> Lead. Care. Inspire.
>  by Isseus
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> Cheerilee's Fall
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Disclaimer: 

This story contains foalcon. If it's not your cup of tea, turn around and go read something else. Also if you find that the following things don't agree with you:
-Cheerilee
-BDSM
-80's music
-Twilight Sparkle
-Muffins
You might want to reconsider your choice of literature for tonight. If you want to talk about the content of this story, feel free to do so, but I recommend you to read my blog post  first before grabbing your proverbial torches and pitchforks.





Classrooms always smell the same. It's a combination of chalk, wood chippings, cheap shampoo, dirt, sweat and nervous discharges. It is a place where foals are brought when they are too old to stay at home with, and too young to work. And somepony has to watch them, and maybe even get them to learn something in the process. It takes a certain type of pony to do that job; patient, understanding, able to work long hours and weekends, and most importantly, able to appear cheery when you felt hollow and cold inside. 

Under her waxen grin, Cheerilee hated this day. It was just like the day before, and every day before that as long as she could remember. The summer was over, and the long winter was ahead of her. The classroom was filled with likewise depressed fillies and colts, fresh from their summer vacation. 

Summer vacation? That's the greatest joke about this work. Everypony always thinks teachers have it so good because they get a long summer vacation. Except the same ponies always forget that I have all the paperwork of new students starting school and old the ones leaving. And then there is planning the next semester, ordering books, negotiating with the Mayor about repairs and maintenance for the schoolbuilding... The fact is, I barely have time to enjoy yourself, even during the hot summer days when the sky is without a cloud and all the normal ponies are having fun at the beach. 

It's been so long since I even saw a beach, let alone had the time to lie in the sand... feel the salty breeze of the ocean... have a gorgeous muscular stallion curry my glistening wet coat while I sip my mojito... maybe later I'd go dancing with that same stallion, we'd swirl around the nightclub, muzzle to muzzle, moving closer and closer, his hot breath whispering in my ears words of passion and promises of the night to come... as we walk to his hotel room I'm barely able to keep my hooves to myself on the way... then we open up a bottle of sparkly cider on the bed as his strong hoof slowly starts rubbing my belly and his lips are moving closer to—

"Miss Cheerilee!"

"WHAT!" shouted the purple mare angrily, interrupted from her musings by... a small green-haired filly, giving her a look of terror that is mirrored by the rest of the class, "...do you need, my little pony?" 

SMILE! SMILE! SMILE!

"Umm... C-c-could I ha-have a new p-pencil? This one's so short I can't write with it!" the filly managed to stammer out while she tried to hide behind her desk from the teacher's certain wrath from her misdemeanor.

"Of course you could. But how did you manage to get it so short? We've barely begun the semester."

"Sorry Miss Cheerilee, but I kinda wanted it to be sharp all the time so my writing wouldn't look so messy. Cos you said a sharp pencil helps when writing and I wanted to write the best essay I can and I kept sharpening it and—" Tears had started forming in her eyes, in case she needed to plead her case in a more dramatic display of innocence.

The teacher returned from the stationary cupboard and dropped the pen on the filly's table. 

"Here you go. Now this pencil has to last you longer. We have only a limited supply of them after all. Now please return to writing your essay. I want to hear ALL about how wonderful your summer was and ALL the FUN things you did with your friends." Cheerilee managed to sound almost sincere, enough to fool the foals at least. She even added a swing of her forehoof to accentuate her enthusiasm.

"Yes Miss!" The foal returned to her important task of finishing at least one hundred words before the bell tolled the end of the lesson. Cheerilee walked back to her desk, that was standing in front of the blackboard with the blocky letters declaring that today's topic was, indeed, "WHAT I DID THIS SUMMER". She sat down with a barely audible sigh escaping her lips. The only sounds in the room were the careful scratches of pencils on paper.This was a rare treat, the two dozen kids with their heads bent down to their tasks, working quietly.

Like they're all bowing down to me. If only I could get some nice stallion to bow down like that, to kiss my hooves, to grovel in front of me and promise to fulfill all my desires. ARGH! She gave a quick shake of her head to clear her thoughts. Stop acting like a schoolfilly in her first heat. It's not like it has been THAT long since you were with a stallion... only something like... Her mental calculations ended with her lower jaw landing on the table with a small thud. 

I need to get laid. 





The foals were playing in the yard, having just finished their lunches. The cerise teacher leaned on the windowsill of the Teacher's Lounge with a cup of coffee next to her. The Lounge was one of the jokes in the school, except only one pony had heard it, and even she didn't find it amusing. The cramped room had a full-body mirror, an old radio, a worn couch next to a small table , a small shower stall that was functioning as a storage for text books and two collapsible chairs for when she needed to have a parent-teacher conference somewhere other than the classroom. Or entertain an official of some sort, be it the Mayor coming to check where all the bits were going, or someone from the Board of Education, telling her how worried he was about the grades from school and what Cheerilee intended to do about it. None of those things mattered, because the room also held the saviour of teachers all across Equestria, a coffee machine. 

The teacher took a short sip of the still steaming hot coffee and cringed as she felt its sour taste assaulting her tastebuds. She always took her coffee black, not bothering to get fresh milk for it every week or so. Even sugar felt like an unneeded extra, like admitting a weakness. It made the taste more bearable, and Cheerilee would have nothing of the sort. The burning awful taste that made her tongue hurt and go numb was one of the only real things in the sugarcoated school environment, and it was like a lifeline to her. When your social contacts consist of foals less than half your age, and very rarely, the few parents that bothered to check upon their precious foal's education and grades —usually complaining to her how she was not doing her job or understanding the special needs of the [insert lazy delinquent's name here]. So kids and adults with families. What an enviable network she had for her high-flying socialite lifestyle.

Well there was Twilight, but half the time the librarian was too immersed in her studies for Princess Celestia, and the rest of the time she was busy saving the world, usually from herself. The few evenings they'd had together were precious to the teacher, because she had someone to talk to about things other than foals and school. Although they didn't talk about stallions or anything of the sort. The cerise pony was almost certain that the bookworm was even less in the game than she was, and didn't want to ruin their friendship by opening that can of worms. Twilight had been nice enough to help her find lots of romantic novels from the library, which she'd read every night, inserting herself in the part of the damsel in distress that is saved from her troubled life or oppressive parents by a dashing rogue or a chivalrous young noble. But stallions like that didn't exist in the real world. 

That left... who exactly? She pushed her tongue out in revulsion, more from the thought of a certain student and her troublesome friends than the awful beverage she was imbibing. It was all thanks to Apple Bloom and her friends that there was no way for her to talk to Big Macintosh ever again. Their horrid experiment with the love poison had ruined any possibility of a relationship between the two of them.  Now whenever she even saw the broad-shouldered stallion he blushed and ran away before she could even get a word out. They'd agreed to stay friends, but even that seemed like a convenient lie they told each other to avoid any more hurt feelings. He was a nice guy. He'd been a nice pony to talk to about nothing really, just to have him say "Eeyup" to her worries. She knew the stallion always listened, even though he was a pony of very few words. The quiet and down-to-earth kind of pony she'd always been drawn to. There was something about a stallion who made his living from the earth, working from dawn till dusk to make a living...

His broad shoulders and his strong back glistening from the day's hard work. His messy tousle of a mane glued to his neck from the perspiration. And he'd never complain about any task —He'd dragged a whole house to get to me when we were under the effects of the poison! What could I, a mere weak mare do against him If he were to just pick me up on that sleek muscular back of his like a little filly while I hammer futilely on his tasty flanks. And then he'd carry me into a barn and throw me on a pile of hay, not being too rough, but not too gentle either. As I lay there on my back, helpless and cowering before the gigantic stallion, I'd see Little Mac, although it could only be considered "little" compared to the huge beast of muscle and testosterone standing above me. His eyes would gleam from unsated lust in the darkness of the barn as he'd slowly bend down to ravage me, his gigantic member fully erect. At first I'd struggle, but then surrender, because I want him so badly, my desperate need for sex overcoming my other senses as I start spreading my—

"Miss Cheerilee?" a small voice woke the teacher from her daydream with a start, making her knock her half-finished cup of coffee on her hoof. She suppressed the urge to hit something fragile and bit her lip not to shout out from the pain. Instead she turned around with a waxen grin on her face to see the source of her latest interruption. It appeared to be the trio of ponies she wanted to see the least right at that moment. Crusaders or something along those lines they called themselves. The names she called them in her mind were a lot worse, the trio causing more trouble for her than the rest of the class combined. 

They're not that bad, they're just rambunctious kids that have a little too much energy. Who poisoned me, ruined my reputation on several occasions— SMILE! Maybe this is NOT one of the days I regret waking up after all. Though I doubt it...

"Umm... sorry to bother you during the break Miss Cheerilee." The one speaking was Sweetie Belle, probably the most manageable of the three. 

At least she didn't usually come to the classroom with her scooter, or show up at school with weird diseases that caused widespread panic around town... SMILE! YOU CAN DO IT!.

"Oh it's not a bother. But shouldn't you be outside playing with your friends?" Or planning the next way you are going to make my life more miserable. "The next lesson is starting soon and you need LOTS of fresh air to keep you energetic and attentive during class!" 

