Sunset idly played with her pencil, waiting for French class to start.

“Hey,” Rainbow Dash nudged her in the elbow, sitting next to her.

“Rainbow Dash!” Sunset exclaimed. “You’re here, too?”

“Yeah,” Dash crossed her arms, “my advisor told me I needed a foreign language credit, so here I am.”

“Same,” Sunset said. She looked at the desk. “Shouldn’t the teacher be here by now?”

“I don’t know. Ooh, do you think maybe we could skip class today?” Dash said, a mischievous grin on her face. Sunset, an academic, was offended at her casual dismissal of the academic system.

Just when it seemed to be waiting almost too long, the class door opened. Principal Celestia entered.

“Hello, students!” Celestia said. “Apologies for the delay. We still had some paperwork to sort out. But that’s all taken care of, so, please, allow me to introduce your new teacher, Mademoiselle Dagi.”

A woman entered after Celestia. She was tall, curvy, and busty. She wore a cyan latex dress with short, puffy sleeves and a ruffled skirt, which hugged her cleavage and pushed it up, as well as a tight belt and fingerless gloves, all of which was capped off by a matching cyan beret. Though what struck Sunset most was her lips, painted with a deep cyan shade of lipstick that matched her eye color. Sunset thought she looked familiar.

“Bonjour, élèves,” Dagi said. She spoke with a pronounced French accent. “Are we ready to learn this fine day?”

The students barely paid her any attention, having given up on the class during their long wait. Some of them fiddled with erasers, others played on their phones.

Dagi scowled.

Celestia turned to Dagi with an apologetic smile. “I’m terribly sorry about this, Mademoiselle. Sometimes the students need a little time to warm up to new teachers. I’m sure, if you give them a while-”

“Apologies are not necessary,” Dagi said, holding up her hand. “I know how to deal with a rowdy crowd.” She picked up a ruler from the desk drawer. She gave its edge a flick to test its readiness, then smacked it hard against the desk, producing a sharp snap that grabbed the students’ attention.

“Now then, where were we?” Dagi said.

“Looks you have it handled,” Celestia left.

“For today, we’re going to start with some simple basics,” Dagi produced a sheet of notebook paper. “Now, there are some words that are very important for you to learn. I’ve written them on this piece of paper. Please pass it around until it reaches the whole class and highlight what I’ve written in your textbooks or your notes.”

Dagi walked up to Sunset, her cleavage jiggling hypnotically, the tightness of the latex pushing her boobs back and forth. Sunset blushed at seeing such an erotic display up close, and it seemed to please Dagi.

Dagi handed Sunset the paper, and Sunset made her notes before handing it to the student behind her.

In the process of writing them, Sunset discovered Dagi’s choice of words. They were an interesting choice of words for the first day.

Soumettre meaning submit, obéit for obey, amour, love, and aime-moi, French for love me.

“Hey, Rainbow Dash,” Sunset whispered, holding her notes up for Rainbow to see. “Isn’t this kind of an odd choice for the first day?”

“I think she might be a dominatrix,” Dash replied. “I mean, look at that outfit.”

Sunset did in fact look at that outfit. “Don’t you think she looks familiar?”

“Mm. Nope,” Dash said. “Sometimes people look like other people, Sunset. I wouldn’t worry too much about it.”

“No whispering in the class,” Dagi snapped. Dash and Sunset went back to their own desks.

A student handed Dagi back the piece of paper.

“Ah. Tres excellent. Now, if everyone’s done with that, we can start practicing with our greetings.” Dagi clapped her hands. “I want everyone to find a partner. It can be your friend, or your neighbor. Just find someone you can trust. Trust is very important in a relationship, don’t you agree?”

After practicing their greetings for awhile, the class bell rang and the students left, turning in some notes for Dagi to go over.

“Hey, teacher,” Dash said, stopping Sunset in her tracks. “My friend Sunset thinks she’s seen you before.”

“Oh? Interesting,” Dagi said, looking amused.

“I didn’t say that, exactly,” Sunset said. “I just said you look familiar.”

“I see,” Dagi said. She picked up a note. “Mm. Sunset, could you stop by my office after class? I want to talk to you about your work.”

