In retrospect, arguing with a gypsy about Sliders might not have been the best idea, even if she did seem like she was having fun. You wake up in a slightly different world, where everyone is slightly shorter, and has Technicolor skin. Luckily, your apartment seems to have come with you relatively intact. Unfortunately, your job did not. Fortunately, a well-dressed woman propositioned you. After spending several days enjoying yourself with her, she offered you a job.

You sidle up to your co-teacher.

"Say, do you see that blue girl over there, playing with her tits?"

Spitfire looks at the sidelines of the dodge-ball game.

"Oh, you mean Rainbow Dash? What about her?"

You cough.

"Are we supposed to do something about that?"

She shakes her head.

"No, don't worry about it. If a student really wants stress relief, they'll come to you."

You digest that for a long moment.

"Stress relief?"

Spitfire looks at you quizzically.

"Yeah, you know, when your body gets all warm and tense, you ask someone to have sex with you. I know Principal Celestia said you were from a different world, but surely it can't be that different?"

You shrug.

"You'd be surprised."

She shakes her head in wonder.

"Weird. So if I told you to go encourage Fluttershy over there, what would you do?"

You glance over at the girl hiding behind her hair while reading a book.

"Talk to her? Try to get her to see how fun it is to move around and play games?"

Spitfire waits, a skeptical expression on her face. Out of the corner of your eye, you see one of the male students approaching. You tilt your head.

"What, am I supposed to eat her out or something?"

She laughs.

"You really have no idea, that's crazy. I mean, sure you could eat her out, but-"

"Coach?"

The male student stands to the side, his shorts pulled down enough to expose his erection. Spitfire glances down, then nods at him. She leans forward slightly, and shimmies out of her shorts and panties. The kid gets behind her and lines himself up with her pussy. Spitfire grunts as he penetrates her and latches onto her hips.

"Now, where was I?"

You tear your eyes away from her yellow ass bouncing with each thrust.

"Proper forms of encouragement?"

She snaps her fingers.

"That's right. So, what you should do is feel her up some. Complement her body, give her some confidence in herself."

You ignore the sound of flesh slapping together, a little dizzy at how things are.

"Just to be clear, groping inspires confidence?"

Spitfire nods.

"Look at Rainbow Dash over there. I've felt her up every day since freshman year, and now she's captain of the soccer team. I tried to get through to Fluttershy in the same way, but I guess she doesn't like girls as much as Rainbow does."

You aren't really sure what to say to that. The male student fucking Spitfire slams his hips against her one last time, and sighs in relief. After lingering inside her for a moment, he pulls out and wipes himself off on her ass.

"Thanks, Coach!"

Spitfire pulls her shorts back on.

"No problem, kid."

She nudges you.

"Hey, why don't you try practicing on Fluttershy? I think she just needs a man's touch."

You hesitate.

"You think so?"

Spitfire rolls her eyes.

"It's why you were hired. Now go on, see if you can't get her to open up."

You trot over, feeling a sort of excitement and an instinctual anxiety about what you are about to do. Fluttershy looks up from her book as you approach. You give her a wave.

"Is this seat taken?"

She looks at the long bench, then back at you.

"No?"

You sit beside her with a rueful chuckle.

"Maybe that was a dumb joke but anyways, nice to meet you. My name is Anon E. Mous, and I just wanted to check up on you, see how things are going."

She offers a shy little smile.

"Oh, I'm fine. This is a very interesting book about forest critters."

You glance at the open pages, only to find detailed illustrations of mating squirrels.

O-kay.

"If you don't mind me asking, is there something keeping you from participating in class?"

Fluttershy shakes her head.

"I don't mind at all, it's just that my breasts are too big and sensitive, so running around and things is painful."

You glance at her chest. That is pretty big for her age. You can't believe what you are about to say.

"Well, at least they look very nice."

Fluttershy looks at you skeptically.

"Do you really think so?"

