Silver stared sternly at her reflection in the changing room. This was her first trip to Fantastic Fantasies, and she could barely quiet her excitement. Standing up straight, she patted down her plain white blouse and almond skirt. Her mane and tail had each been tied into buns; all the better for when they were to be let down. She pushed up her thick rimmed glasses, thinking seriously on whether she should just leave them. Then again, she could also undo the buns, open a few buttons on her blouse, and ravage her mane to give her that extra wild look!

“No!” the bat scolded herself. “You’re supposed to be the stoic and respectful teacher. Don’t get ahead of yourself.” Her advice was easier given than exercised herself she rubbed her thighs together in anticipation.

The main room was set up like a modest little school. The walls were lined with maps and various diagrams, the window had a very convincing illusion of a quiet pasture at noon to add to the atmosphere, and the chalkboard where the day’s lesson, ‘Sexual Education,’ had been written. Fantastic Fantasies held templates for their more popular scenarios, allowing their customers to not have to start from scratch all the time. This one in particular had been borrowed from Celestia’s collection. Apparently she really had a thing for teacher-student play.

In the front sat Bookworm, an honor student unicorn in her white t-shirt and flannel skirt. Her books had been arranged nice and neat on her desk, right next to her homework. There was no doubt she would get a perfect score, again. She had to take regular breaks from her primp and proper character to pull at her thong, which kept trying to ride up and give her a wedgie.

Beside her sat Scowl, the class delinquent. He had no respect for his teacher’s authority, which was why he had not worn the school’s uniform as he slouched in his chair so that he could prop his legs up on his desk. His desk was free of all clutter, as he was too cool to actually care about school. He picked at his fingernails, trying his best to look tough. Spying Bookworm, he blew the mare a kiss in his best impression of an alpha male asserting his dominance. She caught it with a proud smile and stored it in the back of her panties, forcing him to avert his gaze with a blush.

In the back row sat the lone Bubble Butt, or Bubbles for short. It had been a long and grueling negotiation to get Luna to call herself something other than Perfect Ass. She was the class dunce who always did poorly, no matter how hard she worked. Her desk was an absolute mess as she worked diligently to make sure everything looked out of place. Her limp mane had been haphazardly tied in a bow, one that would quickly fall apart at the slightest tug. She’d decided to make her outfit as messy as her desk, buttoning only every other button and pulling her skirt down just enough so that her red thong was visible. Bubbles watched the exchange between Bookworm and Scowl, imagining that the honor student held private tutoring sessions for the rebel because he secretly cared about his grades, or at least her. The thought made her giddy with excitement as she fell into her role.

Throughout the schoolroom, magic was employed in the shapes of ponies which filled the remaining vacant seats of the schoolroom. They were second rate illusions, showing no signs of life and likely wouldn’t convince a five year old of their realness. However, for the purpose of the evening’s game, they served as a passable background.

At long last, the teacher entered the classroom with various bags in tow. Harsh Punishment may have been small, but the look she gave her students made it clear who was in charge. Even Scowl sat up straight, though he made sure to scowl back at Harsh as he challenged her authority. “Alright class.” She began by uncaringly dropping her bags to the floor around her. “Shut up and pass your homework to the front.”

“T-teacher?” Bubbles timidly raised her hand.

“What?” Harsh’s tone made it clear she was in no mood for trouble makers. The way Bubbles wilted under her glare filled her stomach with warm tingles.

“Sh-shouldn’t you take roll call first?”

Harsh blinked. That would be proper procedure, but she needed to stick to her character, a teacher who was in no mood to let her students have any control. Going through the list of fake students might have been good for building suspense, but she didn’t have the patience for that kind of tedium at the moment. “Quiet!” she snapped. “I can see you’re all here. One more smart remark from you and you’ll be punished!” She pulled her tools out from her bag and slammed them on her desk for all to see. They consisted of a variety of paddles, rulers, and a lime green double-sided dildo that everyone recognized as molded after a certain human’s dick, if a bit larger.

