Sugarcoat looked out the window, bored as she waited for class to start. Classes were always such a bore. But losing the Friendship Games hadn’t caused Cinch to be any less demanding in the performance she expected of her students.

Sugarcoat expected this to be another mind-numbing day of material she would blitz through easily, when she saw thought she Sunset Shimmer appear in the window and walk from one window to the next.

She rubbed her eyes to try and to be sure she wasn’t hallucinating.

“Did you see that?” Sugarcoat whispered to Indigo Zap.

“See what?” Indigo Zap said.

“Attention, class,” Cinch said, gracing the classroom with her presence. “There’s been a change of plans. We have a new professor for this course.”

“What?” Lemon Zest.

“But Ms. Cheerliee always teaches this class,” Lemon Zest said.

“I understand this may come as a shock, but understand that there is good reason for our decision,” Cinch said. “Besides, Cheerilee also teaching at Canterlot High was an untenable conflict of interest, and we only hired her …” she went quiet. “Because it’s been getting harder to hold on to our teachers after what happened at the Games. Allow me to present, your new teacher, Sola Blaze.”

A woman stepped into the room. She wore a black pencil skirt that swayed around her legs and purple sweater-vest with a white stripe through it. Flowing ong red and yellow hair that reached to her knees.

Sugarcoat stood at attention. This woman looked familiar, but she couldn’t quite place her finger on it.

“Hi, class!” Sola said. “I know I’m not the teacher you’re used to, but I hope you’ll all keep an open mind. If we work together and get along, we can make learning fun!”

The class rolled their eyes.

Sola grabbed a piece of chalk, tossed it up into the air, and caught it in her teeth, wiggling it around in her mouth like a cigar. That got the class’ attention as she did with an obvious suggestion of other things she could fit in there.

“Lots of fun,” Sola said, taking the chalk out and wiggling her eyebrows.

Miss Sola proceeded to give a lecture, entirely in rapidly spoken Spanish (commonly known to native Spanish speakers as “normal Spanish,” or espanol regular). Sugarcoat had to sit through it, not following anything she was saying for a good half-hour. The teacher scribbled notes furiously on the chalkboard and drew a few helpful illustrations, including a sun and a mouth. A rather detailed rendition of someone’s lips, for using only chalk.

Sugarcoat noticed the other students paying rapt attention, looking at Sola and nodding with interest. Though Sugarcoat had a sneaking suspicion they weren’t actually paying attention to the lecture and were just looking to get a good view of her curvaceous body. The boys because they liked the view, the girls because they couldn’t stand how someone could be lucky enough to have a figure like Sola’s.

The bell rang, signaling the end of their lesson.

“Bueno, estudiantes!” Sola said. “That’s all the time we have for today. Nos vemos!”

The students crowded out of the classroom. They talked between themselves about their feelings on the class. They discussed the teacher. Some of them even started slipping in a few phrases of Spanish that they somehow picked up from the lesson, despite barely engaging the teacher.

Sugarcoat was one of the last ones out, and she nearly jumped out of her skin when she felt a strong hand grip her shoulder.

Sugarcoat spun around to see it was Miss Sola who gripped her.

“Disculpeme, Sugarcoat. No fui … ahem, I didn’t mean to startle you,” Sola said. “I wanted to talk to you, if that’s okay?”

“Sure,” Sugarcoat said. She felt her eyes trailing down from Sola’s face down to Sola’s truly impressive breasts. She caught herself and tried to refocus her attention, but it was like the huge boobs had their own gravity. Sugarcoat’s eyes kept subtly rolling down to stare, like weighted marbles.

“You didn’t seem to be as into the lesson as the other students,” Sola said, crossing her arms and leaning against the wall, an action which allowed her to prop her boobs up and stretch her leg out so Sugarcoat could admire her thigh. “Would you mind explaining why?”

“I’m sorry,” Sugarcoat said, trying to shake off this fugue that seemed to be threatening to overwhelm her since Sola showed up. “You just … remind me of someone, and I can’t figure out why. I’m also … not as experienced with Spanish as someone in my grade should be.”

Sola cooed. “I’m sorry to hear that. I hope the person I remind you of was at least nice to you? I wouldn’t want to bring up anything … traumatizing.”

Sugarcoat shrugged. “Yeah. She was.”

“As for the Spanish, how about coming by my office some time?” Sola asked. “I’d be more than happy to tutor you … privately.”

The way she said privately made a shiver run through Sugarcoat’s spine.

“I’ll think about it, thanks,” Sugarcoat said.

“Anytime,” Sola said, waving goodbye before going back into the classroom.

Sugarcoat sighed and brushed a hand over her forehead, picking up sweat. Something about Sola still made her nervous, and uneasy. But she was clearly familiar. She was someone Sugarcoat knew once, or reminded her of someone that she did. But why couldn’t she remember who it was that Sola reminded her of so much?

She met up with Indigo Zap and Sunny Flare in the hallway.

“Hey, Sugarcoat,” Indigo said. Either Sugarcoat was letting off more than she realized, or Indigo had been training up her emotional intelligence, as she perceived that something was bothering Sugarcoat. “You okay, there?”

“Yeah, you got this deer in the headlights look on you,” Sunny Flare.

“I’m fine,” Sugarcoat said. “Listen, does something about the new Spanish teacher seem … off to you?”

“Off? Off how?” Indigo asked.

“I’ll tell you what’s off – those boobs,” Sunny Flare. “I was looking at them the whole class trying to figure out if they’re real, and it looks like they are! There’s no way you should be able to get a rack that big without surgery, but I was looking and they jiggled! Implants don’t jiggle like that!”

Sugarcoat and Indigo exchanged awkward glances.

“You spent all that time being obsessed with her boobs?” Indigo shook her head with disapproval. “Sunny, that’s not normal.”

Sunny Flare blushed and looked off to the side. “So … so what if I like girls?”

“I’m not saying there’s anything wrong with that,” Sunny Flare said. “But it is a little weird you’d spend that much time staring at someone is way out of your age range. And probably your league, too.”

“They are pretty big,” Sugarcoat, almost absentmindedly. “I bet they ...” she blushed and caught herself.

“You bet?” Indigo Zap asked, curious.

“Nothing, nothing,” Sugarcoat said. “I’m gonna go.” She turned and walked down the hallway, keeping her hands over her mouth, She didn’t know what she was thinking, and she refused to allow her brain to finish whatever perverted thought it wanted to provide for her.

“Should we go after her?” Sunny Flare asked. “Is she okay?”

Indigo Zap shrugged.

“Far as I’m concerned, you’re all acting strange anyway. Anyway, I think I’m gonna go to the pool after class. You want to join me?”

“Nah, I’m good.”

“Suit yourself.” Indigo did a few warm-up stretches, eager to get ready for her later athletic venture. “I can’t wait to do a few laps myself. It’ll come in hand during the next Friendship Games, I bet.”

Indigo went to carry on with her day, while Sunny Flare wondered why they were still called “the Friendship Games” when it was an adversarial competition.

