on her head. She did not like where this was going… The mare’s noises of discomfort began to get louder as the stallion tried to force more of his stiff cock deep into her mouth. She felt him try and get into her throat, which made her body want to pull away. The mare forced both her hands on his legs. Making a motion to push off as Vital is forced to withdraw his shaft completely from her warm, wet mouth. She looks up at him quite annoyed… but doesn’t have it in her to tell him off. “C-can you please not do that?” “Sorry, I got carried away…” He whispered. His cock twitched in the warm air. Yeah right… She thought to herself. The mare didn’t say anything. For her, seeing Vital back off a little was too little a consolation. Yet, she knew that if she left him high and dry, that she may completely squander her one chance to get her grades up. She (literally) had to suck it up. Femme spent a good minute just stroking his shaft. Having to use both of her hands to stroke his cock. She could feel it pulsate and throb and flare up with excitement. She then began to lick the cock. She started at the tip, her tongue licking a bit of the leaking pre. The taste was… not one she ever liked but could tolerate in small doses. The tongue moved from the tip of the cock and worked all the way down to the base. Then worked her way all the way back up. These motions cycled back and forth. Vital’s entire shaft was soon wet up by her tongue work. But soon the mare worked her way to his hefty set of orbs that swayed side to side. The mare could not help but to press her snout in. Opening her mouth to lick at the sensitive orbs and suckle upon one of them as he involuntarily shivered at the feeling. “Mmnn~. Uy~ Yeah… doing a good job…” Vital replied back. …I’ve had enough for today. She thought to herself. Her jaw and neck were already getting tired from all the work she was putting in in spite of the pauses she took to catch her breath. Femme then dragged her tongue from the ball, up the base and back up to the tip one last time. She really dragged her tongue across slowly. But once again, the tip was right at the entrance of her mouth. The mare opened her mouth wide so that the flared tip could enter. And with a push of herself… she could feel it throbbing. Eventually, her tongue came into contact with the medial ring of his cock. Almost half of his meat was now in his mouth, just inches away from her throat. A few glrrrgs and gulps, and a cautious mmm… as she reached the limits of how far she was willing to go. For one split moment, she does go over the medial ring, and the cock enters her throat for a split second, causing her to reel back with a slight gag. After a brief second to recollect herself, she went back to bobbing up and down the shaft of the stallion. Feeling his cock twitch with excitement in her mouth as he lips glided up and down the upper half of his horse cock. She moaned into his cock while she lapped up at the underside intensely. They were not moans of pleasure but ones trying to voice out that in fact she didn’t want to be doing this. Gods… He better not make me swallow… Was what her conscience was dreading. And telling by his closed eyes and pleased look on his face, he was really getting into it. “Casi… ya… uy… Keep going like that, Femme,” The stallion lets out as the pace of her bobbing intensified. The slrrrps and ulps. The taste of his pre was… barely tolerable for her. Giving oral was not something she yearned to do by any means. And by this point, with her dignity all but shattered with this professor, there was nothing more on her mind than to go home and forget about all this. Femme could feel his hands on the back of her head. Knowing he was just resting his hands upon her head. His fingers ran through her hair as she could hear the little moans and sounds of satisfaction escaping his lips. In return, he craned her head just right to give him the smoothest passage to as far back as she could go.. She could tell by the way his legs shook and how the smile on his face was widening…. The sweat began to build up on his forehead and chest. Just as sweat built up on her soft, freckled body. The feeling of his hand’s grip getting tighter and tighter. His arms were tensing up. She knew that he was getting really close… “Y-yeah… Ay Santa Celestia…” The stallion huffed out. His breaths became almost labored as hers as sweat dripped down his dad-bod. Little movements from his pelvis that thankfully were not so overboard as to fuck her throat. Was that him giving her a warning? It was hard to tell. Maybe now was a good time to- “Nnnnfff!” Femme gave a shocked look as she felt the cock shoot its first shot into her mouth. Pulling her by surprise as she hoped he would have properly warned her. She pulled off his cock instantly as it was in the middle of his orgasm. She saw the flared head shooting load after warm load all over her mouth, cheeks, dripping down her neck. The older brown stallion sighed out as the last few bursts painted her chest in his seed. While she certainly was irritated at the fact she had to swallow some of the first burst, she was happy that this whole ordeal seemed to be over and now, it was time to wash up. Vital took a step back. A big sigh of relief came out of him as he seemed to quite enjoy the sight of the messy mare. “Yeah… definitely worth it… That’s what I’ve been needing…” He quietly commented before reaching over for some tissues. He then handed them over to the mare. Femme wasted not a second’s time to grab those tissues. Using it first on her face, then down her wide body. Having to grab multiple ones to get the cum that really got wedged in between her breasts and on her lower torso. Making sure to avoid her belly button as she needed even more tissues than she thought to get the cum off the fur around her crotch region. Each one she used, she threw away as soon as it was done being useful… “Um, so we’re done here right? You’re gonna fix my grades, yeah?” Femme asked dejectedly as she wiped off the last of his cum that spilled down her tummy. Throwing the last used tissue away. The stallion’s cock recedes back into his sheath. He proceeds to button up his shirt and pull up his pants. “But of course, nena. But I will need some time.” Femme, with her thighs burning from having been in that position for so long, finally stood up and immediately went to grab her clothes from the wooden floor. “Alright. Remember that I kept my part of the deal,” The mare said with a grimace. Pulling up her panties and putting on her bra. Getting herself dressed as quickly as possible as all she wanted to do was leave with her grades in a much better place than when she got there. “Of course. So about that… I will keep my end of the deal… I can definitely change one of your grades for today…” With that the stallion, having pulled up his pants and buckled his belt, first put some hand sanitizer on his hands before typing on the class computer. It didn’t take Vital long to get into the gradebook. Seeing Femme’s dismal grade. Vital, having it open, gives Femme some reassurance that it will be changed in the near future. “I will make the necessary changes to your grade. All in due time, Femme,” He said just as she was pulling her skirt up. Pausing to presumably admire her wide figure. Femme, now almost completely dressed, gave a nod. She took a deep breath, trying to forget the taste of his seed that was still on her tongue. She was definitely going to brush her teeth when she got home. “Muy bien, nena. Very good. You already have my email, if you look, you can find my cell number. I will definitely want to… meet again soon, okay~?” Vital said as he watched Femme put on her shirt. The mare was now fully clothed. “Only if you’re paying from now on… So am I free to go now?” The mare asked with a raised eyebrow and a disinterested tone. Ideally, she never wanted to go through with that again, but she knew that she was going to have to keep seeing him for at least a few more weeks and now was not a good time to truly let him know how she felt about all this. “Yes. Thanks for… staying late. Chau!” The stallion remarked with his usually chipper teaching voice. Just like that, the teacher-student facade was back up. Femme grabbed her backpack and purse and made her way out…. What did she just get herself into?