Or why don't I just hang you up from the ceiling beams from your legs along with your friends and just let you simmer for a while. Maybe if I some day brought a riding crop to class. Or maybe a whip... The thought of throttling and beating up her precious students wasn't unfamiliar to the teacher, or quite possibly to any teacher in existence. Why did they remove corporal punishment from schools? They used to even have stocks in schools, specifically designed for smaller hooves. And there was none of this pampering and—

"We will! But we kinda found something." The unicorn filly ribbed her orange pegasus friend, who spat out a small object she'd been holding in her mouth. Cheerilee had to shake her head again to get the mental image of Scootaloo tied up in stocks while her teacher slowly sawed his precious scooter in half in front of her. At least the thought made it easier to smile to the fillies. 

"A cassette? Where did you find this?"

"It was just lying on the ground outside, near the steps. You told us that we shouldn't bring anything like this to school so we thought we'd better give it to you."

"Well done girls! You really have sharp eyes to find something like this on the ground." 

A Forbidden Item! In my school! I'm going to get medieval on these little bi... darlings. I've been looking for an excuse. 

"Sharp eyes?" It was Scootaloo's turn to speak. "How could we miss something like that? It's— Ouch! Why'd you hafta hi—" 

Yes please. Why don't you hit her harder next time? I'll give you a bit for every bruise. 

"Well, we're just gonna go play outside, right girls?" interrupted Apple Bloom, pushing the two other fillies outside with her forehooves.

"Girls?" the teacher called after them.

"Uhm... yes Miss Cheerilee?" The three fillies couldn't have looked more guilty even if they wore black masks over their eyes and had a sack over their shoulders with a crowbar sticking out of it.

"Is there something you'd like to tell me? This doesn't involve one of your haphazard plans again, now does it?"

"Oh no, Miss Cheerilee!" they said in practiced unison. If one were to look at the trio, the light shining through the small window would surely play a trick on the onlooker and make it look like the fillies had tiny angelic halos above their heads. For the teacher, the shadows merely formed evil runes on their faces, just under their horns.

"And I'm sure Scoots doesn't even know what hapza... harpsa... that thing you said means!" added Sweetie Belle.

"Neither do you, Miss Dictionary," grumbled the pegasus.

"Now now girls. We only have a few minutes of break left. Why don't you..." the teacher started, but noticed that she was talking to a rapidly closing door instead of three fillies. She sat on the sofa and gently placed one of her forehooves on her face. Outside in the corridor, a shrill shout of "CUTIE MARK CRUSADER UNDERCOVER INFORMANTS YAY!" could be heard.

Cheerilee added the other forehoof to her throbbing temples.

"One day. One. Day," she slowly said to herself. The teacher spent the few remaining minutes of her short break mourning for her coffee as she cleaned it from the floor, and inventing new ingenious methods of torture, just for three very special students.





The day was almost over and the teacher was going over the homework assignments. 

"Remember to read the WHOLE text! It continues on the next page. You won't learn everything you need to know about bees and how honey is made otherwise!" She had to fight the rustle of books being hastily shoved into saddlebags and anxious foals already getting up to dash outside.

"And there is one other thing. Please sit down, class," Cheerilee added, to the chorus of moans and grumbles. After all the colts and fillies had returned to their seats, she continued: "As you all know, we have certain rules at the school. One of them is that you are not supposed to bring anything to school that is not necessary for schoolwork. That means no candy, no comics, no toys..." She picked the offending item from the drawer of her desk and held it up dramatically. "...or music, in this case, cassettes." The class was now reaching forward, trying to see the criminal evidence with their own eyes. "This was found on the steps of the school on the last break by our hawk-eyed friends Apple Bloom, Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo." The trio of fillies beamed at the praise they were getting. "Now, I'd like the pony who brought this cassette to school to please raise their hoof." She waited for a few moments to see if anypony would own up to the hideous crime. When the confession didn't seem to be coming, she turned to page fifteen of the Equisition Torture Manual. "Now, we will all sit here after school until somepony owns up." This was met with several more groans and murmurs.

"But... but Miss Cheerilee? Do we hafta stay too? We brought the cassette to you, so shouldn't we be, youknow, automatically innocent?" quipped Sweetie Belle.

"Yes you did a good job bringing it to me, and that is why we are sitting here now to find the culprit." There were several murderous glares pointed at the three fillies. "It wouldn't be fair to the rest of the class if you could leave before the others, now would it?" 

Be sure to thank them after school. I think there's a nice puddle just outside.

"N-no. I guess not," managed the white unicorn with a nervous laughter while trying to slide as low on her seat as possible to escape the looks she was getting. 

"Now I'm in no hurry to leave today, so we can be here ALL AFTERNOON." 

It's not like I have a life or anything like that to hurry to. 

"And we wouldn't have to be here if somepony had gone by the rules," said the cerise teacher matter-of-factly, before continuing: "So, would somepony want to tell me something?" Cheerilee sat down and started looking around the classroom. Almost all the foals tried to look away from her, in case she decided to call them out for their misdemeanor on random. 

I know you're all guilty of something, so having to stay after school serves you right anyway. And you made me spill my coffee. I think I burned my hoof too. And I'm getting a headache. This day just couldn't get any worse. Now suffer before your Mistress. Mwahahaa! Suffeeer!

Around her the quiet whispers of the lynch mob started. First they were aimed at the three Crusaders, thanking them for their very special after-school stay. Then they started looking for the real culprit while assuring everypony else that they most certainly weren't to blame. Some talked on how they were in a hurry, that their parents were there to pick them up, that they were going to be late from hobbies, adding more pressure for someone to confess. All the time they grew louder, until they couldn't be called whispers any more. Cheerilee listened to the voices, knowing full well that it was part of the magic of peer pressure. She gave the class about ten minutes tops before someone would break.

At eight minutes, a pale-faced colt lifted his hoof up.

"Shady Daze. Is there something you would like to tell the class?"

"Umm... It was kinda... me. It's mine. The tape that is. I'm sorry."

"Thank you. Class, you can go now. We're going to have a small chat with young mister Daze here." 

The foals gave a collective sigh and trotted out of the classroom. The oppressive air made them walk quietly, as if they were still in danger of some divine retribution from their teacher. After a while, only the teacher and the nervously grinning grayish-blue colt were left in the room.

"I don't think we've ever had trouble with you before, Shady." 

I really liked you. You even pushed that snot-nosed brat of a Tiara to an ink puddle downstairs. I was going to buy you an ice cream one of these days. 

"I'm sorry Miss Cheerilee."

"You're usually such a nice student. You're quiet, your grades are above average... Why would you do something like this when you know it's not allowed?"

"I'm... sorry."

Ahh. The silent penitent. Should I really start pushing the issue? He looks to be kinda shaken already, and his friends will no doubt give him some trouble tomorrow. And he's usually such a nice kid too... Do I have any exams to grade? I don't think so...

"Well, I'm very disappointed with you, Shady Daze. Make sure you won't do anything like again. I'm not going to give you detention for this, but I won't be as nice the next time. I will have to give you a note for your parents to sign about this, though.

Mostly because I can't be bothered to sit here quietly for an hour without nothing to do. Detentions are probably the most boring things I've ever gotten stuck with doing. I can't even make the foals do embarrassing tasks any more. They tell me it's 'inequine' and 'creates an oppressive environment that is counterproductive to learning.' Not even corner time or making them have the detention standing up.

Cheerilee took the top page of her notebook and scribbled down: 

Misdemeanor in school: Contraband item. Confiscated. 
Please sign and send back with student. 
Signed, Mistress Cheerilee, Queen and Sovereign of Schooland. 

P.S. Administer proper punishment in the form of physical pain, lots of.

She had to write another paper that had the proper frills to send for parents. 

"Now go run on home and I'll see you bright and early tomorrow."

The colt moved for the door, but stopped at the door.

"Was there something else, Shady?"

"Uhm... I... was kinda... Couldn't I get the tape back?"

"I don't think that'll be possible. Everything like that has to be confiscated to the school. You can get it back at the end of the semester, or maybe Hearth's Warming holidays if you behave."

It's not extortion if they act better because of it. I'm sure it's written down somewhere. 

"Could you... maybe make an exception? I mean... I really gotta get the tape back."

"Oh? Would you like to tell me more about the cassette?"

"No... I mean... It's nothing special... I was just... Please?"

"End of the semester, Shady. Now off you go."

The colt's ears flattened along his head and it looked like he was going to say something more, but decided against it and ran off. 

There's something more to this, isn't there? I just wish I knew what. But I'll be darned if I'm gonna do anything about it. Big Bad Teacher is very, very hungry. Must feed. Growl.





Cheerilee slouched on the couch after the grueling day of work. She'd just finished her small bag of leftovers from lunch and was looking at the ceiling with half-closed eyes. The radio was playing some talk-show about something to do with taxes. Two tired male voices drifted down onto her with words like 'refund' 'policy' 'social benefits' and for some reason 'pudding'. Her lazy eyes moved gently to the window on the opposite wall. It was still hot outside, hotter than usual for this time of the year. Once again she wished she had one of those spinning things to put on the ceiling to cool the air. The mayor hadn't approved the idea. Cheerilee brushed her gently striped mane out from her eyes, and her mouth turned into a wince. Her forehoof still hurt from the coffee earlier, and upon closer examination she found that her skin was hot and redder than usual. Apparently she needed to put something on it when she got home. As she let her hoof flop down, her eyes fell on the mysterious cassette on the table that she'd taken from Shady. 