Indigo Zapped arrived at the school swimming pool, dressed with a towel and a one-piece swimsuit. Nobody else was there, which suited her just fine. She could practice her strokes better if she didn’t have to worry about bumping into the other losers who couldn’t keep up with her, but keep bumping into her as they tried.

She threw the towel off her shoulders and dived into the pool, doing a few laps back and forth, appreciating the quiet. The way the water felt on her skin. The emptiness of the room, leaving her with only her thoughts for company – and her thoughts were focused on how she was going to crush and dominate at her next swimming-related event.

The silence in the room became more apparent when it was broken by the squeak of the door as someone entered. Indigo stopped her moving and floated while she watched Miss Sola, dressed in a dark cloak, come up to the edge of the pool.

“Hello, Indigo Zap!” Sola greeted her with a wave.

“Hi, Miss Sola,” Indigo greeted back.

Sola looked around the room as if Indigo wasn’t even there. “Are you all alone in here?”

“Yeah, I guess?” Indigo raised her brow, wondering what business it was of Sola’s, but her street smarts advised against saying such a thing directly to a teacher’s face.

“Could you use some company? Might I join you?” Sola asked.

“Sure,” Indigo said, with some reluctance. If she wasn’t a teacher, Indigo would have told Sola to back off and go find someone else to bother. “Just don’t get in my way too much.”

“That’s no way to talk to someone who just wants to take a swim with her student,” Sola said. She took off her robe and dropped it by her feet, revealing herself as wearing a purple one-piece much like the one Indigo wore. But it stood out on Sola because it was clearly just a fraction of an inch too small, as it hugged her crotch and emphasized her thick thighs and matching thick breasts. She looked so obviously sexual, like she should have been walking on stage of the Victoria’s Secret fashion show rather than swimming with students, that it made Indigo Zap blush and avert her gaze.

Sola lowered herself into the pool, gently easing herself in on the ladder rather than diving in like Indigo. The water splashed around her as she entered, catching on her cleavage and making her breasts drip and shine as the light reflected off the puddle that formed between her cleavage.

She swam gently over to Indigo and floated in place next to her.

“Well, don’t stop what you’re doing on my account,” Sola said. “Go on. Swim.”

“Right,” Indigo said. She gave Sola a questioning look, which Sola responded to with a friendly wave, as if oblivious to Indigo’s mounting hostility.

Indigo resumed her strokes, her body stretching out as she paddled back and forth.

“Have you been swimming for very long?” Sola asked.

“Two years!”

“How would you rate yourself?”

“Ha! I’m the best swimmer this school has. They should make me captain of the team!”

“Do you think you could teach me a few tricks sometime?”

This made Indigo pause in her tracks. Why was Sola, an adult woman, asking her if she could teach Sola tricks on swimming?

“What?” Indigo asked.

“I want to teach you a few things, Indigo,” Sola said. “I thought it might be prudent to offer you a fair exchange. You teach me, I teach you. A fair trade, no?”

“I guess,” Indigo said. “But I’m not really the teaching type. And aren’t you older than me, anyway? Shouldn’t you know how to do this kind of stuff yourself?”

“Well, there’s a big difference between knowing how to do something and being an expert at it. Besides, I’m younger than you might think.”

“Uh-huh,” Indigo said. “Well, my answer’s no.”

Indigo went to resume swimming, but she felt Sola sneak up on her, grabbing her by the shoulders and slowly pressing those huge boobs into the back of her head.

“Please, Indigo?” Sola whispered sweetly. “Let me teach you something, at least.”

“Get off me,” Indigo insisted, pushing Sola off and floating away from her. “What is your problem, lady?”

“You seem tense,” Sola said. “Perhaps I can relax you with a nice massage?”

“No!” Indigo stared and scrutinized Sola’s face. Sola wasn’t wearing makeup when she came in here, but now there was a deep and glittery purple lipstick on her lips, making them look thick, soft and smooth. As well as pearly-blue eyeliner that it made seem like she was in a permanent state of making bedroom eyes.

“Please, Indigo, I insist,” Sola said, grabbing Indigo by the shoulder, and this time her grip felt like steel. Indigo tried to pull away again, but Sola’s fingers held on tight, as if manufactured in a factory for the very specific task of preventing someone from getting away.

Indigo continued to struggle as Sola pulled her in close.

“Here. I bet a kiss from will help make everything better.”

“No it won’t! What are you even talking about?”

Indigo groaned as Sola brought lips in close and kissed Indigo right on the mouth.

All of the tension in Indigo’s body evaporated. Sola released Indigo’s shoulders, and Indigo brought her arms down to her side, no longer fighting.

Sola’s lips made a squeaky, sucking sound as she gave Indigo a long-lasting kiss. It echoed throughout the empty gym, and hearing the sound amplified seemed only to reinforce the spell that it was putting Indigo under.

Indigo began to feel so much lighter, like Sola was sucking the weight out of her.

Yes. All her worries, all her burdens, would be Sola’s now. Indigo could just relax. She didn’t have to deal with that pesky task, that unbearable burden of independent thought. Sola could do all the thinking for her now. There were some people who went out into the wilderness to live alone for ten, fifteen, twenty years, with no contact from society in search of enlightenment - but here it was for Indigo in the form of Sola’s thick lips.

Sola broke the kiss, making an extremely exaggerated mmmmwah as she did so.

“There.” Sola cupped Indigo’s chin. “Doesn’t that feel so much better?”

Indigo muttered something out, trying to get her scrambled-up, jumbled-up thoughts together. She felt so warm, and the contrast from the cool water surrounding her proved distracting as well.

“Hmm, you’re looking a little parched there, Indigo.” Sola brushed a finger along Indigo’s lips. “Here, Why don’t you have a drink?”

Sola did a somersault, rolling herself over in the water, and she wrapped her ankles around Indigo’s neck. She pulled Indigo in close, like a seductive mermaid bringing in a curious doomed sailor. Sola brought Indigo’s mouth up to her cunt, which was somehow now exposed as the swimsuit became taut and tucked itself up around Sola’s thigh.

Without needing prompting, Indigo pressed her lips to it, and Sola’s cunt poured in, filling Indigo’s mouth with feminie cum that tasted wonderful in ways Indigo couldn’t even describe. It was like the feeling of fullness that comes from eating too much ice cream, mixed with the feeling of energy from an all-natural protein bar that one bought at the farmer’s market from the local vegan health nuts. It made her feel like she’d just eaten a four-course French meal with only a few drops.

And Sola did it so easily, too. Indigo knew some girls who could only squirt, or produce so much as a drop, after only half an hour, or even a full hour of intense masturbation, using toys. Some couldn’t do it at all, their orgasms only made clear in other ways. Yet here Sola was, producing it as easily as one gets milk from the udder of a cow.

Sola sighed and broke away, leaving Indigo to stare open-mouthed with dazed, glares eyes as the juices dripped down her chin. She quit paddling, unable to think of anything but how much she loved her new mistress, her new goddess, and became ever more reliant on her as only Sola holding her kept Indigo from starting to sink to the bottom of the pool.

