Cheerilee moaned loudly throughout her classroom as Scrub Brush's fingers dug deeper, her arms over her head and wrapped around his neck as she sat in his lap, that young stallion in her plush teaching chair. Her white panties were laying abandoned on the floor, and she could feel his erect cock through his trousers.

She had told him they couldn't go too far, not with school starting soon, but he could do this. His dexterous digits were working wonders on the mare, and he let her calm down each time she reached her peak. She quickly glanced at the clock, and then back over her shoulder. “S-s-stop... I've... only g-g-g-got ten m-m-m-minutes... left!”

He instead started moving his fingers faster, nibbling gently on her neck, causing her arms to pull tighter. Neither of them heard the door opening, the school teacher biting her lip to keep her moans quiet. “Hey Cheeri, you ready for the foals immu...”

“AHHHH!!!!” The other mare dropped her bag, her mouth falling open in shock as she watched Cheerilee's body shuddering on top of an earth pony stallion as she rode his fingers through her orgasm. The school teacher's head slowly turned, pulling him into a deep kiss.

“...unisations. Do you want me to come back later?” The pair whipped their heads around, staring at the other mare, who had her arms crossed and a smirk on her face. They quickly separated, the purple furred mare snatching up her panties as she ran towards the mare's room. Scrub Brush glanced down at his crotch, smirking as he saw the wet patch there. He stood and walked passed the other mare, staring at her with a hum as he licked her fingers. “Get out, you filthy stallion.”

She picked up her bag once he left, setting it on the side and and pulling out her vials. She glanced over her shoulder as Cheerilee returned, sitting in her chair and straightening up her desk. She then noticed the other mare getting ready, waving a greeting. “Morning, Redheart.”

“Good morning, Miss Cheerilee. How has your day been so far?”

“Pretty good, can't wait for lunch.” The nurse could only roll her eyes as the teacher began to giggle. Soon the room was filled with her students, all with gloomy faces because of shots day. For Cheerilee the morning dragged on, but soon the clock struck twelve. The morning's class immediately rushed off to meet their parents, an hour before the older students came in. “Thanks for staying on, Red.”

“No problem, Cheeri. Now, as I assume you are busy right now, I'll leave you to it. I've gotta get back to the hospital anyway. Oh, and I'll just leave this on your desk. See you for drinks in Berry's tonight?”

“Hmm? Yeah, sure, why not?” Redheart just giggled as Cheerilee opened her storage closet, staring at her long coat and hat, the ceremonial outfit for when students graduated.

Scrub Brush was preparing to leave his little room when he heard a knock on the door. He stood with a smirk on his face, only one possible pony coming to visit him during lunch. He opened the portal without even looking at the mare, which was a bad idea as she slipped her hands over his eyes, kicking the door shut.

He kept moving forward until his outstretched hands hit the back of his chair, and he sat down in it with his vision still restricted. The chair was spun around and she removed her hands, letting him see the empty portion of the room. The light on his desk was moved from it's position, shining at him front the side.

His chair was spun around once more, and he looked up to see Cheerilee glaring down at him, her black cloak and mortarboard adding to her whole look. He brought up a hand and brushed it across her flank, but pulled it away when something hit his knuckles.

The mare stepped back, and he watched as she started to tap a thick wooden, thirty inch ruler into her free hand. “No touching. I've been looking up your test results... and you’re failing, so you have an extra class to attend.” She lifted a leg up and put her foot on the lip of the chair, between his thighs.

Scrub Brush stared at the black shiny high heeled shoe she had changed her flats for, his gaze drifting up her leg to where her suspenders poked out of her gown. He brought a hand up and ran it along her thigh, the ruler cracking across his knuckles once more. “Unzip, now.” He did as instructed, revealing his semi. “This won't do, you'll fail like this.”

He groaned as the wooden implement cracked across his tip. He then grew even faster, the mare gripping him tightly with a hand and smiling down at him, licking her lips. “Better... now then, let's give you a quick assessment.” She knelt down with her muzzle between his thighs, licking his tip. A hand went to run through her mane, but the raised ruler bid him stop.

Cheerilee then spread her lips wider, sliding down his length, moaning around him as she slipped a hand between her legs. Scrub Brush gripped the armrests of his chair as she gently bit down on him, her teeth scratching as she pulled back. She repeated the motion a few more times and then stood up, holding her wet hand out to his muzzle, his tongue licking her juices up.