Probably some of that PON-3 dubtrot crap all the kids are listening right now. They wouldn't know good music if it hit them in the ass. Not like when I was younger...  Her eyes shot open. Am I already thinking like that? Isn't that a definite sign that I'm getting old? She got off the couch, her drowsiness having dissipated into a small personal house of horrors ride, aptly named: "My life." 

What the hay happened? I was a cool kid, all the colts were after me. Not like I didn't let them catch me, either. I loved to go to concerts, to hang out, to get drunk on clover, salt and tequila. When did I turn to an... old maid? She darted for the mirror standing in the corner. No wrinkles yet, smooth mane, coat is glistening thanks to those vitamins I take. Horseapples I remember when I didn't have to take anything like that. I could go without sleep for two days and still look as fresh as if I'd just woken up. But I don't look OLD. Actually I think I look even better than as a teenager. 

She turned around in front of the mirror. My flanks have gotten a bit fuller, not bigger. My legs are still smooth. And there's the cutie mark that all my friends always teased me about when we were smoking clover. Smiling flowers, yeah right. Nice cutie mark to have as a teenager. But I look absolutely fine, and sexy. She gave a little shake of her rump for the mirror. Then why is it that no stallions ever look at me? Am I that repulsive? Why can't I see it for myself? Do I look older? Am I just too used to looking at my tired eyes and fake smiles that I've forgotten what it feels like to be young? 

That's a load of horseapples if anything! I'm still young! I'll show them.

She went to the table and picked up the tape and slammed it into the cassette slot of the old radio. Who even used cassettes any more? Lucky the school hasn't upgraded their hardware in years. So let's hear it. Let's rock to the new hip music that all the cool kids listen to. Let's BOOGIE! 

She pushed play, and luckily she'd gotten the cassette in the right side up and didn't have to turn it around. She took a few steps back and pushed her mane behind her ears, ready to dance to whatever horror would gush out the speakers. But when the first notes started, her mouth flopped open. 

This... this is... I know this song. 

"I come home in the morning light. My mother says when you gonna live your life right?" Cyndi Galloper sings in her childish high voice. 

Without even noticing, Cheerilee had started moving her hooves across the floor and her head bobbed from side to side to the obvious drum machine and the cheap electric sounds of her youth. When the chorus hit her, she was already singing along, doing a little pirouette in the process.

"Fillies just wanna have fuuun!" 

This is the music I used to party to. Shady Daze likes to listen to music like this? Does this mean I'm not as old as I thought? I think I like him even more now. Maybe I need to give him a better grade or something. 

Her thoughts were shattered as the song ended and the next one began. This one was even more familiar to her, from the singers to the fake weather sounds. The teacher was barely a grown-up now as she spun around in the cramped room and sang along the Weather Fillies performing the only song she's ever heard from them. She turned the volume up until it started breaking in the ages-old speakers. The lyrics sprung to her mind like she'd listened to the song just yesterday and she sang along with them, even louder than before. 

"It's raining stallions, OH CELESTIA It's raining stallions! I'm gonna go out and I'm gonna get absolutely soaking wet!"

I still remember my friends teasing me when I didn't understand the joke about getting wet in the song. Guess growing up has it's perks too, right? She turned around and started shaking her rump to the mirror, seeing her tail dance from side to side as her flanks started doing large figure-eights to the music. Cheerilee looked at herself in the mirror, feeling hot and sweaty. 

No kid today knows how to shake their booty. Heck, they don't even HAVE a booty like me. 

She gave her rump a slap in front of the mirror and bent lower, watching herself over a shoulder. Her tail was swishing around like a propeller, and a small trickle of liquid started running down her legs. 

It's been so long since I even felt like doing stuff like this. 

The tape went quiet for a while, and when the familiar syntesised melody arrived to her ears, she was taken down a spiraling path down Memory Lane. 

It just had to be this song. I can still remember how gorgeous I thought Van Halter looked on stage, and my boyfriend kept rubbing my flanks all the while and telling me how hot I looked in my perm and the new pleather jacket with the giant shoulder pads. And then on the way home we started kissing and he asked if I wanted to and I said yes before he could even finish. And I remember myself ending on top and riding his hard shaft as he kept grinding his hips up to mine. And the colt told me afterwards he'd been sitting on a briar bush the whole time we made love. 

Cheerilee's hoof had found it's way between her legs and she started rubbing against her wet slit, still shaking her hindquarters in the air. The next song was Let's Get Crazy from who cares what artist, and she obliged. She lifted one of her hindhooves on the back of the couch and started rubbing more intently on her stretched wetness, imagining a massive stallion about to insert himself deep into her pink paradise. And then everything happened at the same time, her hoof hitting her in just the right spot, the song blaring on full, her hips starting to gyrate and shudder as she was about to hit her first orgasm in Celestia knows how long, and the small colt falling on his face from his hiding place behind the closed door.

They ended up lying only inches apart on the floor, the blushing teacher about to climax, riding the waves of pleasure between her legs, and the pale gray colt with a black mane pointing backwards on his head like he'd been going at one hundred miles an hour just a moment before. Through her blurred vision the mare thought the pony in front of her was Shady from earlier, but then she noticed the wings jutting wide apart on his back. 

"RUMBLE?!" she shouted, and they both bolted up in panic. Cheerilee slammed the radio shut and turned to look at the colt, who was already out the door. It didn't take her too long to catch the struggling colt's tail between her teeth and carry her back to the Lounge. The smells of old coffee and aroused mare slammed into her nose, and her panic only deepened as the colt shouted at the top of his voice:

"Please, Miss Cheerilee! I'm sorry! I didn't mean to! Honest!"

CRAP CRAP CRAP CRAP I just got caught hoofing myself in front of a student. I'm SO going to get fired for this. If I'm lucky! They're going to arrest me for foal molesting. She just dropped the colt on the floor and kicked the door shut.

"What did you see?!" she shouted at the colt. 

Rumble only cowered down on his stomach, trying to find a hiding place in the middle of the floor. Only a small whimper escaped the horrified foals lips. 

"WHAT! DID! YOU! SEE?!"

"E-everything."

Cheerilee's hooves started giving in under her and she had to sit down on the couch. Tears were welling in her eyes and she couldn't hold them inside any more. With a large sob she covered her eyes and crumpled forward, shaking in horror, trying to shut everything outside away, to pretend that if she hid long enough, the things around would never have happened. 

She didn't know how long she'd been crying, but a familiar song playing from the radio shook her up from her catatonia. It had been one of her favorites when she was young. A tender song by Phil Coltins. Cheerilee felt something brush against her leg, and through tear-blurred eyes she saw the pale gray colt gently muzzling her side.

"Ru... Rumble? What are you doing?"

"I'm so sorry Miss Cheerilee. It wasn't supposed to be like this."

"What are you talking about?"

"I... I made that tape for you. And I'm sorry I made you cry. I really didn't mean to."

"You made the tape? But... wasn't it Shady's?"

"N-no. I made it. For you. I was gonna give it to you today after school but I lost it. And then when you got all angry I... I chickened out and asked Shady to get the tape back and he said he'd do it if I gave him five bits and... Then you didn't give the tape back to him and... I was going to sneak in here and try to... steal it back. Cos... cos you'd know it was from me."

"I... I don't understand. I mean... it's very sweet of you but... how could I—"

On the radio, the last song slowly faded out. It was replaced by a voice. A shy, trembling voice that belonged to the colt sitting on the floor next to her.

"Uhm... Shady is this thing on? You sure? Okay. Here goes. And stop grinning!" There was some silent snickering and the sound of a microphone being dropped.

"T-t-that wasn't supposed to be on the tape... I messed that up too... " said the colt on the floor, his shoulder sagging. Before Cheerilee could answer, the voice on the tape returned.

"So. Yeah. Here goes. Miss Cheerilee, it's me, Rumble. Umm... Hi. I kinda made this tape for you cos I thought you'd like it and my brother's kinda the same age as you and we've always listened to them and I really like them and..." 

There was some muffled speech, like somepony was holding his hoof poorly on the microphone. A distant sound said: "Yeah yeah I'm getting to that, okay!" and again, in a normal un-muffled voice, Rumble said: 

"So... I kinda have a crush on you. I think you're the prettiest and... hottest mare in Ponyville and you're always so kind. And even when we do something bad and you get angry, I feel kinda safe at the same time cos I know you care for us. And I know I'm just a kid but I wanted to tell you how I feel cos you always say we should talk about how we feel. So that's it. I'm gonna give you this tape tomorrow after school. And uh... Bye." There was a small snap as the tape reached its end.

Both the teacher and student sat in silence in the musty old lounge. They were looking each other in the eyes. The small colt had a hopeful smile on his face, and the teacher had a glazed-over look in her eyes, but her lips had turned into a warm smile.

"That... that is the sweetest things anypony has ever done for me. Or said," Cheerilee said. Her head was still abuzz about everything that had happened. First the tape, then a confession of love from one of her students. And she was alone with that student, right now. She leaned forward and lifted the colt up to her lap and hugged her tightly, and the colt responded in kind.