Sola giggled, brushing a wet hand through Indigo’s hair. “Such a good girl! You’ve fallen for me so quickly, too. A plus plus, Miss Zap – you’ve passed the most important test of all. The test of your obedience.” She continued stroking Indigo’s hair lovingly. “My cum sure is something else, isn’t it? It can be a bit heavy. Would you like something to wash it down?”

Indigo nodded.

Sola pulled down her swimsuit, pressing a nipple into Indigo’s mouth. Indigo sucked it obediently and eagerly, drinking up the sweet milk.

It made her feel so warm, and so loved, because only someone who loved Indigo very much would offer her the chance to drink precious milk from their tits. It was an extremely intimate thing to do, reserved only for the closest of lovers. Or in their case, the eagerness of queens and their consorts, but shh, don’t tell Indigo that.

Indigo moaned and sighed, crossing her hands over heart as she felt their bond solidify and take shape. It was like an invisible string had formed, wrapped around Sunset’s finger on one end and tied to Indigo’s heart on the other. A puppet string, demonstrating her loyalty to her new mistress. All it took was one tug of her goddess’ finger to sent the message for her commands.

It was such a contradiction. A feeling of intense warmth, of love and lust heating up her body from inside, something strictly in the realm of the body and the flesh, combined with a high-minded epiphany about the true nature of the world, and what the real meaning of life was.

Sola giggled and swam up to the edge of the pool, climbing out. Indigo followed her like a dog running at their master’s heel.

Her whole body shivered, but not from the water. Her cunt was winking furiously, dripping in her suit, feeling constantly on the edge of a devastating orgasm. All Sola had to do was give the word, give the command, and Indigo would go over that edge. And each orgasm, Indigo knew, would bring her deeper and deeper into Sola’s command, under her control, until she eventually reached the point where there would be no magic, no enchantment, no god in all the realms that could ever truly free her again. Even if someone dropped an anti-magic bomb into the gym right now and sucked up all the magic, the invisible string on Sola’s finger would still reached into Indigo’s heart, the only command Sola needed to be to twitch her finger and Sola would come running, no matter how far.

“That was fun, wasn’t it?” Sola asked. She cupped Indigo’s cheek and placed another kiss on Indigo’s forehead, leaving a big purple kiss mark. Indigo moaned and shook in place, moaning as she was put into an instant state of orgasm.

“Let’s go find your friends and share this experience with them, what do you say?” Sola asked, speaking as if waiting for Indigo to finish her orgasm was a casual thing, a trifling matter as waiting for her to finish sending a text.

Sola walked right of the room, waving her hand behind her, and Indigo followed, pulled by the leash Sola wrapped around her heart.

Lemon Zest rocked her head to the beat playing in her phones out in the playground. She paused her beat and looked up when Sugarcoat passed her by.

“Hey, Sugarcoat,” Lemon Zest tapped Sugarcoat on the shoulder. “Have you seen Indigo lately? We were supposed to go out for ice cream yesterday, but she never showed.”

“Last I saw her, she was planning on going to the gym yesterday, and that was the last I saw her,”

Sugarcoat said. “Excuse me. I’m sorry, Lemon Zest, but I need to go somewhere to think.”

“Suit yourself.” Lemon Zest plugged her headphones back in and resumed listening to her tunes. She didn’t notice as Miss Sola appeared next to her, dressed with a coat and hand bag and took a seat behind her.

Sola reached over and tapped Lemon Zest on the shoulder. Lemon Zest looked behind to see her. “Hey, Lemon Zest.”

“Oh, hey,” Lemon Zest said. “What do you want?”

“What are you listening to?”

“Just the usual,”Lemon Zest said.

“Can I take a listen?” Sola asked.

“Sure,” Lemon Zest put the headphones on Sola. Sola held them steady with her hands and nodded along to the beat.

“Wonderful,” Sola said, handing the headphones back to Lemon Zest. “The guitarist really knows what he’s doing.”

“Yeah, that’s why I listen to them,” Lemon Zest said, annoyed at stating the obvious.

Sola looked at Lemon Zest with a smile and interest, like she was looking at a photograph that brought back fond memories. She reached into her bag and started chewing on a piece of bubblegum, blowing and popping bubbles over and over.

Lemon Zest looked over, slightly bothered by the noise, but like Indigo, not willing to talk to a teacher with the same kind of acerbic and hostile tone that the Shadowbolts were happy to use on almost anyone outside of Crystal Prep. And most of the students inside, too.

Lemon Zest tried to focus on her music, but Sola constantly blowing her bubbles proved distracting. Until, she realized, that Sola was blowing her bubbles in tune to the music. Each pop was done perfectly on time with the beat.

She turned to face the teacher, who continued blowing her rhythmic bubbles without being disturbed by Lemon Zest’s questioning look. She even waved at Lemon Zest like they were just two cool cats hanging out and doing their thing.

Unnerved by Sola’s unnatural naturalness, Lemon Zest went back to her Ipod.

Sola began to rap her knuckles on the table. This, too, matched with the music, Sola keeping it rhythm to rhythm, beat for beat, tempo for tempo.

It occurred to Lemon Zest that she shouldn’t look. Shouldn’t bother with it. Just ignore it and keep on with her own music, the way she would if it was any other person. But something about the way Sola kept to the music so perfectly intrigued her, and like a trainwreck in progress, Lemon Zest couldn’t avert her gaze for too long.

She took one earbud out and turned to Sola. Before she could speak, Sola beat her to it.

“Do you know how to play the drums, Lemon Zest?”

“Drums?”

“Yeah. You know, drums.” Sola whipped out a quick chord on the table, rapping her knuckles against it and producing a dramatic drum roll. “A lot of rock bands use them. I would’ve thought you’d at least know what they were.”

“I do know what they are,” Lemon Zest. “And yeah, maybe I tried them a time or two. What of it?”

“I was hoping you might practice with me,” Sola said. “It’s been so long since I last picked up an instrument, I was hoping for a partner to help get back into the groove of things.”

“Yeah, I suppose maybe I could help you,” Lemon Zest said. She glared at Sola. “But what’s in it for me?”

“Well, for starters, you get to practice with me,” Sola said.

Lemon Zest scoffed.

Sola took off her jacket, folded it up, and dropped it on the table. She went over the table and sat down next to next Lemon Zest.

“Now, Lemon Zest,” Sola said with a sweet but scolding tone, the kind that makes children afraid of what they’re about to get in trouble for. “I don’t think you’re appreciating the extent of what I have to offer you.”

Sola lifted her shirt up and tossed it on the table, sitting right there in the park with her tits on full display like it was Mardi Gras and she’d just seen someone flash some beads at her.

“What the-!?” Lemon Zest recoiled, but Sola grabbed her wrist and pulled Lemon Zest back towards her before Lemon Zest could get away.

“Shh, shh, it’s okay,” Sola said. “It’s just us. The two of us. We don’t need to worry about anybody else.”

Lemon Zest tried to look around to confirm, but Sola cupped her cheek and forced Lemon Zest to look at her.

“Hey, it’s okay,” Sola said. “Now go on. Practice on me.”

“W … what?” Lemon Zest stammered.

“Practice your drumming on me. Here, like this.” Sola took Lemon’s hand and guided it up towards her impressive boob. “Just give it a nice good smack there.”