Bubbles whimpered, licking her lips. It was tempting to not behave after such a ‘threat,’ but she knew there’d be time enough for that later. For now she complied, passing her paper up to Scowl, who in turn passed it to one of the fake students. The papers went along the line, accumulating more and more sheets of meaningless scribbles until they found their way to Bookworm, who brought the papers up to the teacher’s desk.

Harsh flipped through the papers before dropping them down on her desk with a horse’s huff. “Scowl. I noticed your homework isn’t in this stack.”

“Oh that’s bogus.” He curled his lip in a snarl as he channeled his inner jock. The whole thing felt weird. “Ten pages on the history of, uh,” he floundered, “whatever. Just like you said.”

Harsh folded her arms in bemusement over her chest as she regarded her student. “History of ‘whatever’, for sexual education?”

“Yeah, that’s it,” Scowl corrected hurriedly. “The history of sexual education and how views have changed over the centuries. I did that.”

“Really now?” Harsh asked as she leaned against the side of her desk. The script she’d been given was tragically vague. It had a beginning and an end goal, but everything else was only guidelines and general freeform. Her only option was to follow Scowl’s lead and see where it went. “Do you have any proof?”

“It’s, uh,” he gazed over at Moonlight’s character, trying to remember her name. “Bookworm! Yeah, you got my papers, didn’t you… toots?” That felt so wrong to say.

“Oh, uh, yes,” Bookworm eventually answered. “I saw a paper with his name on it. I had it, right before I gave it to, um, Bubbles.”

“What?” Bubbles asked.

“Hey, that’s right,” Scowl said in his best condescending sneer. “I bet Bubbles took my homework.”

“Bu-tha-you saw!” Bubbles stammered meekly. “I handed him my homework. Then Bookworm-”

“Quiet!” Harsh snapped, silencing the mare. The bat heaved an exasperated sigh as she watched her student grind her thighs together. “Bubbles. You stand accused by two of your fellow students of stealing homework. How do you respond?”

Bubbles puffed out her lip in her best whimpering pout. It was so unfair, the way she was being singled out in blatant disregard for the facts. Bubbles was all alone at the mercy of her teacher and class, and it was just a little exciting. “But I… I didn’t.”

“Fine,” Harsh sighed. “Because I’m a bad teacher who is itching to get fired,” she snorted, “I suppose I’ll just go with the majority and assume your guilt.”

Nice lamp shading, Thomas thought.

Harsh gave her desk a firm slap. “Bubbles. Please come to the front.”

With a defeated slump, Bubbles rose from her desk and began her march of shame to the front. “Yipe!” The mare jumped near two meters in the air before slowly gliding back down like a feather.

“Bubbles!” Harsh scolded. “What are you doing?”

“I-it wasn’t me!” Bubbles pleaded as she rubbed her sore rump. “S-somepony pinched me.”

As if in answer, Bookworm began to conspicuously whistle as she looked anywhere but at her victim. Bubbles glowered at her loathsome assailant, licking her lips in want. However, a harsh cough from Harsh brought her back into character and she resumed her march.

Scowl met Bookworm’s eyes and he gave her an impressed half-smile. “Just couldn’t resist, could ya?” he whispered.

“And yet you did,” she countered teasingly.

“Well then, Bubbles,” Harsh announced as she did her best to look intimidating while craning her neck back to look up at her trouble student. “What are we going to do with you?”

“Oh! Oh!” Bookworm raised her hand excitedly.

“Yes, Bookworm. Do you have some thoughts?”

Bookworm gave a devilish grin. “Since she took Thom-Scowl’s homework, I think it’s only fair if she make it up to him, personally.”

“That’s certainly one approach,” Harsh agreed nonchalantly. “Although, I can’t help but wonder if that would properly teach her a lesson.”

