Title:           KidAnonXTeacher Twilight, Pt 3
Author:          auag
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First Edit:      Wednesday 17th of February 2016 07:26:16 AM CDT
Last Edit:       Last edit on: Wednesday 17th of February 2016 07:27:14 AM CDT

>The large wooden door stands before you
>The chattering of students playing is behind you
>You had told you friends good bye for the moment
>Some quips were made
>Some about you needing a lot of lessons
>Some about you wanting a lot of lessons
>You bring a hand up to the door
>Pausing for a little moment
>You were late to school this morning
>This time you spent all of last night studying
>Understanding the material
>And you missed your teacher's morning invitation
>But
>It's now lunch, right before her class
>You've still got 30 minutes before the rest of the students start filing in
>And so you rap on the door
>A few moments pass
>The handle rotates
>Pulls back
>Here you go
"Miss Twilight?"
>Your heart leaps just a little when you see her
>Her back slightly arched
>Face looking down on her desk
>Papers shuffling
>Tail flicking
>Another button up shirt
>And a skirt that bobs with her movements
>She glances up
>Eyes big behind her glasses
>And she smiles
>"You're finally here."
"Y-yeah. I was late to school this morning."
>You step in, closing the door behind you
>As you walk towards your desk, her magic lights up
>And the shades start closing on the windows
>The room gets dimmer
>She doesn't look disappointed at all
>Happy that she's seeing you
>"How did last night go, Anon?"
"I studied, Miss Twilight!"
>She raises an eyebrow
>You ruffle through your bag
>Grabbing your notebook
>A pencil
>An eraser
>And almost skip to her desk
>"I'm really glad you studied this time. You didn't get too distracted last night?"
>You did
>It's hard not to think of her
>And keep thinking of her
>All of her
>Her fur
>Her warmth
>Her smell
>In fact
>As you step closer
>You can already smell her
>It's a sweeter scent, more flowery this time
>Different than last, but still pleasing
"W-well, I did."
>You bring the notebook onto her desk
>And eyes meet
>"Why don't you tell me how you took care of it?"
 
>You gulp
>She only smiles
>Turns the pages of your notebook, flipping through it
>As you recall what you did
"I-I thought of you, again, Miss Twilight."
>"And what did you think of?"
>It wasn't much different from two nights ago
>But this time it felt easier to recall what happened
"Just what we did."
>"And nothing more?"
>What more could there be?
>What was she even hinting at?
"What do you mean?"
>She gives a soft giggle
>Pats her desk
>"I can show you a lot more than what we did."
>You hop on immediately
>Getting in front of her
>Shoving your materials aside
>Ready to learn
"Y-yes?"
>Her hooves bring themselves on your legs
>It feels really familiar
>Like this is just normal
>"Only if you do well on the quiz today."
>Oh
>Well
>You're confident about that
>If she's just going to test you on the material you learned
>You actually understand the material now
>Her hoof grips against your cheeks
>Rubbing
>She giggles
>"You're just adorable."
>That makes you feel fuzzy inside
>Her hoof moves to your shoulders
>Just looking at you
>Smiling
>"I missed you today. In the morning."
>She leans in
>You lean down
>Lips meet
>A swift moment
>Sweetness
>Wetness
>And you both retreat
>You didn't even know how to do it
>It just came to you
>The culmination of all the warmth and fuzziness
>You lick your lips
>As she does hers
>In unplanned unison
>She giggles
>Her taste was pleasant
>Subdued compared to...
>Where you tasted her yesterday
>But no matter how dull the taste was
>It's hers, Miss Twilight's, and that knowledge alone is enough to send you shivering a little
"I overslept this morning, Miss Twilight, I'm sorry."
>In normal circumstances, you'd feel a little nervous
>Scared telling a teacher that
>But here
>With Miss Twilight
>As she said yesterday
>You feel like you can just tell her anything
>Open yourself up to her
>Reveal it all
>And you'd be safe
>Her hooves rub on your shoulders
>Warm fur on warming fabric
>"Were you studying or thinking of me?"
 