Lemon Zest stared in disbelief.

“Go on. It’s fine. Give it a try.” Sola brought Lemon Zest’s hand in closer until her palm touched the boob.

Lemon Zest took a deep breath. She wasn’t exactly comfortable, but she could tell by now Sola wasn’t going to let her go until she at least tried.

She rose her hand up and gave Sola’s boob a good hard smack. Instead of the light, soft sound of flesh slapping flesh that Lemon Zest expected to hear, what came out was a loud and satisfying bong of a high quality drum set.

For a minute, Lemon Zest saw a sound mixer appear behind Sola. A piece of recording equipment that took up the entirety of the space behind them, an entire wall dedicated to the noise Sola’s boob made, with bar graphs that rose up as the sound rose and went down as the sound trailed off. It was only there for a moment, but the mere blip of it was enough to send Lemon Zest’s mind reeling into surreality.

“Whoa,” Lemon Zest said. “Trippy.”

Sola took both of Lemon Zest’s hands and guided them back up to her breasts.

“Well?” Sola asked. “Do you want to take this trip or not?”

“Yeah. Yeah!” Lemon Zest answered, getting more into it. She began palming and smacking Sola’s tits, each hit producing the sound of drums and showing that audio mixer well, which blipped and blipped into reality until eventually, it solidified and it was all Lemon Zest saw as though she were transported into a recording booth.

Each hit brought Lemon Zest pleasure. Every time, every drumbeat was like, well, taking a hit of a drug. The sound of Sola’s boob-drums brought her so much joy, and every beat was louder than the last.

Lemon Zest felt totally high. Her eyes spun in their sockets and she started to giggle at completely random things that weren’t funny, things that weren’t even really there.

She continued playing Sola’s bongos. Green and purple lights came on and shone on the both of them, the lights from the imaginary concert they were performing at. Lemon Zest could swear she heard the far-away distant voices of the audience, cheering for her and Sola, loving their performance.

“I don’t ...” Lemon Zest muttered. “W-what’s going on? There’s … there’s so much.”

“Shh, shh, it’s okay,” Sola said. She guided Lemon Zest’s hands to her boobs one more time, making sure to bright Lemon Zest’s palms against her nipples. “You put on an amazing performance, Lemon Zest. The crowd loves you. I love you. Now its time to take a bow, take five, and go backstage for a minute to rest.”

Lemon Zest gasped sharply as a bolt of pleasure shot through her arms. Her hands suctioned themselves onto Sola’s boobs, clutching tightly. Warmth seeped out from the beautiful, large tits and into her arms like she was sucking out Sola’s breast milk through her palms.

“I don’t understand,” Lemon Zest said. “I can’t – I can’t think.”

“Then don’t,” Sola said. She wrapped her arms around Lemon Zest and brought her forward, resting Lemon Zest’s head on her boobs. “Don’t think. Let me do all the thinking for you. Cum. Go on. Cum your brains right out. Don’t do any thinking anymore. Let all your thoughts melt away. Let all my thoughts become yours, let them replace them, supplant them. Let go.”

“Let go.” Lemon Zest’s eyes fluttered and sexually charged sleep threatened to take her. “Let go. Don’t think. Don’t … think.”

Lemon Zest moaned softly, accidentally blowing a raspberry into Sola’s cleavage as she came, squirting through her skirt. As Sola requested, all her brains, all her thoughts, went out with that came, like draining a sink of soapy and bubbly water to be replaced by fresh natural water, untouched by chemicals.

Lemon Zest popped her leg up as the cum seeped through her skirt, and her thoughts, her brains, her will went with it.

There was nothing else now. She was Sola’s bongo drum player. That was all she was. That was all she needed to be. Just an attendant, a thrall, to come along and play on Sola’s gorgeous musical boobs to the thrill of the crowd. That was all Lemon Zest needed, she knew now – Sola’s boobs and the adulation of the crowd.

“Sleep now, my sweet,” Sola whispered softly, and Lemon Zest’s eyes snapped shut. “Sleep.”

Sugarcoat had lunch with Sunny Flare and Sour Sweet the following afternoon. She looked down at her sandwich with concern.

“What’s wrong, Sugarcoat?” Sour Sweet asked. “Is it you? Because let’s be honest, it’s probably you.”

“It’s not me,” Sugarcoat answered. “It’s that new teacher. You two have to have noticed something is up with her, haven’t you? I mean, you have to.”

Sunny Flare sighed.

“Sugarcoat, we’ve been over this. It’s perfectly fine to be jealous of her boobs. But she’s an adult, and we’re still growing, so suck it up and deal with it. I mean, who wouldn’t want a rack like that?”

“I wouldn’t,” Sour Sweet said. “I mean, can you imagine getting old with those? How saggy they would get?” She stuck her tongue out in disgust. “No thank you. Flat chested life for me.”

“It’s not the freaking boobs!” Sugarcoat shouted. “Those are just a symptom! I mean, I can … feel that there’s something off about her, but I just can’t figure out what. And I swear I know her from somewhere, but everytime I try to think about where, my mind just … blanks and fogs up. It’s like there’s someone keeping me from accessing those memories.”

“Okay, now you’re just making stuff up,” Sunny Flare said. “Does Sola make you uncomfortable? I’ll respect that. That someone is preventing you from getting into your own memories? That’s a … bit of a stretch.”

“It’s true, though!” Sugarcoat said. “It’s like there’s this whole topic inside my brain that somebody sealed seat behind a bank vault and taped off with ‘do not cross’ tape! And it has something to do with her, I’m sure of it. If I could just ...”

“Just what?” Sour Sweet asked, coughing.

“Just ...” Sugarcoat started, but Sour Sweet continued coughing.

“Are you okay?” Sugarcoat asked.

Sour Sweet rolled her eyes up. Finally getting the hint, Sugarcoat turned around to see Miss Sola standing there, her glossy pink lipstick looking even shinier in the cafeteria light.

“Hey there, girls,” Sola said. “Hope I’m not interrupting anything?”

“No, no, nothing at all!” Sunny Flare said. “What brings you here, teach?”

“I just thought I would check in on my students,” Sola said. She brought her hand down on Sugarcoat’s head in a way that was vaguely condescending. “Especially Sugarcoat here. You didn’t show up for your appointment yesterday. Care to explain why?”

“Something … came up,” Sugarcoat said. “Family emergency. Personal stuff.”

Sola nodded like she knew this wasn’t true, but she was going to allow the lie to stand.

“Okay. I hope whatever it is resolves itself soon, and then you and I can get back to studying.” She looked at the table, surveying their plates. “A banana, Sour Sweet? Excellent choice. Good for potassium.”

With that, she left.

“What does that mean?” Sour Sweet asked, surveying her banana with suspicion. “’Excellent choice’? What … what did she mean by that?”

“See!?” Sugarcoat said. “I told you there was something off about her!”

“Calm down,” Sunny Flare said. “I’m sure she was just complimenting Sour Sweet on her healthy diet. There’s nothing wrong about that.”

“How many teachers do you know go out of their way to compliment students on their diets!?” Sugarcoat asked.