"So... you like me too, Miss Cheerilee?"

"I... of course I do. You're one of my students and I like you all very much." 

They really do like me? I'm not just a necessary evil to them? And... he's in love with me? What the hay is happening here?!

"But I was talking about... the other kind of like. Like the kinda like that's between mares and stallions kinda like."

"I... It doesn't work like that, Rumble. You have to understand that I'm your teacher and I really can't—" She was interrupted as a pair of juvenile lips pressed against her own. Her first reflex was to push the colt away, but her hooves were paralyzed. His kissing was greedy and desperate and awkward. It was exactly how she'd been feeling for so long. Nopony to love or cherish, only subsisting from day to day. 

What if it's wrong? I need this. We both do.

As Rumble started pulling away, his mouth starting to form an apology, he was in turn silenced by Cheerilee's kiss. She felt the small mouth pressed against her own, the tiny teeth under her tongue, the tiny, nervously flickering tongue of the colt. She gave it all she had, not able to hold herself back anymore. The mare closed her eyes and enjoyed the feeling. It was so wrong, but she didn't care anymore. As ridiculous and cheesy as it felt, the little colt had touched her heart in a way no stallion had ever done, and she knew Rumble had been very honest about his feelings, and she wanted to do the same. As their lips parted, the colt blinked his eyes rapidly and gasped for air.

"W-wow. Miss Cheerilee... Wow."

"So how does it feel like to kiss a grown-up mare?" 

"W-wow. It was... just... Wow."

Cheerilee petted the colt sitting on her lap. "You're quite the kisser yourself."

"I am? I... I mean I haven't... that is... "

"Was that maybe your first kiss, Rumble?"

"Y-yeah." The colt looked away in shame.

"Seems you saved it for somepony you really liked. And I'm happy it was me."

The colt was blushing fiercely, but managed to stutter out: "Again? Could we?"

The cerise mare turned the colt on his back on the couch and leaned in to kiss the colt, taking her time. It lasted several minutes, both of them exploring and enjoying the feeling. For Cheerilee it brought back so many good memories of what she'd done younger. She hadn't been much older than Rumble when she'd lost her first kiss on a dare, and she'd regretted it for a long time. The colt squirmed underneath her, but not from trying to escape. His hooves were twitching and turning from excitement, and he was visibly shaking.

Some thoughts of how evil she was being started churning in the teacher's head, but she pushed them aside. She needed this so bad right now. It didn't matter who said those words, as long as she had somepony to hold close. It didn't matter what would happen tomorrow. She would leave Ponyville, maybe change her name and try to find someplace else to work. Or travel somewhere. The world was full of possibilities. 

It was like a giant dam had burst inside her, and she didn't want it to ever be whole again. She was kissing a colt, passionately, very sexually. She was molesting a foal. She was a pedo-filly. And it didn't matter. And when you know the worst has already happened and you're on your way to Tarterus, you might as well go all the way. 

Cheerilee leaned back for the first time and looked the colt over. He was breathing hard and resting his head on the side from their exchange of oral fluids. The mare found his blushing to be cute, but also arousing. She gently stroked Rumble's sides and stomach, and touched something hard between his legs. 

"My my my. Seems you're getting very excited about something, my little pony. What could it be?"

The young foal quickly crossed his hindhooves, and brought his forehooves together to cover his colthood. 

"S-sorry... I couldn't help it. I... I really didn't mean to!" He was clearly on the verge of tears.

"I'm happy to see you're growing into a real stallion, Rumble. It's nothing to be ashamed of." She gently stroked the cheeks and chest of the colt, trying to calm him down. "Would you like to show it to me?"

"I... but... " 

"Don't worry. I won't laugh or anything like that. I'd be honored."

The gray colt slowly removed his shaking hooves from between his legs, From underneath them a cute sight greeted Cheerilee. The colt's member wasn't very big, but that was to be expected. What she really found endearing was that the shaft was a deep pink in colour, and throbbing along with his excited heartbeat. His foreskin hadn't stretched out fully yet, and the tip of his tool was greeting the teacher from a tight hiding place of light pink skin. 

"It looks nice, Rumble. You don't have to be ashamed of it."

"But... don't you think it's... puny?"

"Aren't you a bit too young to think about size? Well... I guess colts never are." She said the last bit more to herself than to the colt, but continued looking directly into his eyes to make sure Rumble knew she was speaking the truth. 

"I think it's the perfect size for you, and it'll grow along with you. You'll be quite the catch when you grow up." Her forehoof was doing a slow circle around the member, not touching it yet. 

"Has it been getting hard for long now?"

"Only since summer. I mean... one day I woke up and it was like this and you taught about what happens when a colt grows up but I got really worried and ran to my brother and... well... he kinda told me a lot more."

Cheerilee thought about Rumble's brother. The dark gray stallion had quite the reputation around town, and it wasn't exclusively about his knack with flying either. Even the teacher had heard of his exploits with the opposite sex, and probably  like every other mare in town, had sometimes allowed herself a daydream about the sleek flanks and roguish smile. And the colt lying helpless in front of her would likely grow up to be like him one day. 

"Rumble, can I touch it?"

The colt didn't answer at first, but after a moment he bit his lower lip and nodded. 

The grown-up mare leaned forward and rubbed her forehoof against Rumble's stiff member. Her first touch made the colt jump and retreat a bit, but he calmed down soon enough and allowed his teacher to continue. After a few more strokes, the gray pegasus was making nervous sounds that lie somewhere between fear and arousal.

"Have you ever touched yourself when you're all hard like this?"

"Yeah... but... you're the first one to... you know."

"Shhh. Like I said, it's okay." She leaned forward even more, and easily slipped the shaft into her mouth. She gave it a small suck, making her cheeks hollow out, and moved her head up and down a few times, making the colt whimper. She pulled back again, allowing Rumble's saliva-covered colthood to slip out from her mouth.

"Please... that felt so good. Could you maybe... do it again? Please?"

"Hmm... I don't know." The teacher's voice was teasing on purpose. She wasn't going to ruin her life for such a quick satisfaction. She wanted to draw this out. 

"Please! I'll do... anything!" the colt almost shouted, making his teacher look out the window with a worried expression. She walked to the yellow curtains that were covered with fat, pink hearts, and drew them shut. 

"I'll think about it. But first... I think we need to talk about something else."

"Huh?"

"I think we should talk about how you've behaved today, young mister."

"B-but... huh?" the colt's confused expression was the polar opposite of the grin that was spreading on the mare's face.

"Lying, bribing your friend to take the blame for something you did, peeping, even planning to steal from someone. You've got a lot to answer for." She sat back down next to the colt who had by now gotten up from his prone position and was looking at her with a mix of fear and confusion. "As your teacher, I think you need to be punished before we do anything more."

"P-p-punished? How? But I thought you liked me and stuff..."

"Shhh." Cheerilee pressed her hoof gently on the colt's lips that she had so recently been kissing with desperate passion. 

"You told me that even when you do something wrong, you know you're safe with me, right? And I promise that there will be something very nice for you afterwards. Oh and I remember a certain young stallion also telling me they'd do anything for me..." She let the sentence hang in the air, waiting for the colt to take the bait.

"O-of course I would!" He even managed a hurt look, as if his honor had been brought to question. "I was just... uhh... surprised. Thas all. Surprised. Yeah." 

Why didn't I do this before? He's so cute when he tries to show a brave face. Too bad I could hear his nervous swallowing and the quiver in his voice. He's so easy to manipulate, and so innocent. Maybe it's just because I've been hanging around foals so long? 

"So... umm... what are you going to do to me?"

Cheerilee let the colt's imagination run wild as she walked out of the lounge. First, she locked the front door to the school. Then she entered the classroom, with the pink hearts and pastel colours assaulting her eyes in a cacophony that the Board of Education would have described as 'an environment full of positive stimuli for young minds'. The term 'gaudy to the power of an eyebleed' was closer to truth. She walked around the room, closing the curtains and finally ended up at her own desk. She turned around and gently pushed the whole thing next to the blackboard with her hindhooves.

"Climb up, young mister," she called in a demanding voice. 

The colt quickly obliged and landed on the table with a quick flutter of his wings. He turned to his teacher with an expectant expression and a nervous grin on his young face.

"Now, Rumble. I want you to pick up a chalk and write 'I will not lie" on the blackboard one hundred times. And you can't turn around. And after every line you write, you will put the chalk down and say "I'm sorry, Mistress Cheerilee."

"Okay? Is that it? Sounds easy."

"Yes. you may begin. Oh and no flying."

As the colt got to work, Cheerilee walked up to her table. She leaned on it with her forehooves, so her face was only inches away from the rear end of the pegasus. The colt had to prop himself up against the blackboard with his forehooves as well and hold the chalk between his teeth. The silent scrithing of the chalk on the board filled the room. After he finished his first line, the colt bowed down to put the chalk on the desk. And that is when Cheerilee gave his right buttock a quick lick.

"Ye-eow! What are you..."

"Quiet, Rumble. You have something to say to me."

"Right. Yeah. Umm... I'm sorry Miss Cheerilee."

WRONG! 