“She took my homework,” Scowl cut in. “Maybe you can use her body to teach all of us today’s lesson?”

Harsh touched her chin in thought. “Well, I suppose a live specimen would be a boon to our lesson.” She thought it over a bit longer. “Yes. For her punishment, Bubble Butt will serve as a live demonstration.”

Bookworm began to applaud and Scowl joined soon after.

“Indeed,” Harsh beamed happily as she looked back up to her student. “Bubble Butt. For the purposes of this demonstration, I’m going to ask you to strip.”

Bubbles fidgeted in place as she glanced between her teacher and fellow students. “D-do I have to?”

“You can either do it yourself, or I shall let your classmates take a more … ‘hands on’ approach them do it for you,” she pointed a thumb over at the others.

Again, it was a difficult decision for Bubbles to make, but she decided to stay in-character. She began with her blouse, slowly unbuttoning from top to bottom until the only things keeping her ample cleavage hidden were her own hands. After another warning from her teacher, Bubbles let her sweater puppies free.

They’d agreed that, for this scenario, clothing was to be considered the norm. As such, all the illusion students donned varying degrees of lustful smirks. It had taken Luna a while to get into the mindset, but she was just so fascinated by what she’d seen of human views on nudity from Thomas’ dream memories that she wanted to give it a try.

After spending so long in Thomas’ dreams, she’d gotten a pretty good idea of what it really meant to feel naked. It was embarrassing, shameful, but also a little liberating. It was strangely exciting to just pull her hands apart and leave nothing hidden. Her excitement swelled into an itching heat between her legs as she told herself that she was doing this in front of strangers and not loved ones who had already seen her in all her naked glory a hundred times over. Thomas had helped by pointing out that the alicorns were some of the only ponies to wear clothes almost all of the time, which made her nudity more taboo. He also suggested that some of the illusion students be modeled after ponies Luna didn’t especially care for to help her feel added embarrassment at being disgraced in front of them.

“The rest, Miss Bubbles,” Harsh warned as she pulled a yardstick from the desk and began threateningly tapping it against her palm.

Bubbles gave a hurried nod and slid her blouse the rest of the way off before moving on to remove her skirt. Biting her lip, the mare turned around and began wagging her hips from side to side as she shimmied her way out of the garment. She smiled as she peeked over her shoulder to watch the way her fellow students’ eyes followed her every sway, like cats with a cat toy. Even the teacher had been taken in by the sight. Eventually the skirt fell to the floor and she unceremoniously kicked it off to the side.

“Ms. Harsh,” Bubbles squeaked. “I-isn’t this enough? M-must I t-take it all off?”

Harsh licked her lips as her eyes trailed up and down the alicorn’s immense form. Her bat wings were stiff as she eyed her student’s remaining attire, the teasingly thin red thong and a pair of striped socks. “N-no,” she managed. “Those are fine.

“Now class,” Harsh cleared her throat, trying to collect herself. “For today’s lesson, we’ll be focusing on the anatomy of a mare. Bubble Butt. If you will be so kind as to mount the desk and assume the position?” She gestured.

Bubbles felt her blush deepen as she did as she had been instructed. The desk was average for ponies, which meant it was far too low for her immense form. As such, Bubbles had to bend over completely, resting her belly upon the firm wood and leaving her ample breasts to hang off the other side. Further, the relatively short desk meant that she had to spread her knees out a little in order to be comfortable. This only served to make her feel even more exposed as she felt a soft wind blow between her legs, causing her tail to partially flag.

“Oh my,” Harsh gasped. The sight of her lover’s rump presented so readily for use was almost too much to take. But she managed to keep her composure, remembering her role as a dom. “Yes. Well that’s,” she cleared her throat, “very nice.”