Sunny Flare raised her hand to answer.

“Never mind, don’t answer that, stupid question,” Sugarcoat said and dropped her head on the table. She sighed.

“You know what? I’m going to go talk to Principal Cinch. I’m sure there must be something she can do … that’s what principals are for, right?”

Sunny Flare shrugged.

Sugarcoat approached Principal Cinch’s office. She went to go knock, but then she noticed the door was ajar.

She pulled it open and peeked inside.

“Principal Cinch?”

She gasped and covered her mouth in shock. Inside, Sola had a male student pinned to the desk and was shoving her boobs into his face while he mumbled and muttered in muffled protests, his complaints silenced and absorbed by her tits.

“Come on!” Sola said. “Why isn’t this working? This usually works!”

The student said something, and Sola lifted up to give him roo to speak.

“What?”

“I’m … really more of an ass man,” the student.”

“Huh,” Sola said. “Well, all right. My mentor trained me to do this more with kisses and boobs, but there’s a first time for everything. I bet I can do this and figure it out.”

Sola climbed up on the desk, turned around, and sat on the boy’s face. She shifted around, rubbing her butt cheeks into his face cheeks and shifting around like she was riding a horse. Now the boy let out muffled moans.

“Yes,” Sola said. “That’s it. Let go. Release. Give in to me.”

The boy shook and flailed a bit, then seized up, his arms going stiff and reaching for the sky. Then his arms dropped to his sides, limp. Quietly and softly, his cum seeped through his pants, painting a dark spot that spread through.

Sugarcoat slammed the door shut, breathing heavily without a clue in the world what she was supposed to do.

“Sugarcoat?” Principal Cinch asked, arriving on the scene just in the nick of time. “What are you doing outside my office at this hour?”

“Sola!” Sugarcoat shouted. “Sola. Boobs!”

“What?”

“Well, first it was boobs, then it was her butt, and then he did it, but she ...”

Cinch put a finger to Sugarcoat’s mouth to silence.

“Sugarcoat, listen to me carefully. Take a deep breath. In. Out.”

Sugarcoat did so.

“Now, think carefully about what it is you want to say. I’m going to remove my finger now. When I do, I want you to tell me what is the matter clearly and succinctly. Understand?”

Sugarcoat nodded.

Cinch moved the finger.

“Miss Sola Blaze, the new Spanish teacher, is doing things to a student in your office! Terrible things!”

Cinch looked at Sugarcoat. She opened the office door, then looked back to Sugarcoat.

“I don’t see them.”

“What?

“I see no student in here,” Cinch clarified. “There is Miss Sola Blaze, but no student.”

Sugarcoat pushed the door open. Sola Blaze stood by the desk and gave a friendly wave.

“What?” Sugarcoat said. “I don’t … but how, you couldn’t have … check the desk! She must have hid him somewhere. She must have! There’s no way she could have just gotten rid of him like that!”

Cinch went inside and went around the desk. She checked under it.

“I see nothing and no one under here,” Cinch said.

“But… ” Sugarcoat stammered. “I saw it.”

“Sugarcoat, I understand that perhaps Sola Blaze makes you uncomfortable. She warned me when I hired her that she had a few … quirks, I believe is the word she used. She said there’d be a period of adjustment. But please, if you have a complaint with her, I’d appreciate if you didn’t tie to some baseless accusations.”

“It’s not baseless,” Sugarcoat muttered as she nonetheless conceded defeat and limped away from the office.

“Why are you in my office, anyway?” Cinch asked.

“Oh, I was looking for you to talk about some things,” Sola said. “The door was already open, so I let myself in. I hope you don’t mind.”

“As a matter of fact, I do, and I would appreciate you exercising a touch more respect for the sanctity of my office, as I’m sure you would like your fellow teachers to do for you,” Cinch replied.

“Fair point,” Sola said. “But wait until you hear what I have to say.”

She went over and shut the door. Shortly after, pleasured moans could be heard coming from the principal’s office.

“Oh, geez,” Sugarcoat ran her hands over her forehead. What she was going to do? Cinch was useless. Sola seemed one step ahead of her. And there was just enough ambiguity to it all that she started believing that maybe she really was imagining things. Maybe it really was all in her head …

No, no, Sola was infesting her mind, filling it with doubt. She knew what she saw. She didn’t know how Sola had pulled off that magician trick to hide the boy from Cinch, but there was no way she just imagined seeing Sola bring him to orgasm.

Not paying attention to where she was going, Sugarcoat bumped right into Sunny Flare.

“Hey!” Sunny Flare grabbed Sugarcoat’s wrist. “Sugarcoat, watch where you’re going!”

“Sorry,” Sugarcoat said. “I’m a little out of it right now. Have you seen Sola?”

“You’re still on that?” Sour Sweet asked, joining them.

“I’m telling you, something’s up with her! I just saw her in Cinch’s office and she … she ...”

“She what?” Sunny Flare asked, annoyed by Sugarcoat’s stammering.

“She made a guy cream himself,” Sugarcoat managed to spit out. “I saw it.”

“Really?” Sour Sweet asked. “That’s what you saw?”

“Do you think I would make something like that up?” Sugarcoat asked. “What kind of liar do you take me for?”

“We’re not calling you a liar, Sugarcoat,” Sunny Flare said, grabbing Sugarcoat by the shoulder. “But you have to admit, it’s a little hard to believe. Even if Sola isn’t entirely a good person, would she really go so far as to do that to a student? In the Principal’s office, no less?”

“Fine, fine,” Sugarcoat shoved Sunny Flare. “Don’t believe me. I’m … I’m going to go the library. Try and clear my head. Maybe read up on something that could help.”

“That’s probably a good idea,” Sunny Flare said.

“But... whatever you do, promise you’ll be careful around Sola?”

“Sure thing,” Sunny Flare said.

“We promise,” Sour Sweet added, bringing her heart across her chest.

“Thank you,” Sugarcoat left them. Sunny Flare and Sour Sweet watched her go.

Sour Sweet waited until Sugarcoat was well out of earshot to speak up. “We’re not really going to be careful around Sola, right? I mean, this is ridiculous.”

“I don’t know, Sour Sweet,” Sunny Flare. “She’s clearly done something to make Sugarcoat uncomfortable. Now, whether or not Sugarcoat actually saw what she thinks she saw, that’s one thing, but I’ve always known her to swear by logic and reason. I don’t think she’d be this on edge without reason. We probably should be careful, just in case.”

“Careful about what?” Sola asked, appearing in the hallway like a ghost and making Sunny Flare and Sour Sweet nearly jump out of their skins. Sunny placed her hand over her rapidly beating heart as she and Sour Sweet breathed heavily.

“Oh my, I didn’t mean to startle you,” Sola said. “I was just curious what you were talking about.”

“Talking about?” Sunny Flare asked, nervous now. Sola’s sudden appearance was too much to be a coincidence, and she started putting stock into what Sugarcoat was saying earlier. “We weren’t talking about anything! Especially not you!”

Sour Sweet, slightly calmer, jabbed Sunny Flare’s ribs with an elbow.

