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>You're the teacher of an art class. This girl is one of your students. The students should draw something about their free time. After a while you see this look on the girl and you wonder what she is thinking. So you stand up from your table and ask her......
 
>You glance down at your seating chart trying to memorize some of the students names before looking like an idiot calling her girl or asking her name again.
>Sunset Shimmer, hmm easy enough to remember but hey it's only the first day.
>You get up from behind your desk and slowly start patrolling the room, glancing at each students work as you make your way towards her.
>Is it just your imagination or does she keep stealing glances at you?
>No she's definitely trying look up at you before quickly looking away back to her drawing.
>Your teacher senses are tingling, she's acting far too guilty. What is she drawing?!
>You time it perfectly, she looks up to you then goes back to her drawing and you beeline for her.
>You just catch it on the edge of your sight, your own face and the beginning of your suit in exquisite detail.
>A wonderful start of a portrait, she jumps realizing you're almost upon her shoving the paper under another picture...
>... Cartoon horses, bubbly and strange proportions, well she certainly has different styles...
> Sunset is now starring up at you, her face flushed red.
>"Umm Mr. Anon did you need something?"
>You stand there dumbly for a moment, thrown off by the whole situation.
"So... Uh, you like ponies?"
>she looks back down at her cartoon scene and the red in her face deepens; other students are snickering.
>"Yes, I like ponies."
"Well uh very interesting. Yeah... you've certainly got your own style. Carry on."
>You try not to worsen the awkwardness of the situation as you make your way back to your desk.
>Sitting back down you can't help by notice Sunset glance your way again, the second paper slid part way out of hiding where her pencil is working.
>Your eyes meet hers and she doesn't look away this time studying your face in full before smiling and returning to her drawing.
>It's going to be a long year.
>Horses, horses and more horses, maybe it was a mistake to have encouraged that little cartoon she had drawn because if one thing was true Sunset sure did like horses, err ponies.
>You had to admit the style had grown on you, it had grown into a pastel surrealism where the animals mimicked humanity.
>Though childish in someways she could still come up with such unique settings and scenes you couldn't fault her, but that's not to say she had stopped drawing other things and styles.
>She kept a private folder that you were only able to catch glimpses of, but with out fail the bits you saw were forms masculine, human and clothes you owned.
>Then there was things like the project sitting on your desk, the one you had asked her to stay after class to discuss.
"Now Sunset, this picture is fantastic really but I can't accept it, these projects were supposed to hang up in the lunchroom I can't do that... You know why right?"
>The project had been meant to push her to use those hyper realistic sketching skills you had seen, hopefully on something other than yourself.
>Sunset however had decided to choose her number one fall back; a tan mare with fiery red mane thrashed in amazing detail, muscles taunt, head thrown back and barely visible veiled through strands of it's tail a winking pussy.
>She looked uncertain, you were sure she was just playing dumb, she had to know what she had done.
>"It's not good enough is it? I'm not sure about drawing this style, I'm not used to it..."
>You had to stop yourself from snorting in disbelief at your student's lie; not used to it? Seemed like She drew you that way constantly.
"That's not the problem! It's the best one anyone turned in, the mare is beautiful! Your style here is fantastic but I parents will have fit if THAT is in their halls."
>You point right at the horse vagina, care not to touch the art directly.
>She can't look you in the face, staring at your finger hovering over the winking clit, her cheeks pinking, "you noticed that..."
"So you tried to hide it? Slip it into being displayed?" Honestly you expected better of her.
>"What no! It just kind of happened, the scene was supposed be realistic and the mood or the timing... I tried to cover it up."
"Wait you modeled this?"
>"I, excuse me? I-it's a horse how could I be the model?"
"No, used a model, you said it happened cause of timing?" You suppress chuckling at her mistake.
>"Oh yeah that's exactly what happened, she must have been horny at the time."
"I think it's called in heat-"
>"Maybe here it is" she mutters but you miss it.
"-but okay." You sigh, "I'll accept it, I can't hang it with the others but it sounds like maybe you just made a mistake."
