You are Anon, wandering the weight room. Your students are largely well-behaved, but you still keep an eye on the free-weights area. You come across Fluttershy at the hip adduction/abduction machine. She's gazing forward with some intensity, her lips moving as she silently counts. You wait until she's done with her set before speaking.

"Hey Fluttershy, how's it going?"

She looks up at you, suddenly cheerful.

"I'm doing well, Mr. Anonymous. Ever since I started participating more in class, I've been getting stronger. Um, would you like to feel it?"

She flexes the arm closest to you. You give her bicep a good squeeze.

"That's some nice muscle, definitely. And how are these doing?"

You cup her breasts, jiggling them slightly. She giggles.

"They're fine, I'm wearing some good sports bras, and that helps a lot."

You give them a final squeeze.

"That's good to hear. Oh, a something to keep in mind with this machine: while it does strengthen your adductor muscle groups-"

You stroke her inner thighs

"- and your abductor muscle groups, -"

You rub her hips.

"- it does so in isolation. These are stabilizing muscles, and work to support larger muscle groups like your glutes."

You dig your fingers into what you can reach of her pert bottom.

"That means that if you don't work them out equally with the other groups, you can get muscle imbalances and maybe even joint issues later on. If you want to strengthen them more naturally, squats and lunges are good alternatives."

Fluttershy nods seriously.

"I think I'll try that when I work out at home."

You give her head a few pats.

"Good girl."

She beams at you, wiggling happily under your hand. Unfortunately, you still have a job to do.

"Well, I've taken up enough of your time for now. Keep up the good work."

Fluttershy nods earnestly.

"I will!"

Partway through your rounds, Sunset comes jogging towards you, smiling and lightly blushing.

"Mr. Mous!"

You stop.

"What's got you upset, Sunset?"

She comes to a stop before you and rolls her eyes.

"Nothing much, I'm just a little distracted, that's all. Mind helping me out?"

She turns around, pulls her shorts down, and bends over. You admire her glistening slit, so prominently displayed.

"Sure thing."

You push down your sweatpants and line up your cock. Sunset hums in contentment as you penetrate her. You latch onto her hips, thrusting more and more deeply into her feverish pussy. She pants, hands on her knees, her boobs swaying back and forth. All too quickly, she tightens around you, moaning and soaking your crotch in her cum. Sunset lingers for a moment after her orgasm, then promptly slides off your dick and pulls up her shorts.

"Thanks, Mr. M!"

You sigh as she walks off, reluctantly pulling up your pants.

"Anytime, Sunset."

Then you feel a tapping on your shoulder. You turn to find Rarity smiling politely.

"Can I help you?"

She tosses a lock of hair over her shoulder.

"Rather, I believe we can help each other, Darling. I saw how Sunset left you high and dry, and I must say I was rather affected by your predicament. Shall we cum together, Darling?"

You grin.

"Thank you, Rarity, I'd appreciate that."

She preens at your words of gratitude.

"Then lay down, and I'll take care of everything."

You are happy to comply, even though the floor is hard tile and cold on your bare skin as you take off your pants. Rarity strips quickly, her modest bust jiggling with every motion. She straddles your waist, crouching while resting her hands on your chest. Her breasts hang like soft, succulent fruit before you. She coos happily as you squeeze and knead her tits. Her hips grind and roll against your erection, trapping it between her dripping folds and coating it in her arousal. Rarity bites her lip, breathing heavily. You grab her ass, pulling it to the side and letting go, letting it jiggle.

"You're doing great, Rarity. You feel absolutely fabulous."

She leans back, tossing her hair over her shoulder, trying to retain her composure.

"Of course I do, Mr. Anonymous. The body is but the garment of the mind, and everything I wear is fabulous."

You chuckle.

"There can be no denying that. Still, I would like to appreciate your inner beauty as well as your outer."

You thrust upwards, lifting the young lady an inch or two while your dick remains achingly exposed to the warm air of the gym. Rarity gives you a wry smile.

"Patience is a virtue, Darling. However,"

Her left hand slides down her hip and between her legs, her slender fingers spreading her flower in all its delicate glory. Her right hand curls around your erection, lining it up with her glistening entrance.

"We have both waited long enough."

She lowers herself, her folds wrapping around you like a velvet glove. You groan, and she whimpers, biting her lip as her eyes roll back in her head. You grab her hips and start working your length in and out of her. Rarity shudders in pleasure, whimpering and whining in desperate need. She feels amazing, her hips rolling and surging against your own.

"Oh fuck, I needed this."

She grins at you, slowly coming to lay down on your chest.

"Mmm, so glad I could help, Darling. Your reactions are quite flattering."