Once he had cleaned it, she pulled it away and it joined the other one at the middle of her cloak. She then pulled it to her sides, revealing her clothing of just stockings and suspenders. She walked over to his desk and spread her legs, calling him over with a finger. He stood and stepped out of his pants and boxers, getting close, but stopping as she put the ruler between them. “Pop quiz... how do you lube a mare?”

Scrub Brush just smirked, slowly sinking to his knees and holding onto her hips. His knuckles didn't get hit this time as he buried his muzzle between her thighs, slipping his tongue past her warm lips. She started to run her hands through her mane, letting him make a few more passes before she slipped a hand to his front, pulling him up by his tie. “Time for your test.” She wrapped her arms around her neck and pulled him close, his tip pressing past her lips.

She lifted her legs up and wrapped them around his waist, and he supported her by grabbing her flanks. They moved away from desk, spinning around the room until they slammed against the wall. Scrub Brush spun them around so that Cheerilee was against it, both of them grinning at each other. Hers soon dropped into an open mouth as he began to thrust in and out of her, his dick sending sensations through her cunt she hadn't had for years.

She lifted his muzzle up and craned her neck down, moaning into his mouth as she pressed into a passionate kiss. They both came away breathless, the mare with her eyes clenched shut. She had been think about this all morning, and it had kept her wet since she started. Scrub Brush began to thrust harder, leaving Cheerilee panting for breath. She then threw her head back and screamed with pleasure, her body writhing about as she rode through her orgasm, her juices dripping past his cock, down his thighs and to the floor.

She pressed forward forward for a soft kiss and unwrapped her legs from his waist, slipping out of him. He just watched with a grin as she walked over and bend over his desk, lifting her cloak and spreading her legs, her tail swishing from side to side. He followed her, holding onto her hips as he entered her drippy cunny once more, the breathless mare glancing over her shoulder at him. “I've been... a bad... student. You... need to... punish me.”

His grin got wider as he picked up the wooden ruler, giving her flank a few soft taps, making her moan in approval. He then picked up the pace of his thrusts, cracking the teaching implement harder. Cheerilee's arms shot out and she gripped the other side of the desk so that she would not move, Scrub Brush doing as she asked.

He slowed down a little, focusing more on pleasuring her than himself, and she was at her peak soon after. He sped up again here, sliding the ruler along the base of his cock, coating it in her juices. He then placed it in front of her muzzle, pulling back until she allowed it past her lips, biting her teeth down on it as his thrusts became more powerful. Her ears twitched as he began grunting with each thrust, but her eyes soon slammed shut in pleasure.

Brush smirked as Cheerilee gave a slightly muffled scream of pleasure, her walls clamping tightly down on his dick. With one more powerful thrust, he buried himself as deep as possible, body tensing a his tip flared, his warm seed coating the mare's insides. He gave a few more strong thrusts until his cock stopped twitching and then slipped out, their mixed juices dripping down her legs.

He gave a chuckle at the sound of wood clattering on to wood, the mare letting the ruler drop from her mouth. She slowly stood and turned around, wrapping her arms around his neck and he put his around the small of her back, both pressing into a soft passionate kiss. Stepping back, Cheerilee gave a giggle as she wrapped her cloak around her, walking towards the door. She stopped briefly by his notepad hanging next to the doorway and wrote a message down, then kissed the paper and left.

Scrub Brush walked over and picked it up, chuckling as he read the mare's wonderful style of writing, and then his eyes widened as the actual message registered in his brain.

Sweetie Belle moaned slightly in her new position. Twilight had gone out for the day, leaving the young couple alone. She had absolutely no idea how many orgasms she had, nor how many times Spike had released his seed into her burning vag or over her muzzle. He finally let up at lunch, but only let her out far enough that she could sit down and removed the gag.

He had fed her by hand, and then carried her back up to his room. He left the half hood over her face as he released her from the straight jacket, but she soon found herself in another type. She could feel the cold touch of latex as she slipped her arms into the sleeves, and cocked her head as he started to secure it.

This on was a lot different, making her bite her lip. Her collar was removed as the top part was strapped tightly, but not too tightly, around her neck. A zip closed the top half, Spike pulling it tighter with three evenly spread straps. Another one ran down her cleavage and under her breasts, being pulled tight at the top of the small of her back.

He then pulled her arms across her chest and secured them tight once more, her upper arms squashing her boobs together. She waited for the crotch strap, but it never came. Next he had put the ring gag in her mouth, and it didn't take long for her breasts to become covered in her drool as Spike started to rub her clit.