The thong remained, like an annoying little hair that had somehow managed to cling to the camera lens. A hair might have done more to conceal the alicorn’s glory. The puffy ring of her anus was clear for all to see as it peeked out from around the tiny string. Her marehood was no different as it began to hungrily wink, occasionally grabbing hold of the thin fabric and pulling it in, only to spit it back out.

I suppose it does not care for the taste, Harsh thought in amusement, only to clear her throat. “Now then, let us begin our lesson, shall we?”

Silver breathed heavily as she marched around to Luna’s other side, unable to help but look down at the alicorn’s trembling form. This is because of me, she thought. Proud, noble, and divine Luna is shaking in fear… because of my actions! The mere thought felt so obscene, but perhaps that was what made it so delicious. Luna, the most revered being in bat pony history, was on her knees at the mercy of her mistress, and Silver planned on enjoying it.

The bat mare brought her hand down with a crack, causing the alicorn’s ample rump to jiggle as she gave a startled yelp. “Alright class. Can anypony tell me what this is?” She gave the butt cheek an added squeeze for emphasis as her other hand brushed Bubbles’ tail out of the way, clearing the view.

“Oh! Oh!” Scowl eagerly raise his hand. “I know.”

“Scowl,” Harsh acknowledged.

“That’s a pony’s ass,” he proclaimed with a knowing smirk.

“The anatomically correct term is plot or flanks,” Harsh corrected. “But yes. This,” she slapped the rump again, “is a mare’s plot. Plots are very important to pony intercourse and are often used to judge the desirability of a pony. Stallions tend to prefer a larger, more plump backside as it allows them considerable cushion when mounting a mare. Conversely, a stallion’s plot is more desirable if it more toned and muscled, suggesting strong bloodlines that can be passed on to his offspring.”

Unable to help himself, Scowl ran a hand over his own rear as he looked on. There was definitely more muscle than when he’d first come to Equestria, but it still left much to be desired.

“Now look here, class,” Harsh continued as she pulled one of Bubbles’ butt cheeks to the side. “Here we see the subject’s marehood and anus. Both are partially concealed behind this string of a thong,” she explained as she dug a finger beneath the thin fabric, lifting it out a ways as she trailed down along Bubbles’ ass crack. “However, due to the subject’s immense size, both orifices remain plain to see even in spite of the subject’s attempt to cover both of them.” She finished by releasing the strip and allowing it to snap back into place.

“Teacher?” Bookworm asked sinisterly. “What’s that smell?”

“Ah. An excellent question,” Harsh congratulated as she pointed down to the winking lips of Bubbles’ marehood. “What you are now detecting is the smell of arousal. It is an involuntary physical response to stimuli. While both mares and stallions emit this particular odor, it is most apparent with mares.” She glanced briefly at Scowl. “As a courtesy to those with a weaker sense of smell, I invite all students to come up and take a whiff for yourselves.”

Scowl and Bookworm did as instructed, leaving the other students behind. The pair crouched down to their knees side by side before the mammoth rump, shared a wicked grin, and together pressed their faces forward. Bubbles covered her hand over her mouth to hide her cries as she felt the two go to work. At first, both mare and man hungrily licked at her labia before plunging their tongues deep inside.

Bubbles squirmed in place as she fought not to clench her butt cheeks around their heads. She could feel it, the way their tongues fought to reach and touch every inch they could. It was like a small shock of static when she felt their tongues touch insider her as they alternated their attention between her marehood and each other. For whatever reason, Bookworm decided to concede dominion over the alicorn’s vagina to the stallion, and instead she climbed over him to focus on the unclaimed land of her anus. Bubbles’ pucker opened readily to its new guest and her muffled screams grew all the louder as, without the stallion to distract her, Bookworm’s tongue was able to delve more deeply into the alicorn’s dark passage.

When her superior ears picked up the sound of lewd squelching not coming from behind her, Bubbles turned an eye on her teacher. Harsh’s right hand was hard at work on her own marehood as she focused intently on the sight before her, leaving her other hand twitching in frustration at being kept from where it wanted to go. The knowledge that her teacher was masturbating only added to Bubbles’ arousal as both tongues worked vigorously to bring her to orgasm. However, just as she felt she was about to overflow, Harsh lunged forward and yanked the students back, denying Bubbles her release.