She's practically purring as she grinds her hips against yours in a circular motion. You can only bear to look at her sultry expression for so long. You pull her head down and draw her into a kiss. Her eyes go wide, then slowly drift closed. You close your eyes as well, focusing on the sensations of her pussy sliding and constricting around your cock and the taste of her mouth. Rarity hums in pleasure, her tongue skilled and lingering as she savors the kiss. You lose yourself in the moment, riding high on the exquisite pleasure of plundering this lewd young woman's body. Your hands explore her smooth, pale skin, grasping onto her soft flesh with animal desire. Rarity exults in your attentions, cooing and whispering lewd encouragements as you worship her body. You feel yourself nearing the edge of your self-control, your mind growing hazy with an ancient need. You purposefully cup her breasts in your hands, leaving her free to move in whatever way she wishes.

"I'm going to cum soon, Rarity."

She blinks at you. Then she licks her lips, her smile growing increasingly smug.

"Good."

Rarity picks up the pace, spearing herself again and again on your cock in rapid succession. You pant and swear, fully at the mercy of your student. She cups your cheek gently in her soft hand and kisses you chastely on the lips.

"Cum for me."

Those words unlock a torrent inside you. You grab her hips and slam your dick as deep inside her as you can. Her eyes roll back once more as your seed jets inside of her, coating her convulsing walls. At the same time, Rarity's passage floods with her orgasm. She collapses on top of your chest, her hips twitching and bucking as she rides out the waves of pleasure coursing through her body. You gently stroke her back.

"Good girl. That's a good girl."

After a moment, you hear footsteps approaching. You hope it isn't another girl coming for relief, you are pretty spent right now. You look up. Well, it's not a girl. Coach Spitfire raises an eyebrow at you, cum coating her lips and her chin, glistening across her cleavage, and dripping down her inner thighs.

"Laying down on the job, Anon?"

Rarity stands shakily, and you follow suit.

"Just conserving energy, that's all. Can I help you with something? Looks like you've had your hands full."

She rolls her eyes.

"Along with all of my holes. Next time, don't just help out a girl in front of a bunch of guys. Take her out in the hall or something, okay?"

You blush.

"Ah, sorry about that. I'll definitely remember next time."

Spitfire smiles at you.

"It's alright, we're all learning here. Except you, Rarity!"

Spitfire slaps the girl on the ass.

"Go show off on your own time!"

Rarity blushes, rubbing her stinging cheek.

"Yes ma'am."

You use the distraction to grab a towel. As Spitfire turns back to you, you start wiping off the cum from her face.

"Does she do this often?"

Your fellow teacher spares you a grateful smile before glaring at Rarity some more.

"Mostly to new teachers, or during lunch period. She'll be serving detention with me this afternoon, for what good that will do."

Rarity pauses in the midst of putting her clothes back on.

"Again?"

You give her an unamused look.

"I'm not sure why you are surprised, if this is a regular thing for you."

The young woman huffs.

"I had hoped to finish the dresses for the girls this afternoon..."

Coach Spitfire snorts.

"Should have thought of that before your little show."

Rarity sighs.

"Oh, very well, I suppose I deserve this. Another time, Mr. Mous."

You nod an acknowledgement as she wanders off. Turning back to Spitfire, you start swabbing at the spattering of spunk on her slopes. She tugs down her tank top, exposing her breasts to your ministrations.

"Thanks for this, Anon. Boys can be so messy."

You chuckle.

"I can't blame them. You have an absurdly sexy body."

She smiles at that. She replies as you lift up a boob to wipe up the drippings underneath.

"That's sweet of you to say. Speaking of my body and sexiness, do you have any plans for the weekend?"

You start on her other boob, shifting your grip on the towel so that you're wiping with a relatively clean surface.

"As a matter of fact, I was hoping to talk to you about that. How do you feel about having some fun with me and Luna this Sunday?"

Coach Spitfire tilts her head.

"Business fun or casual fun?"

You give her nipple a light pinch as you finish wiping up the cum.

"Casual. She wants to press up against me and feel me cum inside you. Interested?"

She grins.

"Kinky, I'm in."

"Nice. Let's plan on the evening, say, 7PM my place?"

You go to grab another towel.

"I'll be there. Oh, and don't bother with down there. Rarity!"

The girl pokes her head out from behind the weight machines.

"Yes?"

Spitfire beckons her over.

"Mind licking up the leftovers of your admirers?"

The fashionista just sighs.

"Yes, Coach Spitfire."

Your fellow teacher pulls down her shorts, revealing her glazed pussy. Rarity kneels down and starts licking, beginning with the drips along the thighs and heading upward. Spitfire gives you a lopsided smile.

"She's a good girl, when she wants to be."

You nod, and watch your student swallow the cum from Spitfire's legs.

"So I see."