I'm So Sorry

"...And that students, is how Celestia subjugated and almost caused the extinction of"

>You are abrubtly cut off by the sound of the bell, signally the end of the school day

>All of the young fillies and colts collect their things and head for the door

>All but one

>One marshmellow-hued little filly scampers over to your desk

"Yes, Sweetie-Belle?"

>"You're a really nice teacher, Mr. Mous"

>Aww

"Well, thank you, swe-"

>Your reply is interupted by said filly mushing her face into your leg

>Aww

>It reminds you of a small puppy

>That one little stadistic part of your mind that loves ruining others fun then turns on yourself

>"Hey, hey, Anon, you remember all those teachers back on earth that got put in the slammer for fucking kids? Have fun with that thought"

>And with that thought, you can feel your pupils shirnk to the size of needlepoints

"T-that's quite enough sweetie belle, why don't you go find your friends now?"

>"I know you must be lonely, Mr. Mous", she says as she wraps her front hooves around your leg, "I just want to make sure you feel loved here in equestria"

>Oh god

>This little filly wants the dick

>NO! BAD ANON! BAD THOUGHTS

>Don't panic, there is a small child basically dry-humping your leg

>Okay panic

>Get the fuck out of there

"I've got somewhere to be sweetie, I must be going now"

>And with that you kick the little bundle of potential lawsuit into the wall and book it back to your home

 

>Your fears are only stoked over the following days

"I don't really think a belly rub is appropriate, applebloom"

"I'm not sure I should be the one to accompany you to the race, Scootaloo? Can't you just go with your family?"

>Okay, how the fuck were you supposed to know about that?

"Yes, yes, Diamond Tiara, you have a nice cutie mark, could you please remove your posterior from my face?"

"No Silver Spoon, a lesson in spooning is out of the question"

>Goddamn foals

 

>Some time later

>You are sitting in your classroom, getting your things ready for the day, whcn Cheerilee walks in

>"Anon, we need to have a chat about something"

>Fuck this gay equestria

>Okay, just play it cool

"W-w-w-w-w-what about, Ch-cheerilie?"

>Nailed it!

>"It's about the way you've been interacting with your students, Anon"

>Oh god, here it comes, the lawsuit, the shame, the peircing eyes, you are going to prison

>You know exactly what they do to people like you there, you are going to die

>One chance, silver-tounge your way of this

"I swear, I didn't touch any of them! They all came onto me!"

>Nailed it!

>"That's exactly the problem Anon"

>You shoot her a confused look

>You could land a jet under your raised eyebrow

"Elaborate"

>"I don't know how it works where you come from, but here in equestria, we teachers take a very...hooves on approach to teaching"

>"I've received complaints that you are being entirely too unloving with your students, so in that regard we are going to be having a special lesson today"

>"My little ponies! Come on in"

>For some reason, you cringe hard at that phrase

>Your class files in, and...Twilight? What's she doing here

>"Twilight here will be aiding us in our lesson today

>You aren't sure you like where this is going

>Cheerilee pulls a chair up to the front of the class

>"Why don't you have a seat, Anon?"

>This is really goddamn backwards

>Sitting down, you notice Twilight moving behind you

>"Now class, today be a little different. You're all going to be teaching Mr. Mous a very important lesson about living here in equestria"

>Beads of sweat run down the back of your neck, you really don't like the look of this

>"Would anyone like to volunteer to go first?"

>"Ooh-Ooh-Ooh-Ooh Me! Me! Me!"