“Now let us have none of that,” Harsh admonished. “This is a punishment as well as a lesson. If our dear Bubbles is brought to climax so early, then her mind will be addled by the afterglow and she will be unable to learn anything.”

Bubbles wanted to shout, to deny the allegations that a single orgasm would hinder her ability to think, but kept her mouth shut, as was befitting her character. So she did her best to calm herself down as she settled back onto the desk.

Scowl and Bookworm looked almost as disappointed as their bodies showed obvious signs of arousal. However, they nodded their acceptance as they sat on the floor before the moon’s moon.

“Teacher. Wouldn’t it be better if we took the desk away?” Bookworm asked.

Knowing where this was going, Harsh gave a wicked smile. “Perhaps. But first, what makes you believe that to be the case?”

Bookworm shared in the grin, before quickly nodded to Scowl to make sure he was paying attention. “Without the desk, the mare,” she purred, “would be forced to either support herself with her hands or lower her front half to the floor. Either would prop her butt up enough for, well, the best kinds of feelings,” she finished with a giggle.

“Indeed,” Harsh confirmed as she nodded to Bubbles. “Would you mind-”

The aroused mare didn’t even wait for the order to finish before her horn lit and the desk was teleported to the back of the class, leaving all of its contents to fall haphazardly to the ground, as she fell down to the floor, using her arms for support.

Harsh’s eyes widened in lust as she gazed upon the offered rump, but quickly regained her composure. “Yes, Bookworm. This position is indeed the most ideal for pleasing a mare,” she explained as she looped her fingers through the thong’s support strings and slid it down. “In this state, the mare’s body is most receptive to penetration and allows for any phallic instrument to reach much deeper than normal. This position also allows for optimal stimulation of the clit and other sensitive areas. Allow me to demonstrate.”

Harsh reached down for the dildo shaped like a human’s penis before pressing the tip to Bubble’s marehood. She teased along Bubble’s winking outer lips, causing them to momentarily increase their speed before she plunged the toy inside. Keeping a careful hold over the toy, Harsh then slowly extracted it from the mare’s moistened depths, only to plunge it in deeper than before.

“You see, class,” Harsh explained as she continued her thrusting. “While Bubbles is in this position, she is susceptible to receiving the optimum amount of stimulation a mare can receive.”

Fighting against the urge to start masturbating, Scowl managed to raise his own hand in inquiry. “So what about when you’re facing each other? Is that less pleasurable, or something?” He asked in genuine concern.

“Ah. The belly-to-belly position,” Harsh stated as she ceased in her thrusting, but left the dildo in place as she lectured. “The appeal of intercourse while facing your lover is more psychological than physical.” When Bubbles started thrusting her hips back in an effort to reach her desired climax, she was once again denied, Harsh simply set her hand warningly on the mare’s rump until she stopped. “Looking into your lover’s eyes is generally considered much more intimate, especially from the mare’s point of view. You might not hit all the same physical spots, but the emotions shared are often considered much more passionate.

“However, if you are asking which method leads to the better orgasms, I am afraid that is all down to preference,” Harsh explained as her fingers crept agonizingly close to Bubbles’ pucker. “Some ponies prefer the traditional pony style, but others prefer the intimacy of belly-to-belly.”

Scowl made a thoughtful sound. “So, would you say it’s best to just switch things up every now and then for, uh, the sake of variety?”

“Faust yes!” Bubbles cried through gritted teeth, startling a chuckle out of the others.

Harsh beamed widely as her middle finger began tracing circles around Bubbles’ brown star. “Oh most certainly,” she concurred. “Most ponies are content to go their entire lives only engaging in traditional pony style, but there are so many other avenues that are tragically ignored.” She grabbed hold of the dildo once more and resumed thrusting as she plunged a finger into Bubbles’ anus.