He unlocked her ankles and thighs, removing the ones around her upper legs. They were then spread wide, her ankles being locked against the spreader bar. Spike then sat her on the floor, and she began to squirm, her previous butt plug having been replaced by an inflatable one, pumped up enough so that it wouldn't slip out.

She then felt him attaching something to the eyelets of the spreader bar, and felt him move away from her through the floorboards. Her legs were then pulled upwards, and her body followed. She had no idea how high she was off the floor, until Spike came back. She tried to close her thighs as his tongue slipped over her sensitive slit, his erect cock probing at her mouth.

She then began to whimper as he bent down, no warning of the clover clamps squeezing her nipples at the same time. He dropped the chain and it fell to the ground, putting the pressure a new way for her. His snout returned between her legs, his tongue slipping past her lower lips and his cock slipping through the ring.

She immediately started to rock her head back and forth, tongue swirling around his shaft, her moans vibrating along it as his tongue worked wonders, her juices dripping down her stomach. Even though it had been over an hour since her last orgasm, her sensitive cunt was soon letting the pressure build.

Spike was the same way, and she could tell by the way his cock was rapidly twitching against the roof of her mouth. It only took a few more minutes of oral pleasure for him to groan out aloud, his tip flaring and the last of his seed from the day coating the back of her throat. There were a few small dribbles as he pulled out, a small blob slipping into one of her nostrils.

She couldn't stop her next reaction, the spunk tickling her and she drew her head, back, closing her eyes. She didn't need to, it was just part of the process, and her head shot forward, sperm, saliva and mucus being sneezed out... right onto Spike's slowly shrinking cock. He pulled away with a groan, walking over to where he had tied the rope, undoing the knot and slowly lowering Sweetie Belle to the floor.

He unlocked the cuffs around her ankles, released all the straps on the straight jacket. He then took the clamps off, massaging her nipples as she whimpered a little. He then unstrapped the gag, the mare gasping as her jaw was allowed freedom. Spike walked away, heading towards his bathroom as Sweetie Belle wriggled out of the latex jacket, raising a shaking arm to remove the hood. She blinked rapidly as her eyes saw light after so long.

She glanced at the clock and noticed it was gone two in the afternoon, and she had called in just after eight. She wobbly stood and made her way over to the wall mirror in his room, starting to giggle as she looked upon her reflection. The fur around her muzzle from about an inch under her eyes was matted and tuck together in clumps, her mane was flattened down and the top part was covered in sweat.

She tried to pry her thighs apart but they were stuck together. She was, all in all, a complete mess. She was close before she sneezed, and she slipped a hand between her thighs. It only took two fingers and a thumb running over her clit for a few moments for her to bite her lip and muffle her scream of pleasure. Spike appeared a moment later, a towel wrapped around his waist and water dripping from the scales on his chest. She bent over and pulled her tail out of the way, and he let the plug down then pulled it out.

She then headed for the bathroom herself, kissing his cheek as she passed him. The water was still flowing, and she slipped her feet out of her heels, rubbing her soles. Next her stockings and suspenders followed, and she stepped under the stream of refreshing hot liquid. She had no idea how long she was in there, but eventually she stepped out and began to dry off. She left her mane slightly damp and hanging straight down her back, and wrapped a towel around her top half, heading out of the room with a soft hum.

She gasped in surprise when she saw the room transformed. Spike had pulled the thick curtains shut, bathing the room in darkness. This was offset by groups of tealight candles spread around his floor and around the bed, where a heart made of red roses was situated. There was a glass of rose wine on the side for her, next to a red rose. Sweetie Belle sat on the bed and picked up the drink, closing her eyes as the cool liquid slid down her parched throat.

Spike was standing in front of her when she opened them again, and he gently pushed her to the bed, removing the towel and rolling her over to her front. She felt a small amount of cold liquid dropped onto her back, and then his claws started knead into her fur and skin, moving up to her shoulders. She couldn't help but let out a moan as the tension in her muscles was relieved, his caring but firm claws giving pressure just where she needed it.

The young dragon was grinning from the sounds he was causing from the mare, so kept it up. After a good ten minutes he stopped, snickering as he heard her breathing softly, rolling her over to reveal her snoozing face. He shook his head and stood up, heading towards her backpack. After a quick search he returned to the bed, slipping Sweetie Belle into panties and a tank top, then moving her under the covers.