>She's hugging you in an instant, "thank you Mr. Anon! I'm really always trying my best for your class. I just kinda zoned while drawing."
>She starts to linger in the embrace longer than she should, one hand on your chest, her breasts pressed against one shoulder, and her hand gently rubbing the other; your heart starts to quicken.
>"And you really think I'm... You think the mare is beautiful?"
"Don't get a big head Sunset, artists don't need egos... But yes you're very talented, the mare is stunning. Keep perfecting this style and expanding your other ones."
>"I will Mr. Anon, and you keep the project I was making it with you in mind anyways." Is her voice a bit husky?
>You want to protest but she's already walking away, after dragging that hand teasingly across your back; making you certain to speak.
>You're pretending to organize papers when reaches her bag and bends over short skirt rising to show you her red and white panties with the little heart on them.
>She glances over her shoulder once her papers are stored, you don't know if you looked away quick enough only to hear her start humming with her back slightly arched swaying her hips as she digs through the bag for something; you can see the slightest outline of her lips.
>You pants are not supposed to tighten because of a student, her skirt finally covers her back up when she stands, you imagine for a second what she'd be like with nothing at all.
>Sunset is smirking at you, "I really appreciate you spending time after class on me, Anon. I know I'll get better with criticism, you can be a bit rougher with me, I don't mind if you're hard."
>Then she's gone; you're sitting wondering when encouraging students turned so wrong and just how far your tutoring will go.
>The school year seemed to be racing along, though maybe you just wished it would go faster, it was nearly November and Halloween decorations littered the halls as the weather was starting to turn cold outside.
>Your class was improving for the most part; you've had a few 'tutoring' sessions with Sunset but honestly she's good enough that there's only so much you can tell her.
>Your time with her has mostly been you trying to critique her and stay professional while she seems to always find away to run a hand along you or be too close for a student.
>You don't want to lose your job, this is the type of thing that destroys a man's life but that hasn't stopped the lump in your pants around her or dreams of her young needy body.
>It has to be that you're just miss reading the signals though, she can't actually know or mean what she's doing to you.
>She's gotten a boyfriend and while you had felt a little pang of jealousy there had also been the hope it would end her behavior around you, it didn't.
>Seems the poor boy is just being lead around as part of high school popularity games, Sunset happily ditches him after school almost everyday to sit in your classroom drawing ponies or more lurid scenes.
>She's gotten more protective of her secret art folder, the glimpses you've caught you can understand why; she's taken to sketching herself and some seemed like they are in compromising positions.
>The last one you glanced at three days ago still won't leave your mind each night or after school session, Herself nude facing forward with her face screwed up in an expression of pleasure with the beginnings of a male figure behind her, a hand clasping her breast and the telltale start of details identifying your favorite suit.
>You had to remain strong, winter break was coming; if you could just make it until then, a month and a half, maybe you could cool down and she might move on.
>These thoughts have all been distracting you, your organization for classes has almost gone out the window.
>Not to mention that it's been effecting the art you make on the side, you can't help but pull inspiration from her 'silly' cartoons, the best piece you've made since this year started was a splendid impossible castle on a mountainside so similar to her 'Canterlot' sketch.
>Well that and, you're guilty to admit it to yourself, a painting of her that you can't bring yourself to finish.
>But it's your mistakes with organization that has you driving back to the school an hour after you'd left to retrieve the Halloween projects for grading.
>The hallways are so strange empty and quiet like this, like a whole different building you have all to yourself.
>You make it halfway through your classroom towards your office before it registers in your mind, the wide eyed figure trying to make herself disappear into your chair.
"Sunset? What are you doing here?"
>Your voice is the tigger that springs her into motion, as she quickly tries gather all the papers spread across your desk.
"Hey, what is that? Stop!"
>You rush towards her, part of your mind screaming you should let her collect them, you know what your going to find and the rather creepy reason she might be at your desk in the middle of the night.
>You grab her arms and sternly push them back holding them to the chair above her head, looking down at her it occurs to you she's not even wearing the same clothes as she had in class.
>She's wearing a far too large t-shirt and no pants, only pink panties; her clothes are piled on the floor next her backpack.