“All right, I believe you,” Sola said. “But might I ask what you were talking about?”

“Nothing, nothing,” Sunny Flare said.

“Oh, well that makes sense,” Sola said. “Nothing is a very fascinating subject of discussion.”

“Oh, you think so?” Sunny Flare asked, doing her best to back away subtly. Her eyes kept glancing towards the hallway behind them, revealing her intent.

“Sure. There’s a lot to be had from discussing that which isn’t. For example, did you know that you could tell an ancient culture’s understanding of mathematics based on whether or not they had conceptualized the number zero?”

“Really? Fascinating,” Sour Sweet added, joining Sunny Flare in attempting to leave.

They both bumped up against Sola, their shoulders rubbing into Sola’s well-defined thighs. They bounced off her and turned around, stunned that Sola had managed to slip by them like that. She disappeared from one side of the hallway and reappeared at the other, cutting off their escape route. She was like a ninja, or a ghost.

“Where are you going, girls?” Sola asked. “What’s the rush?”

“We have … somewhere to be,” Sunny Flare said, backing away again, in the opposite direction. Sola ditched the magic tricks and just started following them, keeping pace moving forward while they moved backwards.

“Really?” Sola leaned forward as though eager to learn. “And where is this somewhere you have to go?”

“It’s, uh ...” Sunny Flare stammered.

“Anywhere but here!” Sour Sweet shouted.

The two of them turned to make a run for it, but Sola grabbed them both by the collars of their shirts and pulled them back towards her

“Now, girls, don’t be like that,” Sola said, pinning both girls by the throat up against a nearby locker. “What is it about me that’s so bad and scary, huh? Out with it. Tell me what’s wrong. How can I help?”

The zipper on her shirt swung back and forth, as if eager to break and let Sola’s mountainous breasts come spilling free.

“Well, it’s not really anything that you did, exactly,” Sunny Flare offered, doing her best to salvage the situation. “It’s just that you’re a new teacher here, and you’re kind of a stranger, and we’ve heard … rumors,” Sunny Flare said.

“Rumors,” Sola said with a blink that showed off her eyeliner.

“Yeah, rumors about … strange things you do,” Sunny Flare said. “Like a witch with a cabin in the woods sort of thing, you know?”

Sola chuckled. “I see. Well, girls, if the problem is that you don’t know me very well, why don’t we take some time and get to know each other a little more intimately?”

“Because we have class in a few minutes?” Sour Sweet offered innocently.

“I’ll smooth it over with your teachers after,” Sola replied. “Come on.”

By magic, the zipper broke off Sola’s shirt and her tits came spilling out. She pressed her nipples into the girls’ mouths and shot off spurts of milk into each of them.

Sour Sweet and Sunny Flare gulped hard so they could keep breathing. The milk was suffocating. Smothering. When it reached their stomachs, it made the two of them feel full and stuffed, like they had too much to eat at a buffet and were nursing bloated stomach.

Sola released her grip on their necks and they slid down the wall onto their bums, too stuffed and full to get back up and bother trying to escape again.

“Now, Sunny Flare, why don’t you take a minute to stroke?” Sola suggested.

“Stroke?” Sunny Flare asked.

“Yes. Stroke that lovely little cock of yours, sí?” Sola reached down under Sunny Flare’s skirt and brush her fingers over the spot. Sunny Flare was stunned to feel that she did have a tiny cock there, instead of the vagina she could have sworn she had when she woke up this morning.

“Here, I’ll give you a few pointers.” Sola pulled Sunny Flare’s skirt down, giving Sunny Flare’s rod some room to breath. The teacher then gripped the cock and showed Sunny Flare different ways of stroking it, with the difference between fast and lustful, or slow and steady.

Gradually, Sunny Flare’s cock rose to the stimulus, lengthening and growing firm and hard, its veins clearly defined. Without needing encouragement from Sola, Sunny Flare began stroking it herself, moaning as she played with her new tool.

Sola chuckled, elated to see Sunny Flare embrace the lesson. She leaned over and gave Sunny Flare’s cock a kiss on the tip. Sunny Flare moaned. An orgasm seemed to erupt inside her rod, but it didn’t quite escape the confines of her flesh because the kiss that summoned this orgasm forth was too quick to savor the moment and let the pleasure finish flowing. It was a torturous edge. With this half-finished orgasm nesting inside her, Sunny Flare resumed stroking furiously.

“And what about you?” Sola turned her attention to Sour Sweet. “You like to suck, right?”

“Suck?” Sour Sweet asked, confused. “No, no, I don’t like to suck.”

“Oh come on.” Sola patted Sour Sweet on the soldier. “Of course you like to suck. Your name’s Sour Sweet, right? I’ve seen you been sour. Now show me you can be sweet.”

“No … not like that,” Sour Sweet said.

“Don’t be ridiculous, Sour Sweet! You like to suck. You love to suck.” Sola gave her a kiss on the cheek. “You’ve always loved to suck.”

“Yes ...” Sour Sweet muttered, rubbing her cheek where Sola kissed it. “I do like to suck a little ...”

“That’s it,” Sola said. “Here. Why don’t you practice? You know, so you can get back into the swing of things. I’ll give you a candy to suck on after.”

“I do like candy,” Sour Sweet said.

Sola stood up and unzipped her shorts, presenting Sour Sweet with a thick erection that sprang forth from Sola’s pants. Sour Sweet obediently, mindlessly leaned forward, taking the large cock into her mouth and doing her best to suck Sola off.

“Good girl,” Sola petted Sour Sweet’s head. “Just suck. Suck and suck and suck until your brain just … turns off, and you don’t have to think about it anymore. It just becomes automatic. You hear me, Sour Sweet? Don’t think. No thinking. Just … sucking.”

Sour Sweet sucked harder, her lips traveling up and down Sola’s cock. Her eyes widened when Sola came, spurting a huge load of cum into Sour Sweet’s mouth.

It wasn’t the spurt that caught Sour Sweet by surprise. She expected that. It was the volume. Sola’s cum came out thick and fast, almost like solid goo, yet traveled down her throat smoothly as if it couldn’t wait to be inside her stomach.

Sola pulled away, a strand dangling between the tip of her cock and Sour Sweet’s lips.

“Hey,” Sola said, cupping Sour Sweet’s chin. “There’s someone here I’d like you to meet. They could use your expertise.”

She turned Sour Sweet over to look at Sunny Flare, still masturbating and stroking her cock intensely, yet not able to cum or squirt.

Sour Sweet got hearts in her eyes at the sight of Sunny Flare. Getting over the sense of lethargy Sola’s milk had induced her, she pounced, jumping into Sunny Flare and bringing her lips down on Sunny Flare’s cock.

Sola chuckled as she watched Sour Sweet eat Sunny Flare out. In truth, there wasn’t any cocks on any of them, but making her victims think they had them was just so amusing.

“I must admit, turning you into blowjob-loving bimbos isn’t my favorite way to corrupt,” Sola said. “But one of my mentors was fond of doing it this way, so I thought I’d give her a little tribute. I’ll leave you two alone.”