“Hold on!” Scowl proclaimed as he stood, bringing Harsh’s lesson to a halt as she awaited his explanation. “I, uh,” he hesitated, momentarily forgetting the words. “I still don’t really get it,” he asserted flatly as he gestured between himself and Bookworm. “I mean, we’re just students, aren’t we? Wouldn’t we learn better with a,” he gulped, “hands-on approach?”

Harsh ecstatically clapped her hands together. “Excellent idea! But how to do it?” She asked no one in particular as she stroked her chin in faux thought. “Oh. I think I know!” She declared proudly as she snatched the dildo out of Bubble’s marehood with a swift yank, earning a moan that was a mix of pain and longing. “Bookworm. You are instructed to hold this for the remainder of the lesson. Do with it as you see fit,” she explained with a wink before passing it on.

Bookworm, predictably, lifted the used end up to her snout and took a deep whiff of the alicorn’s pleasure fluids. Tentatively she flicked her tongue over the end and shuddered at the taste. “Oh yes,” she purred her gratitude.

“Right,” Harsh continued with a firm nod. “You are assigned to backdoor duty.” She pointed to just above the alicorn’s dripping slit. “You are to keep our dearly beloved’s rear nice and tender for the duration of the lesson. At the same time, you are to climb atop her back and ensure that her wings are properly tended to. Understood?”

Bookworm snapped to attention and gave a sharp salute. “Ma’am!”

“Scowl. Your duties will also be twofold,” Harsh ordered. “You shall sit before our dearly beloved Bubble’s moon on marehood duty. You are to not allow a single drop of precious fluids to escape from Bubble’s flower?”

Scowl nodded with the same sharp salute. “And the second part?”

Harsh smirked as she reached down for his pants and yanked them down, allowing his erection to spring to life in the open. She then ran a hand down her skirt before lifting the hem just an inch, indicating what lay beneath. “I trust you are capable of doing your duty.”

Scowl’s only answer was as an eager nod as his cock twitched its approval of this plan.

“And you?” Moonlight asked, sensing the façade was about to end.

Silver waved her hand down her body. Perhaps she’d pulled some unseen thread, because afterwards all of her clothes fell from her body, leaving her bare. Flipping her mane back with one last proud smirk, the bat displayed gymnast level agility as she grabbed hold of Luna’s and slid herself beneath the alicorn’s belly. She was positioned such that she was face to face with her beloved Princess, meaning a pair of mighty alicorn boobies were pressing firmly against and around her chest and upper belly.

The others scrambled to disrobe and assume their respective positions. Despite the immensity of Luna’s rear, it was still a little awkward for Moonlight to climb atop it and find a spot where she felt safe from falling off. Then, with a moist shlicking sound, she plunged the used end of the double-sided dildo into her marehood in one swift thrust, savoring the warmth of the alicorn’s own juices. Her own horn then lit, encasing the other end of the dildo in her magical glow, leaving behind a glossy sheen of lubricant as she positioned it just above Luna’s pucker.

Thomas’ vision was almost completely consumed by several mares’ asses. Above, Moonlight sat precarious, clinging her knees around Luna’s cutie marks as her engorged marehood winked around its mouthful directly overhead. In front, Thomas’ face was wedged several inches into Luna’s immense indigo butt cheeks and he hadn’t even touched her yet. He was, however, close enough to feel the immense heat radiate off of Luna’s hungry pussy as the combined scent of both mares’ arousal threatened to drown his nose. A bit of light was allowed to creep in below, where he saw the parted legs and winking, moist marehood of Silver just out of his reach.