"Studying this time!"
>You puff up your chest
>Feeling proud of yourself
>She holds her smile
>And her gaze
>"Really?"
"Yes!"
>"I'm proud of you, Anon."
>She brings a hoof up to stroke against your head
>Moving her other hoof down
>Back to your legs
>"Do you feel ready for the quiz today?"
>You nod
>Fervently
>"Well, Mr. I Studied Hard, will we still be needing some review today before the quiz?"
>Her words sound playful
>A little laughter captured in them
"I want to keep learning from you."
>And you give her a smile
>You really do
>And not just to be with her
>Even if that's mostly it
>She makes learning not that hard
>And for the first time it feels like you're really getting the material with her help
>You're just so used to being behind
>You focus on her smile
>On her lips and in her eyes
>Heart thumping just a little faster
>She breaks it after a few
>Glances at the clock
>Time surely went by fast
>There's 20 minutes left
>How did that take 10 minutes?
>"We don't have much time left."
>Her eyes wander back to yours
>Down
>Down
>Moving her hooves with her eyes
>"Do you want to help me focus first, or for me to help you first today?"
>And casually brings her hooves to your legs
>Pushing them out
>Sending that tickling wave passing through your body
>Drawing a tingling sensation in your groin
>You're not sure
>But either way
>You feel the fabric push against you
>Your shaft erect against your pants
>She brings her hooves between you
>Playing
>Rubbing through the fabric
>"Well?"
"I-I don't know."
>Her hooves continue to prod
>Massage
>Rub
>As she looks at you
>"Really, Anon? No preference?"
>You gulp
>She giggles
>Zips
>Open
>Cool air
>Hoof digging in
>Reaching out
>"Well, since we don't have much time, I want you to finish fast for me, okay?"
>It feels routine
>In a good way
>Like you know she's going to help you every time you walk in
>Her hoof bats against you, playing with it
>And you nod
>Her head dives in
>And instant warmth wraps around you
 
>It hit you suddenly
>And in full force
>A plethora of feelings and sensations
>The warmth of her mouth enclosed around your tip
>The suction pulling your cock into her
>Massaging you with the flow of saliva
>Her tongue swirling around the head
>Keeping the steady flow going
>No matter how hard she sucks on you
>She manages to make sure you never go dry
>And then she goes further in
>You arch your back
>Gasping out
>That was just the head
>And it's already driving you close
>As she goes deeper
>Her tongue licks against the underside
>Tickling your shaft
>Gentle sucking motions
>Loud suckling noises
>Your hands move to either side
>Gripping the table
>Knuckles white
>You look down
>She looks up
>Big eyes stare into yours
>And you swear her mouth forms a smile
>You're not sure how that works
>With you inside her
>She moves further in
>Wetting the underside
>Coating your shaft
>Sucking it
>Recoating it
>And soon her muzzle meets your skin
>Scrunching up a bit as she gets in
>Fur pressing against your sack
>And then she pulls out
>Slowly
>Suckling ceased
>Leaving saliva glistening on your uncovered shaft
>You quiver
>Gasping
>She pulls out with a pop
>Licking her lips
>Smiling at you
>"I'm surprised, Anon, I thought you would finish for sure."
>Was that a compliment?
>She leans in
>Moves her muzzle underneath
>Exhaling on it
>Her breath running over the saliva
>Sending chills down your stick
>She sticks her tongue out
>Opening just a little
>Letting you see her mouth
>Wet
>Warm
>Inviting
>Her tongue's tip pokes between your base and sack
>And runs it up your underside
>Slowly
>Bending it up slightly with her smooth tongue
>She gets to the tip
>And you're panting
>A swift peck on your tip
>Sends it throbbing
>"Now, will you be a good student and cum this time?"
>No more holding back
>You nod
>She smiles
>Brings her mouth back in, wrapped around you
>Tongue swirling
>Mouth sucking
>Pushing in again
>Muzzle scrunching up
>And then she starts bobbing her head
 
>The sucking motion
>The swirling of tongue and saliva
>Loud suckling
>Now mixed with her lips
>Squeezing against you
>Tight around your length
>Rubbing against it
>As she bobs back and forth
>There's a part
>Right after the head
>Where her lips smack close
>Squeezing you a lot tighter
>And on the way back
>Where her lips roll up
>And out to fit your head
>You're ready to blow any moment
>Your body twitches
>Squirms
>Wiggles
>She notices
>Moves herself in
>Muzzle pressing into you
>Pressing further
>Trying to get you deeper in her mouth
>Your member twitches
>Throbs
>Just once
>Before it finally squirts out
>Your hands hurt from gripping so tightly
>But in the moment it's just a nagging feeling
>You gasp out as you release yourself into her
>Shooting out that fluid into her
>Her mouth sucks at it
>Now not just pulling her own saliva back
>But coaxing more of it from you
>Milking you
>Pulling it all out of you
>You lean back
>Panting
>Mouth open
>Eyes rolled slightly up
>Warmth
>Relief
>Joy
>Wonderful feelings wash over you
>As you empty all of yourself into her wanting maw
>And when it's finally over
>You drop back onto the desk with a small thud
>Your back against the hard wood underneath once more
>Feeling the same amount of tiredness like last time
>"Anon, please stay awake."
>She shakes you
>You feel tingling around your body
>The desk beneath you leaving
>The surroundings moving down
>As you're lifted up
>And gently brought down
"W-what's going-"
>"I don't want you sleepy for class, alright?"
>She lays you down
>On the ground besides her
>Sits down
>A hoof on your cheek
>Stroking it gently
>"I want you to be free of distractions, but not asleep either."
>A gentle smile
"What about just a small-"
>She shakes her head
>Brings you in closer
>Spreads her legs a bit
>And that's when you notice her scent
>"You like that, don't you?"
>Sweet
>Strong
>"Don't think I haven't noticed, Anon."
>She smiles
>You're suddenly more alert now
>Mouth salivating a little
 