>The thought of her striping in here, of her only in panties and t-shirt in your chair; you despise yourself for being hard.
"What's going on Sunset? Why are you still here and in my classroom and dress like that?!"
>The most likely but insane thought you have is that she's crazy, her obsession with you has gotten to the point where she's got her drawing spread over the desk playing with herself thinking of you! Damned if the devil on your shoulder doesn't whisper that concept is sexy as hell though.
>When she looks up at you though your anger, suspicion and lust are wiped away.
>Her eyes are red and puffy, and when you finally glance at the desk it's covered in her cartoon, ponies, unicorns and Pegasus, even a large white combination of both wearing a crown.
>This is not what you thought it was, not the lewd indulgences of an obsessed teen but... You don't even know what...
>She still hasn't said anything, she's not squirming to get her hands free, but she's hung her head and you see the small wet drops landing on her t-shirt.
>You let her hands go, she scoots up on your chair squeezing her bare legs to her chest.
>You put a hand comfortingly on her shoulder and crouch down to her level.
"Okay I started off wrong, I'm not mad, just surprised. I don't want you to be in trouble Sunset, but you have to tell me why you're here."
>She tilts leaning against your arm, her stare is a thousand miles away, maybe looking at her princess pony to distract herself?
>"I can't go home."
>The pain in her voice pulls every one of your heartstrings and you squeeze her shoulder.
"Why not? Do you need help? I can contact-"
>"No! No, it's not like that, you can't tell anyone else please."
"I'm going to need you to tell me what it is like then."
>She look uncertain and your years dealing with kids tells you she's trying to think up a lie.
"Sunset you can be honest with me I want to help you. Tell me the truth."
>"I was... I..." She pulls her knees a little tighter to her chest and hides her in them.
>Her voice is muffled, "My parents fight about money, at the end of each month when rents due it gets really bad, so I say I'm staying the night at a friends house. But I can't really do that, rumors would spread and I'm new... It, it wouldn't stay quiet."
>You believed every word of it, it just sounded true to you and while Sunset seemed to always look good sometimes you swore the things she wore looked like they came from hand me downs or a lost and found. Maybe she drew the innocent cartoons as a way to escape?
"So you decided to stay over night at the school? I'm so sorry, it's like that at home but it's not exactly the best solution is it? Don't you have anyone else you can contact and stay with?"
>You see her hair just slightly shift back and forth as she shakes her buried head, "no, I can't be honest with anyone." She sounds so damn sad.
"You can trust me Sunset, I'm not going to report this, I won't tell anyone."
>That gets her to unravel some and give you a small smile though she won't look you in the eyes.
>"I, umm, thank you. Your class, being able to draw, not worry, be myself... It's like a second home."
>You want to do more, you want her to be grinning and comfortable despite the poor situation she's dealing with.
"Ummm my desk chair isn't exactly the best place to sleep. I could open up my office, I've got a spare key, you could stay there and I could even run home being back some blankets."
>You really weren't certain about it, this still broke so many rules. But it was for a good cause right?
>Her eyes went a bit wide at your words that sad thin lipped smile expanding so much you could even see a pair of dimples you hadn't know existed and you knew the choice had been made for you.
>She springs up throwing her arms around you while standing on the chair.
>Usually you're a head taller than her but with the boost she's taller than you now; so much so that you get a face full of breasts as she braces her elbows on your shoulders and her hands run through your hair, her forehead resting on the top of your head and her long hair falling all around you.
>"You're the best Anon, I knew you were. Thank you, thank you, I've had no place to stay."
>Fact that she's bouncing on the chair and has no bra under the loose shirt is not lost on you as she yanks your head around, effectively forcing you to motorboat.
>Two fistfuls of your hair gently tugging down tilts your head up to look at her, she's practically glowing with a radiant smile, her face inches from yours.
>She closes her eyes and leans forward, your heart skips a beat but she pull you forward and goes high to kiss you on forehead.
>Perhaps things could have changed from here, with you caring for her only as the mentor you always wanted to be, but that's not what happened.