>No mistaking that voice

>"Well come on then, Sweetie Belle, come up to the front of the class"

>Twilight magic's her up onto your lap, and you are left face to face with those big green eyes, and that smile that could survive an apocalypse

>"Anon, why don't you start with a little head-rub"

>Seems innocent enough

>You dig your fingers into her swirly mane, and give her head a few scratches, before stroking down her neck

>"Very good, Anon, now try using both hands"

>Doing as your told, you run your other hand down her back in a repeated motion, you can't help but smile at the giggles coming from the alabaster filly

>"Alright, enough of this soft stuff", Cheerilee abruplty announces, "Sweetie, as we discussed"

"What wha-"

>You don't have the chance to finish your thought before the little marshmellow before you leaps up and plants her mouth onto your

>Instinctively, before you have any understanding of your situation, you attempt to pull her away

>"Oh no you don't", Twilight sneers as you feel an invisible force yank your hands behind the chair

>So that's what she's here for

>This is bad

>Really bad

>Here you are afraid of a little flirting words being forced to french a minor infront of a crowd

>Wow she's really going at it, where'd she learn to use her tounge like that?

>Your eyes frantically dart around, coming to rest on cheerilee's-wait, is she giving fucking bedroom eyes?

>She is, what the fuck. What the fuck is going on?

>Sweetie Belle decides to come up for air

>"Mr. Mous"

>"You can call him, 'Anon'", Cheerilee interupts

>"Anon", she continues, "Don't you like me? Aren't i a good student?"

"Of course you're a good student"

>"Then why aren't you giving me any back?"

>This filly

"Do you really feel like that about me?"

>"Of course i do!"

>Every part of your rational mind is screaming not to do this, but you clearly aren't in a rational situation

"Al...Alright then, come get it", you say almost dejectedly

>The second round starts and your toungues intertwine, lapping at one another, doing a sensual dance that no child of this age should ever know to do

>And yet, you couldn't completely say you hated it

>Gentle moans escaped her lips, and your vocal choords betray you as you find yourself doing the same

 

>Minutes pass

>The two of you finally break apart, panting, staring deeply into eachothers eyes

>Cheerilee licks her lips, "Alight sweetie, enough foreplay"

>What

>No

>She couldn't be serious, She ins't going to have her-

>You are proven wrong once again as you feel twilight's magic rip your trousers and underwear from your wait

>There, throbbing, twitching, sitting boldly abright infront of an entire classroom of children was your dick

>A sea of "ooh"s and "aah"s, and the occasional "HOT MONKEY DICK" exudes from your students

>There was no turning back now

>This all could have been explained away, or given a blind eye

>But no more

>Your hands still restrained behind your back, you are powerless to resist as your makeout partner moves to the edge of your lap

>Digging her nose into your balls, and inhaling deeply, Sweetie's half lidded eyes lock with yours

>"You smell sooooo good, Anon. I've been a bad filly, and I think i need a punishment"

>This is so wrong

>You roll your head back and barely contain a scream of pleasure as a small, velvetly warm tounge is dragged slowly, so agonizingly slowly from your taint, up your sack, and up to the tip of your cock.

>You can seem some in the crowd beginning to play with themselves

>Cheerilee too, has since stopped giving a shit and has dropped the pretense of "lesson" to sit in the corner, violently mashing at her clit with her hoof

>She attempts to take it all into her little mouth, only getting a inch or so down before gagging and pulling back up

>After repeating this process several times, Cheerilee is aparently not amused, and trots over, leaving a trail of her mare-slime from the corner

>"Here, let me help you with that", she coos as she puts a hoof behind Sweetie's head

>You watch in horror as the teacher begins to slam her student's face violently up and down on your dick, flinging saliva everywhere

>Aparently getting bored of that, she decides to just force her all the way down, and holds her there

>You can hear her choking and gagging, and her hooves start to slow in their wild flairs for escape

"Cheerlilee! Please! She's just a filly! Stop it! I'll do anything!"

>"Anything? Really? Will you fuck her?"

"Sure! Whatever, just let her breathe you fucking sadist!"

>Cheerilee cracks an evil smile, and a few more rivulettes of juice trickle down her leg as she releases the poor girl

>Wait, what did you just agree to?

"Sweetie, I'm so sorry"

>"Don't be", she sputters out between hacking and wheezing,  "I'm having the time of my life"

>She pulls herself forward, and alines her most sacred of slits with your dick

>Before you can even think to speak, she plunges it down all the way, completely filling her, your tip ramming into her uertus

>She screams, you can feel her clenching around your swollen member, shaking as juices pour out of her

>Did...did she just come from the first thrust

>"Are you going to fill me up, Anon?"