>A purple glow grips the hem of her skirt
>And she lifts it up
>Giving you a glimpse of her panties
>White between her legs
>And
>A little transparent
>You see her red folds underneath
>Wet
>Pressing against the fabric
>You don't feel that desire you felt a few moments ago
>But it's a different feeling
>It's still compelling
>Enticing
>Sniff
>Sweet
>She giggles softly
>"It's your turn to help me out now."
>You start to get up immediately
>But her hoof moves to your shoulders
>Gently pushing against you
>Nudging you back down
>"It's alright, Anon, let me."
>Gentle smile
>Loving eyes
>You relax
>Feeling both her hooves on your shoulders
>Bringing you down further
>Further
>Against the hard floor
>Cold against your back
>She lifts her hips
>Steps over you
>Her skirt lifts up further
>A nice reddish plaid pattern this time
>Her hooves move to your hands
>Warm fur once again brushing
>Down your arms
>Forearms
>Holding your hands
>Moving them to her thighs
>Rubbing them on her
>Circular motions while she rests herself on your chest
>Giving you a nice view
>"Did you wonder how I took care of myself yesterday?"
"H-how did you?"
>You keep staring at her there
>Mouth open
>Wanting a taste
>The smell is strong
>And dripping on your shirt
>You know it's going to stay with you for the rest of the day
>She doesn't quite press down
>But she's leaking
>Dripping
>Somehow
>She takes one of your hands
>Moving it towards her
>Brushing against her fur
>Hooks one of your fingers around the top of her panties
>And you feel warmth
>Wetness
>Soaking your finger
>You wiggle it around
>She breathes a little heavier
>Her body twitches just slightly
>Your hand moves in
>Past her panties
>Brushing against her slit underneath
>Fingers rubbing
>She takes it out
>You glance up
>Her skirt is between her mouth
>Her form is slightly hunched
>Her hooves grip your glistening hands
>Moves it towards your mouth
>You gladly open it
>And taste her sweet warmth
>With it a hint of flowery spring
 
>You ignore how weird it feels
>Your tongue flicking against your own finger
>Scraping off her juice
>Sucking on it slightly
>Her other hoof squeezes against your hand
>Forcing you to squeeze in turn on her flank
>Gripping her soft fur
>Rubbing it
>Circles
>She uses you, massaging herself
>Partnering her hoof with your hand
>She tugs gently on your hand
>Your lips loosen
>And she pulls it out
>Her juices exhausted
>Replaced by your saliva
>Glistening in the light
>The embrace of air around it chills your fingers
>While her soft fur warms your other hand
>Your heart beats a little faster
>Her grip slowly guides you forward
>Towards her panties
>Stopping
>Moving against her inner flank
>Scraping off your saliva on her
>Tracing against her fur
>To her panties
>You hook against the side of her panties
>Pulling aside
>Slowly
>Revealing the wet slit underneath
>It's almost like a flame
>Heat emanating from between her legs
>Like the sun shining on your chest
>You pull it to the side
>Letting go
>Leaving her bare to you
>She shifts forward
>Warm wetness trails along your chest
>Slowly forward
>The arm joined to her flank bends a little
>As she gets closer
>You feel it
>Warmer than ever before
>The heat against your skin sends you shivering
>She shifts a little
>Moves a little up
>Moving your hand to the side
>Both of them now against her flanks
>Held softly in her hooves
>Feeling safe
>Warmth on both sides
>As she guides you around her sides
>She moves forwards
>Her fur blocks more and more of your sight
>Head no longer visible
>Just fur
>Slit
>Panties
>She closes in
>Her legs soon on either side of you
>Warmth coming from above
>Just above your lips
>She winks
>And your tongue reaches out
>Panting a little with anticipation
>She dips down
>Just a little bit
>Your tongue's tip scrapes against her
>Just barely
>Flicking her wetness across your face
>And she pulls back up
>Your head reaches up
>She clenches your hands
>And you relax
>Letting her control it
 