>Sunset shifted just enough as she pulled away from you to set the chair wheels rolling and suddenly was about topple over face first.
>It was just instincts that you grab her, hands luckily already behind her from the hug as you tried to stop her from falling.
>That was how you pulled her on to you, hands tightly griping her ass through cotton panties, a tone but soft cheek in the palm of each hand.
>She fell forward instead, pushing you onto the edge of your desk, she squeaked as her body ended up flush against yours with her hips forced against yours.
>You stood there in shock supporting her by your grip on her ass and pinning her against a now growing erection, the feeling of her warm breath against your neck is not helping.
>You're doomed, she's going to scream or shove you off and it will have ruined the trust between you.
"I-you"
>She pushes your shoulders back shoving you away, your heart aches a little because you were right and you loosen your grip to let her slide off you.
>You grunt as instead she pushes harder on your shoulders using the leverage to slide up instead, her legs swinging up over the desk edge to wrap around your waist.
>You feel a tentative lick against your neck before she starts kissing it, with her legs she's able to support herself on you just fine which she shows off by rolling her hips and grinding against you.
>One of your hands finds it's way back to her amazing booty with a firmer more meaningful grip as the other slips under her t-shirt along her silky smooth back.
>Your mind is screaming at you 'The hell is wrong with you, you should be pushing her off, you're taking advantage of her, she just an innocent girl in a weakened emotional state!'
>"Mmmm Mr. Anooon." She moans into your neck before tilting up to playfully nip your ear and whisper "be my stud."
"Oh fuck... Sunset..."
>You always thought you were a man of conviction and morals, that you could fight off temptation but fuck you're not made of stone, god dammit.
>You push your lips to hers, kissing her hard.
>Her hands have moved to your back, nails dragging down just a tickle through your clothes.
>Your cock is straining in its confines as you grind back against her eager hips.
>The kiss doesn't quite break as she bites your lower lip only release and to return open mouthed, tongue running over the offended area.
>You responded in kind with your tongue wrestling hers back into her mouth; you haven't kissed with this much passion since college.
>Your hand moves down from her ass to thigh as you lift and flip the two of you around so she's now pinned beneath you on the desk.
>The hand under her shirt has found its way to play with one if her breasts, perky and perfect as the nipple hardens under your circling thumb.
>The hand on her thigh moves toward her center to find the wet panties clinging to her.
>Your finger traces her folds through the cotton and she bucks and rises against you, your finger barely allowed to skim any depth against the cloth.
>She moans into your mouth, both her hands leave your back to find your teasing hand, one attempting to slide the panties down while the other tries to drag you up and under them.
>You smirk and break the kiss pulling away from her to look down and admire the way your student looks all disheveled and needy while exposed to you on your desk and laying all around her are those innocent cartoon pony pictures of hers, it's so goddamned lewd you're going to have to fuck her until neither of you can move.
>Both of her petite hands try to stop yours as you drag it up through a patch of fiery red pubic hair and away from her.
>"No, please," she cries it out loud enough for you both to freeze for a moment at the broken silence, both she continues in a whisper "please don't stop."
>She looks so vulnerable, hanging on your every move, any doubts you had about being mistaken or fears of miss reading her feelings on you are completely wiped away.
"I wasn't planing to."
>The free hand raised above her reaching to start undoing your own shirt, when something catches your eye.
>Movement through that little rectangle of glass at your classroom door, time is slowed as you can't move or look away.
>A pair of eyes peer through and go wide before suddenly moving past.
>Time returns to normal as you drag Sunset suddenly off your desk to hide behind it.
>"What are-" you cover her mouth and glance over the top of your desk and strain to listen; nothing returns to the glass, maybe you hear a squeaking in the distance?
>You take your hand away from her mouth, "Was, was somebody there? Somebody saw us?" Her voice quavers still the idea probably scared you more than it does her, this will destroy your life.
"Yeah, someone looked in."
>"You're sure, I mean maybe you thought you saw something and-"
"I saw something. Stay here but get dressed."
>You stand and head for the hallway.
>"Anon, What are you going to do?"
"I don't know..." But you had to do something...