You swallow. You reach out your hand and cup her boob in your hand, squeezing it gently.

"Oh! You really mean it!"

You stare at her blushing, beaming face. Well, what do you know.

"Let me clarify."

You kneel before her and slide your hands up under her shirt. She stares at you with wide eyes as you fondle and knead her soft tits.

"You have wonderful, sexy breasts."

Fluttershy bites her lip.

"Um, Mr. Mous?"

"Yes?"

Your thumbs rub circles around her nipples. She squirms in her seat.

"Do you like anything else about my body?"

You look her up and down, reluctant to stop playing with her boobs. Still, you have a job as a teacher.

"Well, let's see."

Your hands slide down her sides, coming to rest on her hips.

"You have a tight little waist. Could you stand up for me?"

She nods eagerly and obeys. You grab her ass, digging your fingers into her soft, yet perky cheeks.

"Delicious."

She squeaks. You slide your hands down her thighs and calves, gently widening her stance.

"And you have wonderfully long, slender legs."

You duck your head under her skirt and reach up to pull aside her panties.

"I like how well trimmed your bush is. While I'm here..."

You get a grip on her hips and lick her lower lips. Her legs shake and shiver as you lap more and more deeply at her flower.

"Oh, oh my!"

She tastes of butterscotch and honey. Your tongue quests higher up her slit, seeking the Holy Grail. Her feverishly warm flesh parts easily before your ministrations. Light spills into the scene as Fluttershy lifts her skirt and runs her fingers through your hair. Her heavy breathing catches as you find a little nub. You give her clit long strokes with your tongue, adding a little swirl with the tip. She whimpers, her legs trembling and pressing against the sides of your head. Your mouth and face are now coated in her sweet, tantalizing juices. You moan happily as you lick and tease and drink from this cute and sexy young woman. Fluttershy pants, gazing down at you with sultry, needy eyes. You give her a wink, and start spelling out your name on her clit. You barely get to the 'u' by the time her thighs clench around your head and her hips roll and surge against you. You lap greedily as she cums into your mouth. Fluttershy lets out a low moan, one hand pushing your head deep into her crotch, the other mashing her breast and pinching her nipple. You swallow again and again, and slowly the flood abates. Her thighs release their hold and she pushes your head gently from between them. She collapses onto the bench, her chest still heaving. You sit beside her and smile at her.

"All in all, you have a lot to be confident about."

Fluttershy looks down at her knees, then pulls her hair aside to look at you with wide, hopeful eyes.

"If I participated in class, would you encourage me some more?"

You rest your hand on top of hers, giving it a little squeeze.

"Of course. Although, will you be alright? What with your sensitive breasts and all."

Fluttershy hefts her boobs in her hands, considering.

"It'll be a little uncomfortable, but I guess I can wear two sports bras."

You give her a kiss on the cheek.

"Atta girl. Just let me know when it gets to be too uncomfortable, and I'll give you a massage, how does that sound?"

She beams at you.

"Perfect! Thank you so much, Mr. Mous."

You stand up and pat her head fondly.

"See you around, Fluttershy."

As you walk back towards the rest of the students, she waves shyly at you. You wave back, then jog over to Spitfire. Before you can say anything, she grabs you by the shirt and pulls you in. Her lips meet yours passionately, her tongue plundering your unprepared mouth. After the initial surprise, you pull her in close, one hand on her lower back, the other cupping the back of her head. She hums happily as your tongue joins the battle, exploring the slick warmth of her mouth. After several long moments of this, she breaks the kiss and smirks up at you.

"That's my encouragement for a job well done."

Your hand on her lower back drifts down and grabs a handful of her ass.

"My pleasure."

Coach Spitfire laughs, and pushes you gently away.

"Save it for after school, we still have students to teach."

You step back.

"That a promise?"

She smirks at you.

"It might take a couple hours to properly show my appreciation. Look forward to it."

You grin.

"Oh, I definitely will."