“Oh.” Sunset didn’t think she’d done that badly on it. “Okay. Yeah, I can do that.” She walked out of the classroom with a touch of concern. Dagi watched her go with a smirk.

Sunset knocked on the door to Dagi’s office.

“Come in, darling!” Dagi called. Sunset went inside. It was a very sparse office, with few papers. Dagi was busy applying lipstick to her mouth. She looked at herself in a pocket mirror and made a pop with her mouth.

“You wanted to see me?” Sunset asked, taking a seat.

“Yes,” Dagi said. She drew her lipstick across the mirror, then turned around it to show Sunset. The lipstick on the mirror created an optical illusion that made it seem like Sunset was wearing the lipstick. “What do you think?”

Sunset couldn’t keep back a smile, thinking she looked good with the makeup on. “Looks pretty.”

“Yes,” Dagi snapped the mirror shut. She twirled it around in her hand. “You’re very pretty, Sunset. You must get a lot offers - and a lot of requests for kisses.” Dagi popped her lips.

“I … guess so?” Sunset said. She shook her head. “Why do you even care, anyway? You didn’t call me in here just to ask about my love life, did you?”

“I guess not,” Dagi drew her lipstick over her mouth. She laid the lipstick down on the desk and took a deep breath, the sound of which drew Sunset to her lips - her shiny, luscious lips.

“Sunset?” Dagi said. “Is something the matter? You seemed a little spaced out.” She emphasized this by pursing her lips.

“No, no,” Sunset said. “Sorry, I’m fine. I just got a little distracted.”

“Distracted?” Dagi asked, bringing a finger up to her mouth, pressing it against her lower lip. “Distracted by what?”

Sunset squeaked, not sure how to answer.

Dagi chuckled. “Anyway. I wanted to compliment you on your good work in class.” She held up Sunset’s note. “This is some excellent penmanship.”

“Oh.” Sunset didn’t expect to be called in here for compliments. “Thank you.”

“You seem to have a good understanding of the words already,” Dagi said. “Words like soumettre and obéit.”

Soumettre. Obéit. The words echoed in Sunset’s head. She felt sleepy.

“Excellent words, aren’t they? Soumettre. Obéit. Soumettre. Obéit. Of course, we haven’t gotten to one of the most important words of all - bise,” Dagi said.

“Bise?”

“It means ‘kiss,’” Dagi explained. She popped her lips again. “Sunset …”

Dagi placed a finger under Sunset’s chin and tilted her sleepily drooping head up.

“Would you like a kiss from me?”

Sunset’s gaze focused on Dagi’s thick, rich blue lips. The words were bouncing around in her head, and she seemed unable to stop thinking about Dagi’s lips. Soumettre. Obéit. Soumettre. Obéit. Sunset nodded.

“Excellente.” Dagi stood up and bent over the desk, grabbing Sunset’s cheeks. She placed smooch after smooch on Sunset’s cheek, leaving behind multiple lipstick marks and coloring Sunset’s cheek blue.

“You love my kisses, Sunset. Tu aimes mes bisous. You would do anything for them.”

“I would do … anything for your kisses,” Sunset said, closing her eyes.

Dagi grabbed Sunset’s head and rubbed it against her cleavage.

“You love my class. Tu aimes mes clase. You love me. My class is your favorite class. You want to do well in my class above all else - even if it means sacrificing your other classes.”

“Your class is my favorite class,” Sunset repeated. “Votre classe est ma classe préférée.”

“And when I pop my lips like this,” Dagi made a pop to demonstrate, “you’ll feel compelled to obey me. Obeit. Oui?”

“Pop lips… obéit.”

“You want to do well. You want to be a good student for me. And a good student soumet and obeit. Can you do that for me?”

“Yes,” Sunset said.

“Good,” Dagi said. “Now, I’m going to give you a kiss on the lips. When I do, you’re going to have a petite mort. You know what that means? It translate literally into ‘little death,’ but really, it means ‘orgasm.’ You’re going to have an orgasm when I kiss you on the lips, understand? You’re going to cum, and after I clean you up, you’re going to walk out of this room and forget any of this happened … until I kiss you again. Now, pucker up.”