>You can't even begin to process that, you're almost at your breaking point, you can't hold on much longer

>You are going to cum inside of a child, and you can't stop it

>Slowly she begins to move her hips up and down, never breaking eye contact, the pressure is building

>All at once, your willpower evaporates as you release a torrent of seed into your student

>"Give it all to me, give it to your naughty, greedy little girl"

>This is the end for you

>After resting on your chest for a while, Swettie Belle finally pulls herself off your limp dick, and scampers back to her seat

>You turn to your captor

"There...are we....are we fucking done here?"

>"Oh Anon, we are just getting warmed up. Oh Rumble!"

>Rumble

>God

>Is

>Dead

>God is dead, and this fuchsia bitch killed him

>You're going to hell, you're going to hell and then you're going to be murdered in hell and then you'll go where awful people go when they die in hell

>"On your knees, Anon"

"You can't be serious"

>"Oh but i am, Twilight?"

>A searing pain goes down your spine that forces you up out of your chair, your hands still restrained, then forces you down onto your knees

>You are now eye to eye with the little grey colt

>"On your back rumble"

>He obeys his teacher, flipping onto his back, exposing his throbbing member to you

>Why

>You feel a hoof on the back of your head

>"A teacher should never ask something of their students that they themselves wouldn't do"

>As the hot rod is forced into your throat, he makes a noise somewhere between confusion, shock, and bliss

>His scent wafts upon your nose, and the his salty taste adhering to your tongue

>This is all a bad dream, just close your eyes and it will be over soon

>You have little choice but to begin bobbing your head up and down, leaving your spit all over it

>"Remember Anon, stallions don't last very long, oh, and watch out for the flare"

>Wait what?

>His hips thrust forward into your throat, the end of his cock balloons out, lodging it in place as metric fuckliters of cum spray into your throat]

>You begin swallowing as much you can to attempt to keep air in your lungs

>As you begin to feel light headed, the flare receeds and he falls out of your mouth with a wet noise

>"Very good, A+ for the day...for both of you"

>You were going to kill her, you were going to kill her and scatter her ashes to the wind

>"Are you ready for the final exam, Rumble?"

>"You bet, Miss Cheerilee", the little colt shouts as he hops back up onto his hooves, and spins 180 degrees

>You feel Cheerilee's tongue along your dick and are helpless as it rises once more

>"We're going to need you hard for this, Anon"

>You should have guessed

>You should be shocked that she is having you do this, but you aren't. You can't muster the energy to be outraged any longer

>Defeated, you accept your fate, and waddle over to your waiting receipiant

>Tears streaming down your face, you line yourself up with his rear entrance, and begin to push

>"WAAUGAH", is the best approximation to the noise Rumble makes as you finally break through

>You pause as you hilt

>"Why are you stopping? Twilight, I think we need a little more persuasion"

>Once again, waves of pain wash over your, you begin to thrust in hope that it will apease your captors

>"That's a good boy, Anon"

>Soft grunts of pleasure meet you with each thrust

>Your purple warden bends down, and places a hoof on the poor colts raging stiffy

>"Can't be letting Anon have all the fun now can we?", She says as she begins to stroke up and down

>All of this proves to be too much as he once again lets loose, all over the classroom floor

>You too, cannot handle this, and for the 2nd time that day, release your jizz into a child, then slide out with a wet *pop*

>"Who's next?"

"I can't go any more Cheerilee, I can't keep this up"

>"We planned for that", She shoots a glance to the unicorn in the corner, who without heistation fires a beam of light into your dick

>You begin to feel your balls swell to the size of baseballs, and your erection at 105% once again

>That's the last thing you remember

>Next you know, you are waking up, the entire floor covered in a thin film of marejuice and jizz

>All of your students, as well as Cheerliee, are passed out, sprawled on the floor, copious amounts of what you can only presume are your fluids leaking of out every hole

>And there, at your crotch, was Twilight, softly licking your flaccid member

"Why"