Sola walked away, leaving the two horny teenagers to suck and slurp from the other like bats tearing into fruit. Her boots echoed powerfully throughout the hall, both warning and bragging to anyone who could hear of just how powerful she was.

“Thanks,” Sugarcoat told the librarian, before going to a desk and cracking open the book she asked for.

She flipped the pages over to a random page, hoping that perhaps reading a good fantasy novel would help clear her mind of recent developments.

She started reading.

The study of obedience, began, of course, in ancient Greece, where young boys would be sent to proteges …

“What, wait?” Sugarcoat asked. She shook her head, thinking she had to be reading something in the book wrong.

Women have always been expected to be obedient to some degree throughout history, but it wasn’t until 1102 AC (After Star Swirl) that Mistress Adagio started teaching girls of the sexual elements of …

Sugarcoat slammed the book shut. She took a deep breath and took it back to the librarian.

“Hi, excuse me?” Sugarcoat said. “I think this book may be broken.”

“Broken?” the librarian asked. She took the book for inspecting. “How do you break a book?”

“I don’t know,” Sugarcoat said. “It just seemed like I was reading something that shouldn’t have been there. A misprint, maybe?”

“Looks fine to me,” the librarian said, thumbing through the book.

“Be that as it may, might I have another book?” Sugarcoat asked.

“Sure thing,” the librarian placed the book on her desk and handed Sugarcoat another tome.

Sugarcoat flipped it open and the book read like it was picking off from the last book verbatim.

Sexual elements of learning to obey one’s mistress ...

Sugarcoat blushed and slammed this one shut as well.

“Hey, careful with that,” the librarian said. “You break it, you buy it.”

“Right, right. Could you, um, check this one? I think this one is … also broken.”

“I’m starting to think it’s you that’s broken,” the librarian said. She took the book and flipped through it as well. “Seems fine to me.”

“I guess I’m just not in the mood for fantasy today,” Sugarcoat said. “Do you have a crime novel, maybe?”

“Sure thing,” the librarian said, handing Sugarcoat said. “Do not slam this one.”

“Of course,” Sugarcoat said.

She flipped it open.

Good girls, of course, always obey their mistresses …

Sugarcoat went to slam this one shut, caught herself, and quietly closed it, handing it back to the librarian who watched her with a confused look.

“On second thought, maybe I’m just not really in a reading mood right now,” Sugarcoat said. She did a curtsy and quickly scuttled out of the library.

What in the world was going on here? First Sola shows up, she did whatever she did to that student, and now every book in the library was rewritten?

“Maybe ...” Sugarcoat groaned and sighed. “Maybe Twilight Sparkle might know. Ugh.” She stuck her tongue out in disgust for the idea of reaching out to the traitorous transfer student, but she didn’t know what else to do. Who else had the faintest idea of what magic could do?

“Sugarcoat!” snapped a voice, harsh, yet at the same familiar and almost seductive.

Sugarcoat turned around to see Miss Sola standing in the hallway, with a love struck Indigo Zap moonily fanning her with a giant leaf – something Sugarcoat suspected was less because Sola wanted to be fanned, and more as a way of theatrically showing her dominance over her victim.

“Miss Sola,” Sugarcoat said. Her eyes flicked to the exit. “What are you doing here?”

“Oh, nothing,” Sola said. “It just, well … it occurred to me that out of all the students and staff in this school ...” Sola leaned forward seductively, letting her breasts and putting a hand on her knee. “You are the only one who I haven’t given a proper kiss yet. So why don’t you come over here and we can fix that?”

Sola beckoned Sugarcoat with her finger, and Sugarcoat found herself scooting forward without lifting her feet.

“Why it’s so important that you kiss me anyway?” Sugarcoat asked, grabbing onto the wall to slow her approach.

“I think you know why,” Sola said with a smirk.

“I don’t!” Sugarcoat shouted. “I don’t know why! I don’t know anything at all about what’s happening around here! I don’t know why you seem familiar but I can’t remember you!”

Sola chuckled. “Oh, all right, I guess you’ve pulled at my heart strings. I’m about to get you anyway, and really, there’s no escape, so I might as well let you in on a few secrets.”

Sola waved a hand over her face. It didn’t seem to actually change at all, yet … Sugarcoat could feel a change in the air. Like Sola had taken a mask off. A face that was vague and familiar a minute before was now one she could pinpoint in her memory with perfect accuracy.

“Sunset Shimmer?” Sugarcoat asked.

Sunset chuckled. “That’s one name for me, and probably the one with the most power, just because its been with me for so long.”

“But … I don’t understand. Why are you here? How did you get here? How do you look like that when you’re roughly the same age as me?”

“Magic,” Sunset answered, doing jazz hands. “But I suppose you deserve a more complete explanation before I shut your brain off. What would you like to know?”

“Why are you doing this?” Sugarcoat asked.

“Because I can?” Sunset answered with a shrug. “Okay, I guess not that’s all of it. It’s a … a public service, yes! Doing all that laborious thinking can be such a chore.” She brought Indigo Zap close, giving the entranced girl some loving pats. “I lift their spirits by taking that all away from them. No more thoughts. No more worries.” She gave Indigo a peck on the forehead, which Indigo moaned to.

“How did you get to be like this?” Sugarcoat asked. “No offense, but the Sunset I remember was … very different.”

“Ah. Now there’s a question I never get tired of answering. There was a time – it seems like ages now – when the Dazzlings came to Canterlot High and started taking it over with their kisses and other techniques they picked up. You remember the Dazzlings, of course? No, no, before we met. Never mind. Anyway, they got me first, which you know, I pretty much carried the team back in the day, so they pretty much sealed their victory then and there when they got me. But as time went on, Adagio took something of a shine to me, so she gave me a little extra training so I could be a full-fledged honorary Dazzling.”

“You mean they corrupted you,” Sugarcoat said. “They made you something you’re not. The Sunset I know was strong-willed. She would have resisted this. Come on, Sunset … fight it!”

“No, no, ma cherie! You got it all wrong,” Sunset said. “They didn’t corrupt me – they made me into the best version of myself.”

“A version who waltz into schools and seduces innocent youth,” Sugarcoat replied. “And what’s with the French? I thought you were a Spanish teacher.”

“No one is truly innocent,” Sunset said. “And I know … many tongues.” She stuck her tongue out to add her own peculiar, suggestive emphasis.

“You … got to Cinch, didn’t you?” Sugarcoat made the connection. “You brainwashed her so she’d hire you and you could get to the rest of the school. You hide that student behind her desk, but she looked and didn’t see anything but what you wanted her to see?”

“That’s right,” Sunset cracked her knuckles and stretched her arms. “Any more questions, or can we get on with this?”

“Just one. How do I stop you?”

Sunset laughed.

“Oh, Sugarcoat, sweetheart, sweet little thing, you can’t,” Sunset said. “I’m too strong. Too powerful now. And even if there was a way to stop me, what makes you think I’d tell you?”

“A sense of fairness?” Sugarcoat suggested.

“Mm, pretty sure I threw that in the garbage a long time ago,” Sunset said. “Now, I know this can be scary, and your fate can be hard to accept, so … I’m going to play a little extra nice with you. I’m going to give you a running start so you can try to come to terms with your fate.”