Dagi pulled Sunset out from her cleavage and pressed her thick lips to Sunset’s mouth and while reaching a hand down Sunset’s skirt and stroking Sunset’s vagina to increase the association in Sunset’s mind between the kiss and sexual pleasure. Sunset gasped and moaned, popping her legs as cum sprinkled out from her cunt. After Dagi parted their lips, Sunset wobbled, giggling.

“Good girl,” Dagi said. “Bonne fille.” She took out a box of tissues and dabbed Sunset’s skirt until it was dry, or at least until her cum wasn’t obvious.

“Now go play,” Dagi said, waving Sunset off.

Sunset left the office, skipping and prancing down the hallway, giggling like a complete loony schoolgirl who found everything funny. Behind her, as the door swayed back and forth, Dagi smirked.

Sunset thought the word choices for next day were odd as well. They included such words as surrender, (abandonner) mindless, (stupide), and phrases like good girl (bonne fille) and good boy (bon garcon).

“That’s all the time we have for today,” Dagi said. “See you tomorrow, class. Bonne journée.”

The students piled out of the door into the hall. Sunset was about to head home, reflecting on Dagi’s oddities to herself, when she saw a lipstick stain on a student’s cheek. She wouldn’t have said anything were it not the same color as Dagi’s lipstick.

“Hey,” Sunset said, placing a hand on his shoulder. “Where’d you get that? Are you okay? What’s with that look in your eye?”

The student turned her with a dopey grin on his face. “Oui, oui, je vais bien! J'aime Mademoiselle Dagi!”

Sunset narrowed her eyes. She marched back into the classroom.

“You!” Sunset pointed at Dagi at she was packing up her things.

“Moi?” Dagi said, gesturing to her chest, blatantly trying to draw Sunset’s eyes to her bobs. “What about moi?”

“You’re doing something weird to the students!” Sunset said. “I just talked to a boy, and he was talking completely in French when you’ve barely taught the rest of us a sentence! I should have known something was up! I mean, teaching things like submit and obey on the first day?”

“Sunset, you wound me with these hurtful wounds,” Dagi said, though she didn’t sound very wounded, just bored. “Aren’t I a good enough teacher for you?”

“Good enough? I don’t know, maybe,” Sunset said. “I’m not going to give you the chance to prove it. Even if you are, someone who just goes around kissing students and doing - whatever you did to him - can’t be allowed to teach!” Sunset turned towards the door.

“I’m reporting you to the Principal,” Sunset said.

“No, you’re not,” the Mademoiselle said.

“Just try and stop me.” Sunset marched towards the door.

“I think I will.”

Dagi grabbed Sunset by the shoulder and pulled her back roughly with a strong tug.
The Mademoiselle threw Sunset against the desk and pinned her arms. Sunset struggled, shaking her wrists.

“Don’t struggle,” Dagi said. “I’m your favorite teacher, Sunset. You would never do anything to hurt me.”

“What are you talking about?” Sunset grunted. She tried to kick her attacker, but Dagi dug a heel into her foot before Sunset could life.

Dagi leaned in her, Her latex-bound cleavage dangled and jiggled above Sunset and pulled her view, oddly hypnotic, bearing down on Sunset like an inescapable valley. Sunset also discovered an inability to pull her gaze away from Dagi thick, shiny, colorful deep lips.

“Remember, Sunset,” Dagi said, “the best thing you want is a bise from me.”

“Bise?” Sunset asked. She felt tired and sleepy despite being in a tense sensation. She tried to recall what that meant.

Dagi gave Sunset a kiss on the lips. Sunset moaned and shivered, and Madam let go of Sunset’s wrists when she felt the tension in Sunset go away.

Sunset jerked on the table. She remembered what bizou meant - it meant kiss, and she loooved kisses from Dagi.

Her labia twitched, opening and closing and leaking cum slowly like a valve being turned on and off with a plug in the pipes. It poured out from under Sunset’s skirt and spooled together next to Madam’s feet.

Dagi broke the kiss off, leaving her distinctive lipstick mark on Sunset’s face.