She stirred slightly as he kissed her forehead and ran a claw through her mane. He gave a glance at the floor and shook his head again, slipping into a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, picking up his wallet. He gave one last look at his slumbering marefriend, then gently closed the door, heading to the main floor and writing a note on the back desk near the stairs. If she awoke, she'd see this and know where he went.

He had to go out... there wasn't enough floor polish for the mess.

A pegasi stallion nudged his two friends, and they sat up, looking to where he was pointing. Just entering the main square of the cloud town of Cloudsdale was the one pony who was the source of endless hours of their amusement during their teenage years. There was something different about her this time, walking with a confidence that wasn't put on. With a nod of his head and a few snickers, the three flew up above the roofs of the cloud homes, following her.

It didn't take long for them to realise where they were heading, and knew that they'd have to strike soon. The larger of the stallions shot forward and down, landing in front of the mare with a smirk. “Heya Rainbow Crash. Long time no see.”

“Get outta my way, Score. I'm busy.”

“Aww, don't you want some more fun?” He wiggled his eyebrows at her, but she just stepped back and glared at him. “Don't look like that, Dumb Bell and Hoops think it'd be fun to hang out with you for a bit. What do ya say? I'll make it worth you while...” She dropped her glare for a sheepish smile, stepping close and wrapping her arms around her neck, pulling him down and blowing her warm breaths over his ears, following with a whisper.

“Turn around.” He did as she said, eyes going wide at what he saw. It was the largest pegasus he had ever seen, his friends being held up by the scruffs of their necks, one in each hand. He let his gaze roam over their form, standing nearly two heads higher. The newcomer was wearing a strange kind of armour with a spear slung around his shoulders. Score turned back around and grinned at the mare.

“So... is that your marefriend, huh Crash? Pretty butch.”

“No, this is Boreal Spear, a warrior from Pegasopolis. I suggest you three leave before he gets truly angry.” The blue furred stallion turned back as a shadow fell over him, looking up at the glaring face of the soldier. He dumped his friends to the cloud floor and offered his hand to Dash, who took it with a small blush as he escorted her away. The three stallions soon flapped their wings and fled, fearing for their safety.

As soon as they rounded the next corner, Spear was pressed against a cloud home as Dash leapt around his neck, firmly pressing her muzzle against his in an openly public passionate kiss. The sound of a stallion clearing his throat made them pull apart, and Dash let go of him, jumping around the slightly smaller pegasus male. “Hi, daddy!”

Spear's eyes went wide as Rainbow's father looked him over with a discerning eye, before turning around and crossing the street, Dash grabbing Spear's hand and pulling him along, following the other stallion into a large gateway, and they walked up some cloud steps, where his mouth dropped open upon seeing the large, opulent cloud mansion. He was led right up to the door where Rainbow's father waved the mare in first, took one more look at Spear... and then slammed the door in his face. He just stood there blinking in surprise.

“DAD! He's my friend!” The stallion finished locking the door, turning around and glaring at his daughter, striding past her and into the lounge. There was another mare in there, one that was older than she looked, thanks to her job keeping her fit and healthy. Dash's head immediately dropped, and she shrank back into herself. “Hi... mom.”

“Rainbow, nice to see you.” The younger mare walked in and sat on the couch opposite her parents, their scrutinizing gaze still levelled at her. She suddenly realised that this was a bad idea, and should've tried when they'd both be at the academy. “So... how have you been?”

“Not bad... the job you helped me get is working out well. I'm in charge of the entire Ponyville area now.”

“Good, perhaps you have learnt some responsibility after all.” Her mother's comment stung deeply, bringing the painful memory of their last meeting to her mind. “What do you want?”

“Straight to the point, huh? Fine, I wanna see dad's family record, then I'll leave, it's obvious you don't want me here.”

“Wrong.” Both mares turned to look at the stallion, who was glaring at Dash still. “You are not leaving this house until I say so! You have a lot of explaining to do!” A stack of photos were thrown onto the coffee table between them, spreading out to reveal pictures of the mare at various points in her life, from the Grand Galloping Gala to Shining Armour's wedding. “Now start talking!”

“You think I have to explain myself to you? I'm an adult, and what you are doing is nothing short of abduction! I will leave when I am ready!”

“Oh really? And just how are you going to get out of the strongest door a pegasus can buy?” Spear had his ear to the front door, listening in as soon as he heard the raised voices, then stepped back and prepared himself. He didn't have to wait long.