“Wait,” Sugarcoat said.

“Five.”

“You can’t do this.”

“Four.”

“Sunset! Please!”

“Three.”

“Oh, fine,” Sugarcoat groaned and took off running down the hallway.

“Two. One.” Sunset counted down, placing her hands in her coat pockets and walking casually after Sugarcoat while whistling a tune.

Sugarcoat ran as fast as her little legs could carry her.

Principal Cinch appeared in the hallway, wearing her usual stern face that always verged on disappointment.

“Sugarcoat,” Cinch said. “What are you doing running in the halls? You know that’s strictly forbidden.”

“I’m sorry, Miss Cinch,” Sugarcoat said. “It’s just that I’m trying to get away ...”

“Get away?” Cinch asked. “Get away from what?”

“From … Sunset Shimmer,” Sugarcoat said.

“Who?” Cinch asked.

“Sunset. Miss Sola?”

Cinch sighed. “Sugarcoat, I thought we already talked about this.”

“We did, but … wait,” Sugarcoat squinted. “Sunset already told me she got to you.”

“What? I want you to help you, dear, but you’re not making any sense.”

Sugarcoat heard the echo of Sunset’s footfalls coming down the hall.

“I’m sorry about this, I’ll try to make it up to you later!” Sugarcoat said quickly, ducking under Cinch’s legs and forcing her way past them.

“Why, I never!” Cinch expressed in shocked.

“The exit,” Sugarcoat muttered to herself. “If I can just get to the exit, maybe I can ...” Do what, exactly? Sunset already had more or less the entire school under her control already. Unless she could get the military involved to set up a perimeter and start staging a siege operation, she couldn’t imagine what she could do. Maybe she could find Twilight Sparkle and her friends and they’d know what to do.

“Hey, Sugarcoat!” Lemon Zest popped out from a doorway and grabbed Sugarcoat by the elbow. “What are you heading off to in such a hurry?”

“The exit,” Sugarcoat answered. “I’m trying to get out of here. Get away from this place.”

“Away?” Lemon Zest chuckled. “Why in the world you want to do that? I mean, really, why would you try to get away from a place that has someone like Miss Sola around to worship and make you feel good?” Lemon Zest continued chuckling.

“Lemon Zest, I’m sorry I have to do this. I hope one day you can forgive me.”

“Sorry to do what?”

Lemon Zest was not prepared for Sugarcoat, who was not usually a physical person, to launch a proper hay maker and punch Lemon Zest right off, letting Sugarcoat get free and resume her race for freedom.

“Ow! I’m totally telling Miss Sola you did that!”

“Go right ahead,” Sugarcoat muttered ruefully.

The exit was in sight. She could see the sign reading EXIT in bright letters.

“Yes. Yes!”

Sugarcoat smiled. She couldn’t believe it. She had almost gotten away. She had a chance.

Just a few more steps …

She was in inches of opening the door when a grip like steel seized her shirt and pulled her back.

“No!” Sugarcoat wailed.

Sunset lifted Sugarcoat up with ease, holding the girl up to where they could look each other in the eye.

“You know what the real shame is?” Sunset asked. “If you had started running at the count of five, instead of wasting your breath, you might have made it through the door in time.”

“How did you even move that fast?” Sugarcoat asked. “You can’t be playing fair like that.”

“You know, my mentor Adagio taught me a very important lesson about fairness; namely, its for suckers. Now pucker up, sweetie.”

“No, no!” Sugarcoat flailed, but it did no good.

Sunset grabbed Sugarcoat’s chin and held her face still. “Yes, yes! Just relax, dear. You’ll enjoy it so much better if you don’t fight it. Time to let go all of those thoughts and worries.”

Sunset puckered up her thick, glossy pink lips.

“I won’t let go,” Sugarcoat insisted, closing her eyes. “I won’t!”

Sunset’s breath hit Sugarcoat’s face, warming her cheeks before the final contact. Sunset’s lips connected, pressing to Sugarcoat’s mouth, and the first thought Sugarcoat had was that they were so soft. So incredibly soft. Like kissing a pillow.

Sugarcoat moaned. Her eyelids grew heavy. Her arms went limp and slack, hanging like a ragdoll from Sunset’s grip.

Sugarcoat moaned louder, leaning into the kiss. She could swear she heard romantic music and saw rose petals falling around the two of them as she fell in love with her new teacher.

It was at once both intense and relaxing. Both furious and sweet. A mess of contradictory things that shouldn’t have been allowed to coexist. But they did. They did, and they could, because the entire depth of the universe was contained in Sunset’s sweet, thick lips. She was the heart and soul of the world. What she said was law. When she made a decree, reality rewrote itself to match.

Sugarcoat’s heart pounded. Her body was filling up with so much warmth. So much love, for her mistress and her self. Sunset had been right. It was a service. Sugarcoat could feel all those irrelevant, nasty, heavy thoughts draining out from her lips into Sunset’s.

Sunset acted so cold, but she was full of warmth, of love, because she was a goddess. Yes, a goddess, of the new world … a world Sugarcoat could leave behind.

Sugarcoat tensed up, screaming in ecstasy as the love and heat became too much for her and she climaxed, squirting right into her school uniform skirt, leaving it with a damp stain.

Sunset broke the kiss and lowered Sugarcoat onto the ground, where she stumbled, struggling to stand after her intense experience.

“How’s that?” Sunset asked, cupping Sugarcoat’s cheeks. “Isn’t that so much better, my sweet?”

“Yes,” Sugarcoat nodded. “So much better … I … I’m sorry for ever doubting you, goddess.”

Sunset gave Sugarcoat a peck on the forehead, and Sugarcoat collapsed onto her bum, moaning. Burning up with pleasure, she ripped a hole in her skirt with bare hands and started fingering herself on the spot, unable to take it anymore.

“You are forgiven,” Sunset said, ruffling Sugarcoat’s hair. “Behave and serve me well, and who knows? I might do for you what Adagio did for me and give you a school of your own to play around in and spread our glorious word. Would you like that? I bet you would ...” She rubbed a finger under Sugarcoat’s chin, and Sugarcoat moaned at the touch, leaning into and rubbing her cheek against Sunset’s palm. Sunset unzipped her shirt and rubbed her nipple, getting a drop of milk that she fed to Sugarcoat by placing her finger on Sugarcoat’s lips.

Author's Notes:

This was an idea I had for a Her Way With Words sequel; the same thing, but with Sunset in place of Adagio and at Crystal Prep!

As I plan to no longer write for MLP once the year rolls over, doing a whole sequel was out of the question given that THIS story wasn't supposed to take longer than December 2018 to finish. But a one-shot telling a condensed version of a such story? That was just barely manageable. So enjoy this little epilogue, even (at least in my opinion) you can tell there were some sacrifices that had to be made to make it all fit in one chapter.

To wit, I'm not entirely happy with the version of Sunny Flare and Sour Sweet's corruption, but I had to come up with something with the deadline approaching, and I couldn't quite figure out a personalized corruption for them like Lemon Zest's involving music or Sugarcoat's having books.

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