The teacher pulled her lips back and bit the colt on his backside, bringing forth another yelp, this one of pain.

"I told you to call me Mistress. Not Miss."

"Sorry."

Again, Cheerilee bit down on the other cheek of the colt's backside, this time even harder. The colt screeched and tried to escape, pushing his hip forward and arcing his back. 

"No talking other than what I told you to. Now get back to work."

The cerise mare marveled at her own teethmarks on the colt's rump. They were bright red, but not deep, certainly not deep enough to draw blood. 

His bottom is so round and soft, not like a stallion's hard muscles, but more like two peppily bouncing balls. And I just love how his tiny butt is wiggling from side to side. And how he doesn't know what I'm going to do next. Whether he's standing or bending down, I can see everything that's going on, especially between his legs. Oh Celestia this is so wrong, but it feels so right! Am I completely insane? I'm in a classroom, licking and biting one of my student's on the ass, and I'm planning to do so much more to him. Why am I not even revolted? I should be. But maybe this is different? He's the one who came to me after all. And he's so damn CUTE!

As the colt bowed down again, Cheerilee gave him another long lick, starting from low, near his knees, and continuing up until she reached his tail. Rumble shuddered under the tickling sensation, and gently moved his bottom from side to side.

"Iiiiahh'm sorry... Mistress Cheerilee" the colt said, already running out of breath from the task at hoof and the weirdness of the situation. 

Oh you have no idea what I'm going to do to you next, do you? And your mouth is already getting dry from the chalk dust. That's why I always use a little rubber sheath on the end of my chalks so I won't sound like a middle-aged smoker after the day. 

She gave the colt a few new licks with her moist tongue, making sure to leave the coat of her young quarry's hindquarters glistening with saliva. When the colt had finished his first ten sentences, the teacher leaned between his legs and ran her tongue along the still erect shaft, making sure to allow her tongue to caress his goodie sack as well. Rumble couldn't help himself as he again pushed his hip forward, thrusting with an instinctual movement. 

He probably hasn't figured it out yet, but he's standing in exactly the same way as a stallion mounting a mare right now. 

She ran her tongue along the cheeks of the colt's backside, and gave his short black tail a small tug. After a few more lines the colt had to stop to breathe heavily, and he also coughed a few times to get the chalk out from his mouth. 

But that's not permitted, my little pony! 

Cheerilee once more brought her teeth out, nipping at the colt's inner thigh, not letting go, sucking and biting harder, until the colt quickly figured it out and grabbed the chalk in his mouth. The mare let her jaw go limp, but he kept lapping at the sore spot that her teeth had left to soothe the pain. She then moved a little bit higher, and once again allowed her tongue to traverse near the colthood of her student. She opted to go for the tiny sack between his legs, taking it wholly into her mouth and suckling on it, feeling the two perky testes inside. Cheerilee knew it was a very sensitive area, and made sure not to allow her teeth to touch anything but the soft skin around them as she alternated between suckling and licking, feeling drool starting to slide from the edge of her mouth and onto the table. A few very important papers, the correct answers to a few homework assignments and the basic geography book got a coating of the teachers oral fluids, as she kept lapping on her quarry's private parts.

Rumble's hindhooves were shaking, but he didn't dare move with his peanut-wallet caught between her teacher's teeth, so he tried to write as fast as he could, just to lean down and ease the pressure. His teacher let go, and continued her licking. The colt kept shuddering and coughing, spluttering his own saliva on his cheeks and the blackboard, and his jaw was trembling from having to carefully hold the writing tool between his teeth without breaking it. And the little moisture that was left in his mouth had started melting the chalk, making the vile sour taste slowly creep down his throat, making him gag. His eyes were running, not like he was crying, but more from the stress and pressure that his body was going through, with the erotic touches and sensations assaulting him from below, his mouth feeling like it would turn inside out soon, and his muscles in all four of his hooves aching from the difficult posture. 

He'd only gotten to about thirty lines when he couldn't take any more and accidentally bit the chalk in half. He fell forward , coughing and gagging, and at the same time felt the teeth of his teacher start their merciless work on his haunches. He squealed, trying to ask for a pause or for mercy, but none came. He wiggled his rump from side to side, trying to dance away from the bites, but to no avail. Behind him Cheerilee locked his legs from the sides with her own hooves and kept nibbling, knowing that the colt was already at his limit. Rumble kept whinnying and trying to talk with his sour mouth, but finally he crumpled down and started to cry in earnest. That was when his Mistress let go of the tender flesh of his thighs and started licking him again in a soothing, caressing way, occasionally breathing heavily on the wet fur to cool his skin. 

From between his sobs, the young colt managed to finally calm down a bit and ask in his innocent, trembling voice: "Why are you doing this, Miss Cheerilee? It hurts and I don't understand. Is this what grown-ups do? It's nothing like what was in those magazines by brother gave me." He turned his head to look at the teacher that was still working at his rump, and looked at the hungry, almost crazed expression she had on her face. It was scary, but a part of him reminded the colt that this was also the nice Miss Cheerilee that the pale pegasus had known for years and wouldn't hurt a butterfly. It was all so... weird. 

His teacher stopped her licking for a moment to savour the taste of his young student. Before she spoke, she marveled at the bright red spots that had appeared all along the colt's hindlegs, running all the way from his knees to the sides of his buttocks, making beautiful dark marks under the pale gray coat. She'd been careful to cause pain, but not enough to actually wound the foal, Giving him over a dozen love bites in the process.		

"You must understand that naughty colts like you need to be punished, don't you?" She looked at the colt, who was still trembling and trying to cough the chalk from his mouth. Small white streaks ran down his cheeks from the edges of his mouth where he'd drooled while writing, and along his tears they formed a pattern on his already near-white coat that reminded the teacher of some plant with completely white leaves. "What you did was sweet, but the way you did it was very wrong. If you had confessed to bringing the tape to school and we had listened to it together, we would be doing something so much nicer right now."

"I'm sorry! I really am Miss... Um... Mistress Cheerilee! But my mouth tastes awful, the chalk broke and... I don't wanna write any more. Do I really have to?"

"Would you like me to stop your punishment? You are welcome to just walk away. But I would never find myself doing anything with a colt like that. A naughty coward who can't even face the punishment he deserves."

"I... uhhh... "

The teacher laid a theatrical hoof on her forehead as if she was swooning. 

"I expected so much from my little white knight. But, alas, it seems chivalry is dead." A little bit from one of the trashy novels she'd read, but a filly could dream, right?

"You... I... a knight?" He lifted his head up from the table, and looked at her teacher with his bleary eyes. 

Gotcha!

"Yes, a honest, pure knight who would protect her Mistress's honor and obey her every command. The kind of honest and noble stallion that would sweep me from my hooves and carry me to his majestic castle and do unimaginably lustful things with." With every word she said, Rumble got up from his prone position, beaming at the idea his teacher was weaving in his imagination.

"I... Umm... Wow. That sounds really nice. D-do you think I could be him? The White Knight? I... I think it'd be cool."

"Hmmm..." The teacher looked the colt over, who was by now attempting to stand at attention, trying to flex his unhoned muscles and look as gallant and cavalier as possible. "I don't know... " The colt's jaw fell down while his eyes grew wider, already gaining more moisture. "I guess it would be possible, but you'd have to really prove yourself to me."

"You know I'd do anything for you!" Rumble struck what he imagined to be a heroic pose, with his forehoof held high and his chin lifted up.

"Isn't that what you said earlier? A little before you started whining like a little filly about how you can't take any more?"

"I... I really, REALLY mean it!"

"Prove it. Finish your task here and I will give you a little reward. I'll even let you finish it alone, and return in a few minutes."

"Yes, Mistress!" The colt took the short piece of chalk he still had left and continued his task while the teacher walked out, throwing a greedy glance at the foal on her desk. Humming one of the songs from earlier she went to the Lounge and entered the shower stall. It took her only a few minutes to clear away all the books and other clutter inside. The faucets also seemed to work fine even after several years of little use. Before leaving, she put the old radio on rewind. Still humming, she returned to the classroom. 

Rumble sat on the desk, grinning his coltish grin that made the teacher's heart beat faster. His cheeks were covered with the white chalk, but he didn't seem to mind. Behind him, on the blackboard, stood row after row of blocky letters, repeating 'I will not lie' countless times. But the last line was different. It read 'cos Knights don't do that'. The teacher couldn't help herself from smiling at the foalishly cute show of affection. 

"Now get your butt over here, little knight. There's a reward waiting for you in the Teacher's Lounge." Without waiting, the cerise mare walked out of the room and heard the colt tailing after her with a rapid patter of hooves on the wooden floor. Finally in the privacy of her sanctum, she took one of the collapsible chairs from the corner and popped it open directly in front of the shower stall, so that two of the legs were inside the stall.

"Please take a seat, young mister. It is time for your reward."

The colt quickly obliged, plopping himself on the chair with an excited expression.

"So... what's the reward?"

"You'll have to wait for just a moment longer, Rumble. Patience is a virtue, after all." 

Cheerilee rummaged through a small box and pulled out a few bright orange scarves that they usually used to mark teams for outdoor activities by tying them around the foreheads of one of the teams. She coyly sauntered over to the colt, and gently took one of his forehooves.