“Did you like that, Sunset Shimmer?” Dagi asked, cupping Sunset’s chin.

“Yes.” Sunset answered, nodding. “You’re my favorite teacher, madam. I would never do anything to hurt you.” She giggled, running a finger across her lips and smearing the lipstick over her face.

“Didn’t that feel good, Sunset?” Dagi asked. “Didn’t my kiss, your orgasm feel so good?”

“Yes,” Sunset said, “it felt … so good. I love your bizous, Madam. I love your lipstick.”

“But you noticed something, didn’t you?” Dagi asked. “It could have felt better, couldn’t it? Your orgasm was weak, wasn’t it? I mean, look at this,” the Madam gestured to the puddle Sunset’s cum had made. “You call this cumming?”

Sunset blushed, embarrassed. She looked away, unable to face Madam. She had let Madam down, and she felt ashamed of herself for it.

“Oh, Sunset, sweetie, don’t give me that look,” Madam cupped Sunset’s cheek and pulled Sunset towards her. “It’s not your fault your orgasm is so weak.”

“It’s not?”

“No, it’s mine,” Dagi said. “I haven’t made you love me enough. But I’ll fix that soon, and when I do, you’ll cum plenty. Tell you what, why don’t we do this …” she drew circles on Sunset’s chest with her finger. “Every time I kiss you, you’ll love me more and more than the last time. The more you love me, the more you’ll cum, until you start being able to fill bottles with your juices. Each successive kiss will bring you greater and greater pleasure and ecstasy, until you can’t love me any more than you do. You’ll be completely devoted to me …”

Madam smack her lips, showing off her lipstick.

“And my lips.”

“Okay!” Sunset giggled, not knowing what she was agreeing to in her fugue.

“And you’ll more kisses from me if you’re a good, obedient student who does what teacher tells you to do,” Madam said. “Make teacher happy, and I’ll make you happy. Happier beyond your wildest dreams …”

“Okay!” Sunset nodded eagerly.

“Good,” Madam said. “We’ll need to get you a change of clothes.” Madam took her hand off Sunset’s chest. “But for now, go play with your friends.” She gestured towards the door, and Sunset took off running, not even minding the cum sloshing around in her panties.

After she left, Madam smirked to herself. She got some lipstick and some mirror and reapplied her lipstick.

Sunset walked down the hallway, skipping and giggling to herself. She groaned and lurched, slapping herself to knock herself out of it.

“Hold it together, Sunset! Fight it!” Sunset said to herself. “You need to report this to Celestia!”

“You,” Dagi said, grabbing Sunset’s shoulder from behind, “are frustratingly strong-willed, did you know that?”

Dagi turned Sunset around, grabbed her cheeks, and planted another kiss on Sunset’s mouth. Sunset giggled and moaned as a bit of drool emitted from mouth. Her thighs danced as a light amount of cum slowly oozed out of her vagina.

“Uh?” Sunset groaned in confusion as Dagi pulled away, a stand of drool between their lips.

Dagi waved her fingers in front of Sunset’s face. “Sleep for me, Sunset. Dors pour moi.”

Sunset tripped out, reality blurring.

The hallway disappeared, leaving an empty blackness, the only thing left from the real world being Mademoiselle Dagi standing in front of her. Dagi smirked and blew a kiss at Sunset. A giant pair of disembodied lips appeared behind Dagi, then swallowed her up, leaving itself as the only thing Sunset could see.

The giant lips smiled, moaned and giggled. The mouth popped its lips, and the pop was the last thing Sunset heard. She went out cold, fading into the darkness.

Author's Notes:

So, as mentioned in the description, this was an idea by Trepphacs.

As we discussed it, I became fascinated by the idea of someone (in this case, Adagio) brainwashing/hypnotizing a victim to start speaking and thinking in a foreign language to them and absorbed it so thoroughly that they start to think the second language is actually their first ...

Intéressant, non?

Unfortunately, I'm a English speaker with only some Spanish experience, so I'm going to be using Google Translate for this. If you're a fluent Spanish, French, or German speaker, I'd be happy to have you aboard if you wanted to help!