Aware of where all of her lovers were positioned, Luna arched her back just so, sending Silver’s lower half sliding back right into Thomas’ lap. This jostling caused Moonlight to briefly lose her balance, sending her forward to grab onto Luna’s wings for balance and causing the first inch of the dildo to thrust into the mare’s anus, earning a combined moan from both mares. Seeing what had happened, Thomas grabbed Silver’s hips and positioned his cock at her entrance, where he patiently awaited a signal to begin.

“You ready to get bucked?” Silver asked through a fanged growl.

“Always!” Luna cried before kissing the smaller mare. And so it began.

Thomas and Moonlight immediately thrust into their respective partners as both mares moaned their approval into each other’s mouths. Moonlight dutifully got to work on stimulating Luna’s wings, massaging the bases in that way she knew that sent jolts of pleasure through the alicorn’s body. Her position still felt a little insecure, but she managed to pull her hips back, feeling the way Luna’s powerful anal muscles clenched and pulled at the dildo, only to thrust forward and drive the phallus deeply into both of them.

Thomas, meanwhile, pressed his face as deep as he could into Luna’s folds without obstructing his nose. At the same time he was digging his fingers into Silver’s cutie marks, judging the sounds both mares made as a sign of approval as he lifted Silver off of his lap, only to slam her back down. Overcoming the lustful odor, he also opened his mouth wide and extended his tongue, touching all the places he knew Luna liked while also guiding her delicious nectar into his maw.

Feeling the way Thomas smiled into her foal hole; Luna couldn’t help but do the same as she worked on Silver. Despite being crushed beneath the larger mare’s ample breasts, Silver’s kiss was passionate and aggressive. Had Luna not had the high ground, she was certain the bat mares affections would have been enough to push her back. But alas, that was not to be, so Silver contented herself by reaching up to pull and stroke at the alicorn’s mane and horn respectively.

Luna’s cry was mirrored by Silver as the smaller mare also felt stimulated on all fronts. As a mare, she was accustomed to be on the receiving end of a lover’s body weight, but usually from the back. However, recent trysts inspired by Thomas’ urgings had taught her the joys of being bottom while on her back. The way Luna’s massive chest pressed roughly against her smaller frame, sliding against her with each of Thomas’ thrusts, made it still a little weird, but in the best possible way. Thomas’ movements were awkward at first, moving her up and letting gravity pull her back down, but he quickly found a satisfying rhythm as he took greater control over her hips. He was using her like she was nothing but a tool for his pleasure, and she was liking it.

Luna’s nether lips clenched over Thomas’ face, warning him what was coming. He managed to pull away just in time as a torrent of alicorn love juice flooded his face. His mouth was still open wantonly as he drank as much as he could, but most of it still spilled out over his chest. That was faster than usual, he thought as he drank. Must have been all that teasing from earlier.

Moonlight’s climax followed closely after. Fluids leaked out around the dildo and onto Thomas’ face, her vanilla flavor mixing exquisitely with Luna’s more lemony juices. Feeling the way Silver clenched around him next, Thomas managed to time it just right so that he released his load with her. He did his best to plug her up, but Silver still managed to add to the fluids now covering his body. Yet when it was over and Thomas was ready to slump back in exhaustion, he noted that he was the only one.

Moonlight was still humping away at the gravid ass while Luna and Silver were still competing to eat each other’s faces. Feeling his own member go flaccid, Thomas caught the familiar jingle of magic as a glass of clear liquid floated up to him, encased in an indigo aura. The human took the glass eagerly and downed it in an instant. In mere seconds his cock, which was still sheathed in Silver’s folds, sprung back to life as a warmth of new energy spread through his body.

The night was not over just yet.

This was another story that had been on the backburner for quite a while. I’d read a few teacher/student play stories and wanted to give it a shot myself. And, I’ll admit, I liked the idea more than the actual product, be it mine or others’. Still, I’d say this was serviceable and hope you guys enjoyed. Enjoy the links to chapters that served as inspiration for this one.

Stay tuned for next time when the harem gets 2 new applicants.