"I'm going to tie your hoove to the sides of the chair. Don't worry, it won't hurt."

"O-kay? ...Why?"

"Patieeence," the teacher said in a sing-song voice. She tied the colt's hooves to the supports of the chair's back, one by one. Now the colt was comfortably seated, but could only move his hindhooves. Cheerilee walked over to the cassette player and noticed with a smirk that it had finished rewinding. She pushed play and allowed the first notes of the hits of her youth start rolling out from the speakers. The mare walked into the shower stall and turned the faucet to make warm water start falling on her head and mane, which where soon drenched.

"Do you know what your reward is yet, Rumble?"

"Uhh... I get to... watch you take a shower?" the colt answered in an almost disappointed voice. 

"Yes. But don't worry, you WILL like it." 

The teacher turned away from her student and started dancing along the song. The stall was a bit cramped for her, but she managed to move from side to side and shake her rump from side to side, about a foot in front of the colt. She could hear his breathing growing more rapid even over the running water. A quick look over her shoulder informed her that the colt had caught on, and his member was already watching the show with all of it's attention. She started gyrating her hindquarters even more, moving slowly backwards, and leaning forward so her bottom was mere inches away from the colt's face. She lazily lifted her dripping wet tail and allowed it to swat the blushing pale face gently. A small surprised sound from behind her brought a wicked grin on her face, and she lifted her tail up once again. This time she held it up much longer, allowing the horny colt behind her to have a full view of her marehood. She felt all hot between her legs and even deeper inside, sure that if she were not in the shower her legs would be wet from her own juices. 

"Would you like to take a little smell, my little knight?"

"Y-y-yeah! Please!"

The mare allowed her hindquarters to move even further, until she felt herself touch something behind her. A cold breeze ran along her slit as the pale pegasus sniffed her, sending cold shivers running down her spine even in the warm shower. After a few of them the teacher once again leaned forward, and heard a grumble escape her quarry. She turned around and looked at the colt properly. His face was glistening from the water, and probably from other liquids too. He was struggling against his bonds, and his shaft was, if possible, even more erect than before. The pegasus kept pushing his hips up and down and trying to rub at his member with his hindlegs, but to no avail. He was too aroused, and his tool was standing high, almost running along his stomach. It was clear that her little show was doing what it was meant to, and she moved closer, just to give the tip of the member a short lick. It seemed like the colt was about to explode, squirming from side to side on his chair, trying to rip his hooves out from their bonds. 

"More! Please! Lick it more! I can't take it any more! You hafta! You just hafta!"

"I do, do I?" The teacher once again gave the tip a lick, this time even taking it inside her mouth for a few precious seconds. It felt so small in her mouth. Unlike a stallion's mighty cock that you couldn't even fit inside your mouth properly, only lick from the outside. But this was different. She could do so many things to the throbbing colthood of her student. She stopped her head just to watch the colt squirm some more. He bounced on his chair, trying to put his shaft deeper into the mare's mouth. It felt tasty to her, and the colt moaned in pleasure while satisfying himself. She couldn't have him do that, not yet at least. Cheerilee lifted her head up once again and started dancing to the tunes raining down on them. 

"PLEASE! DO IT AGAIN! PLEEAASE!" came the desperate shout behind her, making her even more lustful. She once again turned around and gave the colt a few slow swipes with her tail, but instead of allowing him to lean closer, she lowered her whole hindquarters onto the colt's lap, making sure she wouldn't hurt him. She felt the small hard point against her own swollen folds as she ground her rump against the colt, who kept moaning like someone going mad from lust behind her. The teacher clenched her hindhooves together, feeling the colt behind her struggle against the pressure, then relaxing again. She repeated it a few time, all the while moving her own flanks up and down to spread moistness on her audience. 

Turning around, she knelt in front of Rumble and started massaging his spread legs, giving him a few licks here and there as he tried to get her to pleasure him more with her mouth. She gave a small lick on the member, and then moved to kiss the colt fully on the lips. The sour taste of chalk hit her tongue and made her almost gag, but instead she kept kissing, allowing her own tongue to cleanse the vile stuff from inside the colt's mouth. She turned her head upwards to catch some of the shower water in her mouth and spat it out. Cheerilee took another mouthful, but this time instead of spitting, she started kissing Rumble again, allowing them to share the water. As she pulled away, the water ran freely out from the colt's open mouth as he gasped for air. His chest and stomach were already damp, and suddenly a new, even more exciting idea came to the teacher. She walked out of the stall and turned the pegasus around so his chair was now facing away from the stall. The mare started pushing her young student into the shower, again making sure not to tip him backwards. When they were both under the shower, she returned to kissing the colt fully on the lips again, repeating it several times, only taking a break for both of them to catch a short breath before continuing as water kept cascading on their manes. They were both completely drenched, feeling the water seep between their lips with every kiss.

Cheerilee felt her own slit starting to burn from want, and knew she couldn't contain herself for much longer. After breaking from their last kiss, she leaned in to whisper into the colt's ear.

"Would you like to lick me?"

"U-huh. Anything! Just... a little more?"

"Very well, my little knight. You have been very patient."

The mare took the colt's member into her mouth again, but this time she started moving up and down rapidly while sucking so hard her cheeks hollowed inside. The water running on them both made the colt's fur smell like a kid fresh from playing in the rain, and whenever she pushed her face all the way down, she could feel the downy fur on his stomach gently caressing her muzzle. The colt squirmed with pleasure, quickly approaching rapture. The teacher kept going, waiting for the first tell-tale signs of her student orgasming, but stopped before she could go that far. The colt trashed his head from side to side and bucked with his hindhooves while trying to rub his tool against something, anything, to keep the pleasure coming. He shouted a wordless plea for the teacher to continue, but she just stood there, smiling at her quarry. After the colt had caught his breath, she whispered into his ear again.

"Now you will lick me, my little knight. And if you do a good job, I will make you very happy."

Her only answer were the colt's rapid nods as he opened up his mouth to extend a small pink tongue out. He looked completely ridiculous like that, but the  mare suppressed her chuckle. She lifted her forehoof to Rumble's face, waiting. She was met with a confused look from the pegasus, and only nodded. The colt caught on, and started licking her hoof. He leaned forward as much as he could with his hooves tied to the chair, and his tiny rough tongue tickled her as it moved in small sweeps along the teacher's hoof. A small tinge of pain reminded Cheerilee of her coffee burn, but she pushed it out of her min. Rumble was clearly giving it his all, his head bobbing up and down like a cork in water. Cheerilee pushed the bottom of her hoof to his lips, pushing the colt's head gently backwards. He still kept licking, which the teacher mostly heard than felt. The sole of a pony's hoof was thought to be one of the dirtiest places on one's body, and her little admirer was cleaning it with all the enthusiasm of youth. She switched hooves, allowing the colt to administer the same inexpert treatment to her again, but this time she kept moving her hoof back and forth, so Rumble had to work to keep touching it with his mouth. 

Cheerilee rested both of her forehooves on the back of the chair, bracing herself on the wall behind the colt. He started working her chest and neck, tickling, caressing, making small, raspy noises as he went along. She enjoyed the feeling immensely, mostly because it was so earnest and clumsy. Sometimes the colt stopped to spit some hairs out of his mouth, but immediately returned to his work. His teacher was ready to let him get to the main event and turned around, pushing her wet tail to the colt's mouth. He started suckling on it like it was candy, removing the water that was pouring on both of them all the time. All the small tugs and twinges coming from her rear made the cerise mare tremble with anticipation. She lifted one of her hindhooves up to allow the colt to run his tongue along it's length, not quite reaching her slit yet. She let him play with her knees and thighs, and turned sideways. 

The colt stopped cold, just staring at his teacher's cutie mark. Cheerilee gave a small wiggle of her hindquarters, even lifting the hindhoof on the colt's side to make the cutie mark even more prominent. Finally Rumble gathered enough courage to touch the teacher's flowers, their smiles greeting his eager tongue as he lapped and sucked on them, catching Cheerilee off guard. She winced and moaned as she felt the colt's teeth gently nip at her flanks and kiss them. He was no longer only licking, but testing out what other ways there were to use his mouth, probing with his tongue, drawing lines around the yellow petals and raining gentle childish kisses on them. Suddenly he opened his mouth wide open and pushed it on the cerise flank, covering one of the flowers completely. Sucking with all his might he bit down, not too hard, but painfully nevertheless. Cheerilee enjoyed the mixed sensations of pain and the needy burn between her own legs. 

She was at her limit, and knew it. Trembling and eager like the colt from a moment ago, she turned her bottom to face the colt and lifted her tail high in the air. The colt bravely plunged in, sinking his muzzle into the purple wet slit and moving up and down, enjoying the musk of his teacher and Mistress. He lapped hungrily at the pink folds, hearing the sounds of ecstasy escape the mare's lips. She leaned even lower, pushing the colt's head to the back of the chair with her marehood, feeling every tiniest movement Rumble made inside her. He probed and explored, a stranger in a new land, like Daring Do in a jungle of pleasure. The teacher's eyes started blurring as the amateurish movements made her feel even hornier than she believed possible. She wasn't a schoolteacher any more, but a teenage filly, losing her virginity to a nervous stallion, barely more than a colt himself. The pleasure kept mounting with every move, and occasionally the colt touched her more sensitive parts, making her squeal like a foal on Hearth's Warming Eve. As the colt dug deeper, pushing his tongue down her channel, she felt the familiar pressure starting to mount deep inside her. The colt sucked and licked, even giving her the occasional bite on the sides of her folds, enough to make her crazy from lust. 