“BOREAL SPEAR!” He shot forward, the cloud structure around the door disintegrating, bringing his spear to his front and charging into the house, standing between Dash and the other couple. They had jumped into each other's arms from the violent crash, and a hand on the massive pegasus' shoulder made him step out of the way. “This is my friend, Boreal Spear. He's from Pegasopolis.”

“Your friend? So why did you have your tongue down his throat outside? And Pegasopolis? Don't make me laugh! That place has been lost for decades! You will both leave my house, and never return!”

“This is your father?” Dash nodded at Spear, he just placed his weapon across his back and turned to the other stallion. “Do you even know who your own daughter is, where your family comes from? I can see traits in her that you can only wish to achieve. You sir, are arrogant, obnoxious, and self absorbed. It is a wonder that Miss Dash turned out so well as she did with you as a father. Now, just give us your ancestral history and we shall be on our way.”

There was the sound of thudding in the hallway, causing all four pegasi to turn, seeing a squad of Royal Guards in the house, swords drawn. Spear went to grab his weapon, but a voice from behind the guards bid him stop a moment. “Stay thy swords! He is not to be harmed!” A mare with a cloak and hood over her head came from behind. Her hand came up and dropped the hood, Spear snarling as he brought his weapon out.

“Stay back, demon. I know not how you escaped the moon, but I will send you back!”

“You really believe that prophecy, Boreal Spear?”

“Just because we did not know of the war ending, it does not mean we do not know of you, Nightmare Moon.”

“Oh, I see. Miss Dash, could you please tell your coltfriend who I am?”

“Spear...” He turned around to see the younger pegasus mare looking at the ground, her cheeks tinted pink. “Remember how I met Twilight? This is Princess Luna, Princess Celestia's younger sister.” The stallion took one glance at the alicorn, before dropping his spear and dropping low to the floor... until a foot nudged his leg. “Get up, she doesn't like things like that!”

“Verily, Miss Dash speaks the truth. Now then... you two.” Luna walked over to where Dash's parents had backed away, smiling down at them. “I believe they wish to see your ancestral documents. Well, I do not see them yet.” The rainbow maned stallion shot out of the room, banging coming from further down the hall as the pegasus mare walked over to her daughter.

“So... coltfriend?” Dash looked at the softly smiling Spear before looking to her mother and nodding, her cheeks now burning up. The elder mare walked up to and around him, going over his form. “Hmm, well it's obvious he can protect you... are you really from Pegasopolis?”

“Yes mom, he...”

“Let him speak, Rainbow! Well?”

“Yes ma'am, that is my home. We came back with her highness, Princess Scootaloo. My name is Boreal Spear, and it is a pleasure to meet you.” She giggled as he took her hand and bowed, kissing the limb.

“Oh, he has manners, door breaking notwithstanding. I approve, Rainbow. You may rise, Mr Spear. My name is Fleetfoot, and I welcome you into our home.” Her father came back in, grumbling all the while, with a large scroll and he placed it on the table. “And this is Rainbow Strike, my husband and Dash's father.” The two stallions just regarded each other with stone faces, causing Dash to sigh and Fleetfoot to giggle. “Oh just ignore him, he's always like this when my little Dashie brings a colt home.”

Boreal Spear then felt a pang of sympathy for the mare whose cheeks were now a bright pink, walking over and wrapping her in one of his large wings, hiding her from the room. His ears twitched as he caught a whispered thanks, pulling the mare with him to one of the couches in the room. “Well then, now things seem to be settling down here, I must return to my watch of the new princess, ensure she is doing well.” The guards followed Luna as she walked out of the gap in the wall, using her magic to fix the door.

“Is that mare really a princess?” Rainbow stuck her head out of Spear's wing, glancing out at her father. With an encouraging nuzzle from the stallion, she moved to his side and leant forward, unrolling the scroll. She returned to his side and nodded to him as he understood everything. He took a good look, tracing back through her grandparents and deeper, before turning to her with a smile.

“Just as I thought, Rainbow. Look here, Storm Leader.”

“Who?”

“That's Commander Hurricane's code name. And Private Pansy was his wife.” There was a squeal of glee from the mare as she threw her arms around his neck, pressing into a passionate kiss. Boreal Spear pointedly started at Rainbow Strike, ignoring the growling stallion, before closing his eyes and reciprocating the mare's affection.

Author's Notes:

Yes, I made Fleetfoot her mom, and her dad an asshole. It will be revealed why later, but it's the usual thing with a sporty daughter.

So much for twenty five chapters. I have the final scene written out, and the final line... I think you're all going to like it. And if you don't...

...I'm coming for you...