Her first orgasm came as a torrent of pleasure and relaxation. Her whole lower body shook and she felt like her legs would soon go out from underneath her. But the colt wasn't finished yet, probably not even aware of what he had accomplished, too busy sating the horny teacher. Cheerilee was going to get up, but as she started lifting her bottom away from the colt, he grabbed on to her folds with his teeth, not allowing her to leave. It was such an arrogant and insolent deed that the teacher was taken completely by surprise. She tried to shake her marehood loose, but was forced to lean back as the vice-like grip wouldn't relent. 

"Rumble? What are you doing?" she asked the colt, who had returned to his content licking and sucking, She tried to move away again, but with the same results. The piercing pain shooting down her body as the teeth once again clenched shut around her tender flesh. 

"Rumble! Let go of me!" Her shouts fell to deaf ears as the pleasure returned. She couldn't hold herself back, and was forced to push her burning slit towards the eager colt. Her feet were starting to ache from the half-prone position and leaning so far, but the almost fanatical work of the pegasus was making the mare squirm in anticipation of the next orgasm that was sure to come. She moaned and drooled as the second wave hit her, even stronger than the first, and she could hardly keep standing, her world spinning around and the room seemingly twisting to the side. And Rumble kept on going. He had found his pace now, doing long swathes at a time, from the bottom of his teacher's puffy cleft to the very top. He sucked and drank up all the juice that came out greedily. On occasion he would take one of the swollen lips and pull it deep into his mouth and play around with it with his coarse tongue, making Cheerilee screech from pain and pleasure alike. 

Her hooves were aching and throbbing, her vision already blurry from all the excitement. She'd never had more than two orgasms in a row, and even that she'd done only once to see if it was possible. A sense of panic was filling her, being caught by a colt, still pleasing his Mistress, not heeding her angry commands, rational inquiries or desperate pleas. It was like the colt was possessed by some sex-crazed demon, fresh from Tarterus, here to take the foal-molesting teacher with him to eternal torture. Cheerilee screamed incoherently as the relentless assault continued, no longer finding words for the colt, only desperation before her next coming was sure to lay her flat. And then it started. She could feel it coming, and knew there was no way to stop it now. Even though she braced for it, it took her feet clean out from underneath her, slamming her head first onto the ceramic tiles of the shower. She felt a distant nip attempting to catch her, but her descent had been so rapid that even the pegasus couldn't reach in time.

Cheerilee was left lying on the floor as water cascaded onto her. Her heart pounded like the ill-advised time she'd taken part in the Running Of The Leaves. Her mind swam somewhere far away, and she only came to as the water on the floor started making its way into her nostrils and she had to blow it out. The mare wasn't aware of how long she'd been on the floor, but it took all her strength to crawl up to a sitting position. With trepidation she turned to look at the child-devil that had surely taken the place of her precious student, but only the coltish smirk of the pale pegasus greeted her. It was the teacher's turn to stutter, as he weakly attempted to confront the colt.

"W-w-w-why? W-what in Equestria did you just do? How did you...?"

"Did you like it? I KNEW you'd like it! The sounds you made were so cool! I mean... I didn't think it could work like that but IT DID! It really DID!"

"RUMBLE!"

"Oh... sorry Miss Cheerilee. It's just that... when I told my brother about my first... youknow... he kinda gave me a big pile of magazines and books. I... I've always kinda thought myself a bit older than the rest of the foals in our class and I read all the stuff he gave me and... I wanted to know what to do. T-that's why I was so lost when you told me you'd punish me... cos the books didn't say anything about stuff like that. It was all licking and kissing and... putting my thingy into you." The colt was blushing, but his expression showed that he was proud of his achievement. 

"So you knew... all about sex and stuff? Is that what you're saying?"

"Well... I don't know if it's all... but I read A LOT of books. And there were lots of pictures and stuff about what to do. Did you really have an orgasm?"

"Three." The teacher said in a distant flat voice, completely out of her depth with the precocious colt sitting on the chair in front of her. 

"R-REALLY?! Wow! I thought it was when you fell down that you... err... came!"

"Rumble... " Cheerilee had managed to get up and was now turning the faucet to stop the water from flowing. 

"Yes?"

"Why didn't you tell me? W-why did you... Why?"

"I'm sorry... I didn't know what was gonna happen or anything like that. And... all the stuff we did was so new and... I never expected us to do anything like that. I mean... I've been thinking about kissing you and stuff but anything else... Wow."

"Now first of all... books don't tell you everything you should know about... well... anything really. You need to have experience with the things too. That's why we don't just read books in class, we answer questions and think about the things together. And that's why we have homework too."

"B-but... but... I... I worked so hard and... I just kept thinking about you and the stuff they did in the pictures and... I... I didn't... "

"Shhh. It's alright. You didn't really do anything wrong, quite the contrary. I was just... surprised about what you did. And... to be honest... you're the first pony to ever give me so... erm... " The rest of her words were lost in a low mutter that escaped the teacher's mouth.

"I... what?" The colt was clearly worried that something bad had happened.

"You're the first pony to make me come three times a row."

"REALLY?! I was that good?"

"Well... I'm not sure if I'd call it good... it takes quite a lot out of a pony, and I did hit my head on the floor quite hard." She accentuated the point by rubbing her sore chin with a hoof.

"I didn't mean to... It was supposed to feel good and make you like me and stuff..."

"I like you already, my little knight. And we all make mistakes. I didn't ask or tell you anything, and... well. That happened."

"I'm sorry."

"I know you are. Let me untie you. We can dry up and go sit on the couch before we catch a cold."

She pulled the bandannas away from the colt's hooves and gave them both a small kiss. She took two ancient towels that had been hanging in the shower stall for as long as she remembered, but apart from the musty smell they seemed serviceable. Cheerilee tossed one of them to her student and started drying herself off. Rumble was more energetic and carelessly brushed most of the water from his coat before jumping on the couch. His teacher walked after him, tying her own towel around her mane to let it dry. As she sat down, she yelped a bit when her sore nethers touched down on the old couch. The pegasus next to her was still mostly wet, so she took the unresisting colt onto her lap and started drying him off. She carefully rubbed the towel all over the pale gray foal, and finally brushed his mane back the way it usually was in class before dropping the towel on him. Rumble didn't take it off, instead leaving it covering his head with only his small face with the cute round eyes of a little foal looking from underneath it. It was enough for Cheerilee to almost tear up, and she pulled the colt into a tight embrace. 

"Miss Cheerilee? Why are you crying? Did I do something bad again?" The colt looked up to the teacher with wide eyes and his lower lip trembled.

"N-no," the teacher wiped her eyes with the back of her hoof. "No, I just thought you looked so cute just now."

"I-I'm not cute!" the blushing pegasus protested. "I'm handsome!"

Cheerilee just giggled, making the colt even redder, but she kissed the colt on his forehead. "Why not be both handsome and cute? You can if you'd like to."

Rumble snuggled against his teacher, hiding his embarrassed face in the mare's damp chest and quietly whispered: "I guess it's okay."

They sat there in silence for a while, the colt listening to the mare's calming heartbeat, and the teacher gently stroking her student's mane. Cheerilee turned to her side on the couch and eased the little foal onto his back, his head resting comfortably on the arm of the couch. Her lips closed around the unresisting pegasus' own, and they shared a kiss. This time it was not as passionate and needy as before, but a calm, gentle one, both of them trying to follow the other's lead. The teacher felt that she was finally really falling for the precocious little colt who had crept into her heart with a simple tape of music and a few innocent words. Rumble just enjoyed the feeling, having overcome the horrors and weird situations his teacher had put him through, and had clearly decided it had all been worth it for this moment.

Cheerilee broke her kiss off to the tiny whimpers of objection from the colt, but as she moved her muzzle lower, Rumble suddenly jerked, realizing what was still in store for him. Her tongue tickled the colt all over his stomach, but he just reclined back, allowing his eyes to slowly droop closed. The cerise mare found her prize, the small member resting along the pale fur between the colt's legs. It was still resting comfortably, having relaxed after their shower together. She turned her cheek against Rumble's stomach, enjoying the softness and scent of his fur. The mare almost felt jealous that her own coat was so much coarser and harder in comparison. The colt didn't need much stimulation, his colthood already rising slowly up and starting to redden under his youthful circulation and hormones. Her lips gently kissed the shaft, allowing it all the time it needed to gently lift up and finally press against the colt's soft belly. When the tip finally came peeking out from under the pegasus' tight foreskin, she started carefully moving her lips along the member, not yet taking it into her mouth, merely caressing its sides. The colt was clearly starting to feel the need for more as he squirmed underneath the mare's touch, lifting his rump off the couch for half a second. His teacher let the colt's tool slip from between her lips and looked at the colt, who still had his eyes closed.

"What would you like me to do, Rumble?"

"P-please suck it, Miss...tress Cheerilee!"

"Suck what, my little knight?"

"My... my penis. Please... suck it. "

"Oh my. Such a serious word. I think you can do better than that."

"Err... umm... my... cock? Is that better?"

"It sounds dirty, but good. And what exactly did you want me to do again?" she teased the colt more, allowing her tongue to rub against the sensitive tip of his tool. 

"Ahhh! Please.... put my... c-COCK inside your mouth and suck it!"

"Now we're getting somewhere. My little student, what is it called when a mare does something like that to a stallion? I'm sure you've read all about it..."

"Buh... blowjob! I want a blowjob from you, Cheerilee!" his cheeks were aflush with crimson and he'd opened his eyes to plead for his teacher to satisfy him.

"Now that's the first time you called me just by my name, Rumble."

"I... It kinda slipped... I'm sorry Mist—"

"Oh it's more than okay. Two lovers can't use words like that?"

"Lovers? Are we... lovers? Like... Very Special Someponies?"

"We are making love, aren't we? What else would we be?"

"W-wowh! I didn't... yes... Cheerilee. And... I... I love you."

"I love you too, Rumble, my sweet little white knight. Now relax, I'll show you what a grown-up mare can do to your handsome cock."

"Wait... could we... umm... "

The teacher had already opened her mouth to take the throbbing shaft into her mouth and was taken by surprise by the pegasus' words.

"Yes, what is it?"

"I... wanna kiss you before you...  umm... "

Cheerilee was more than impressed about the colt's innocent words, and happily obliged, climbing the colt's small frame until they were face to face. The student and the teacher, the small colt and and the grown-up mare. They locked their eyes in a affectionate gaze, not closing their eyes like earlier. The kiss was the deepest and longest they had shared the whole day, neither of them willing to part with the other, hoping they could stay just like that forever, just holding each other close with their lips entwined together by something forbidden, yet for both of them, beautiful. Finally after aeons had passed, the colt finally had to stop, gasping for air with his whole face red as a ripe strawberry. 

Cheerilee took her cue and moved to work, the colt's member waiting as stiff as ever for her moist lips and tender tongue. She gave the small colthood a kiss and looked up one final time at her student.

"There is a word that grown-ups use that you've always been told not to use because it's so dirty. I... I would like to hear it from you, Rumble."

"You mean... the... F-word?"

"Yes. Please ask me to do it." The teacher was giving the colt's member long, slow kisses, but he kept silent for a moment.

"C-c-cheerilee?" came the nervous quivering of the small foal. He had squeezed his eyes shut, dreading what was to come. "F... would you please... f-f... I... "

"You can do it. It's just a little word."

"But... I... "

"Please? Do it for me?"

"F-fuck me! Please, Cheerilee! Fuck me! Take my cock into your mouth and fuck me with your mouth!" 

Tears were running from between his tightly-held eyelids, but he was able to get the words out, and took several rapid breaths after them. The teacher's eyes flew wide at the sheer horniness of the colt's words, never imagining something like that leaving his small lips. She found her own slit once again starting to tingle and heat up, even though it still felt sore and tender from the treatment she'd gotten earlier. Without waiting, Cheerilee hungrily dived onto the colt's shaft, taking it fully inside her mouth, sucking all the air from her mouth and feeling the insides of her cheeks cave in around the colt's hard-on. 

There was no holding back, no teasing and no playing around this time, she wanted to please the pegasus, to give him something worthy of her dedication and sweetness. Her lips were tightly pursed around his tool and once in a while a small slurping sound escaped as her grip loosened from the slippery shaft. The mare had to be careful to try and not move the pegasus' foreskin too hard so it wouldn't rip, and kept close watch for any coppery taste of blood in her mouth. 

Her young lover didn't seem to care about any of the fineries of her performance, only moaning, occasionally calling her name, or just panting, trying to keep himself conscious. All the build-up over the day was almost enough to drive him crazy from just the small touches earlier, and the full-on blowjob was quickly too much for him as the pressure between his legs started to mount, and with a long, drawn out squeal he orgasmed. Cheerilee didn't notice it at first, but a small salty taste arrived in her mouth as the colt stopped pushing his hips up and down to the same rhythm as her mouth. 

She was almost disappointed at how fast the colt had come, but it was to be expected from someone so inexperienced and young. Rumble was lying back, his tongue lolling out from the side of his mouth as his breath slowly returned to normal. His eyes had closed and the teacher cuddled next to him, holding him firmly against her own body, feeling the warmth of the young colts back. She muzzled the cheeks and neck of the brave young student. The foal's breaths had become shallow, and his hooves had crept against his body, and it was clear he was fast asleep in his teacher's hooves. Cheerilee also let her own eyes slowly close, listening to the gentle breaths and steady heartbeat of the colt, soon drifting off to sleep herself.





They both awoke later in the evening, but neither of them wanted to move. They cuddled and muzzled each other, occasionally sharing a short kiss or a teasing lick. 

"When are you supposed to be home today, Rumble?" the teacher asked in a distant drowsy voice, her whole body feeling completely relaxed and warm.

"My brother's working the late shift so I can go home kinda whenever. He usually tells me to be home at six, but I've never gotten into trouble from going back later."

"Mmmh." They both held each other for a few minutes longer, until the teacher gently got up from behind the colt, stretching her hooves and yawning. "It's still getting quite late. I think you'd better trot on home."

"But... I was kinda hoping we could... erm... do more?"

"We have all the time in the world, my little knight. Patience is a virtue, remember?"

"I guess." He also got up and bounced to the floor, shaking his small wings, flaring them out to their full length before letting them settle against his sides again. 

They walked outside together, the cold evening air making them both shiver slightly. The autumn sun was still peeking over the mountains to the west, coloring the world in deep colors of yellow and red.

"I'll see you tomorrow, my little knight." She pecked a small kiss on the smiling colt's forehead.

"Bye, Mistress Cheerilee!" Rumble gave a happy wave of his hoof and trotted off.. 

Cheerilee looked after the cute colt running into the autumn sunset, the last rays of Celestia's disk coloring his pale coat into hues of orange as he soon vanished from view. The teacher sighed and turned around to head back inside, into what had become her second home over the years. 

She closed the door behind her, and even managed a few steps towards the Lounge before her legs gave out. Tears of panic started pushing their way from her eyes and she just shut down, hugging her hooves to her stomach like a little filly. All the stuff she'd been doing today came crashing down in her mind, as the colt's words rang in her mind. 

  "I'd like to be your knight."                                                      What the buck am I doing? How twisted am I? What's wrong with me? 
"My Little Knight" I manipulated a foal to please myself. I... I thought I had this under control. I thought I would just... what? 
"Fuck me, Cheerilee!" 

I would just destroy the life of a foal for my own amusement and then run off in the night. It won't work. I might not have much of a social life here, but doing something like this is unheard of in Equestria. 

"I'll be your White Knight!" 


The Princess herself would probably take care of me personally, and banish me or something far worse. 

"Please, Mistress, I can't take any more!"                          Maybe if I turned myself in? Maybe I could plead stress and madness? Maybe? 
"Lovers? Are we lovers?" 
It could work. It had to work. If... If I saw a doctor or something... maybe they'd let me stay in Equestria? I couldn't work as a teacher anymore but that goes without saying...           "White Knight"                      

No... It wouldn't work. Whatever I do, my life is over. I... I couldn't face anypony ever again. Why did this have to happen to me? 

"My little knight."

Cheerilee screamed.





Here we see the scene change from the howling cerise mare to the same mare, gently drooling on her desk. There is a blur around the edges of your imagination as you look at the scene. She moves a little in her sleep and gives a little snort. A school bell tolls and she wakes up with a start. The classroom is full, the groaning colts and fillies getting up from their small desks and walking to the teacher, handing in their math exams. 

All a dream? The whole thing was a dream? It was so... real. But... It was a dream. IT WAS A DREAM! I'm safe! I... I won't have to... I didn't... I... 

The teacher looks at a the class, all of the foals talking about their coming weekend and smiling, wishing well on their teacher. They run out on their way home and the few days of freedom to come. 

Ahh. Weekend. It's Friday already? Mmm. I think I'll go have a drink with Twilight if she happens to have some time. Or maybe I'll go try my luck in Canterlot tomorrow, go to some club and try to catch a handsome stallion or something.

Only one foal is still in the class. A pale-coated pegasus colt with a permanently windswept black mane. He walks to the teacher and gives his exam to the teacher. Cheerilee is woken from her plans by the small picture that has been drawn on the paper in front of her. It shows a crudely drawn pony knight fighting a dragon. Behind the dragon, a princess is locked inside a cage. The colt starts to speak with a wide, grin on his face: 

"I told my brother that I was going to have a sleepover with a friend. He said it was okay. I guess he was already going to go party with Flitter and C.C. So we can go to your house and...f-...fuck the night away like... two horny beasts, Mistress Cheerilee."

We can no longer see what is happening inside the teacher's mind, because something has been irrevocably damaged. All she does is nod and take the colt by the hoof as they walk out of the school building. Will they elope with the young colt and live their life in happiness and bliss, or is the teacher found dead by her own hoof, along with a traumatised colt who will never recover. 

That is not something this story tells you. You will have to decide it for yourself. 

Good night, and thank you for reading.