>She holds it there
>Fluids dripping
>One drop
>Two drops
>Sweetness
>Taste untainted by your skin and fingers
>She dips again
>And you lean up
>Just barely
>You make contact
>Tongue pressing against her
>She continues to push down
>Pressure flattening your tongue against her
>And she rubs ever so slightly
>The taste is just like before
>But warm
>No heat lost to the air
>Or in transit
>As warm as her fluids can get
>Her hooves continue to grip against yours
>Letting you feel her flanks
>Guiding you to the softest spots
>She finally breaks it
>Moving up
>Dripping still
>Some of it falls on your tongue
>Some dropping into your gaping mouth
>Some falling on your face, dripping along the side
>You see her body shift a little
>Her rear moving back
>She leans forwards
>Brings herself down
>You know it's the last time
>Somehow you just know
>She connects once more
>But this time she keeps going down
>Relaxing her body
>Putting some weight on yours
>Your tongue instinctively gets to work
>Flicking against her
>Digging slightly into her
>She's not guiding your head anymore
>You're in charge of your tongue
>And your lips
>And your head
>You bob your head a little
>She moves with your motions
>Her hooves release from your hands
>You hear two thuds as she brings them down near your head
>Her skirt tickles against you when it falls
>Each lick
>Flick of the tongue
>Swing of her motions
>She moans out
>A soft one, not too loud
>Like she's stifling it
>Trying not to let any others know outside the room
>Her swings are rhythmic
>A pendulous motion
>Your tongue digs in on the bottom swing
>Exploring her insides
>Her muscles brush against your tongue
>Almost squeezing
>But not quite
>Your lips pin down on hers
>She slows down
>You retreat your tongue
>Give her a sloppy kiss
>And return your tongue inside
>She resumes
>Grinding against you
>Body tensing up
>You know the familiar cues
>And your hands squeeze against her sides
>Gripping tightly
>Pulling her down this time
 
>She resists for just a moment
>Before pressing down
>Harder than you dared to pull her down
>Pressing your head down
>Shoving against the floor underneath
>A few more rubs
>You let her use your lips
>Until she finally rewards you
>You feel her lips convulse first
>Transferring to her body
>Against your hand
>And then the loud gasp
>As the fluids gush out from her sweet source
>Flowing into your mouth
>Flowing past your tongue
>Down to your throat
>You hold it
>Collecting
>Filling your mouth
>Tongue working through the fluids
>Playing around with it
>Tasting the mix of her scent and your saliva
>And finally swallowing it
>Feeling the warm liquids rush down your throat
>She holds there
>The torrent now a trickle
>Her shuddering form now just panting
>She lifts up
>You hold her
>She pauses
>Just long enough for you to reach between her legs
>Flick against her once
>And pull her panties back
>You retreat your finger
>She slips backwards
>Moving back down
>Pressing against your stomach
>Hoof on her skirt
>Patting between her legs
>You see her face once more
>She's smiling at you
>Her hoof moves to your head
>Stroking to your cheek
>"Thank you, Anon."
>You lick your lips
>She giggles
"T-thank you, Miss Twilight."
>"Always such a sweet boy."
>Her tail flicks against your body
>Brushing against your half-mast shaft
>She glances at the clock
>You follow her gaze
>12 minutes left
>That took longer than you thought
>"We should get back to preparing for your quiz."
>She smiles
>Gets up
>Off
>And you follow suit
>About to pull up your pants when her magic wraps around it
>And works it up for you
>Even zipping it up
>It feels a little weird having someone else do it
>But it's Miss Twilight
>You'd be okay with her doing it any time
>She sits down on her chair
>Settling in
>She gestures you towards her
>You step up
>And get guided by her hooves between her and the table
>Her hooves wrap around you
>Head on yours
>And you sit back onto her chair
>In between her legs
 
>She holds you into a tight hug
>Brings some papers over with her magic
>Accompanied with crinkling sounds
>An empty sheet is brought before you
>She gives your head a kiss
>And brings up a pencil
>It feels a little weird to be out of it so fast
>And back into the rhythm of school
>But your teacher seems normal and fine
>Like she was used to it
>So you're determined to impress her
>And follow along
>"As I said, I'm giving you an easier quiz today."
>You glance back up
>Smiling at her
>She nuzzles against your head
>And then continues
>"But you still need to know what you've been studying, okay?"
"Yes, Miss Twilight, I studied!"
>A squeeze
>"And I've been telling you how proud I am that you do."
>She writes a single equation down on the paper before the two of you
>You recognize it
>Several trigonometric functions tied together with an integral on the left
>It's indefinite
>But from the studying you did, you see the patterns between them
>"How would you solve this problem?"
>You reach a hand out
>Or try
>You'd have to wiggle out of her hooves
>And squeezes
>"It's alright, you can just tell me."
"Well, if I turn that cosine in the first time to a cosecant on top, I can make cotangent out of it."
>You almost feel her beam at you
>"Wonderful job!"
>Coming from anyone else it might've sound sarcastic
>But you know it's genuine coming from her
>Besides
>Just yesterday you didn't even understand trigonometry
>All Miss Twilight did was show you how to learn
>And reward you for it
>Which brings to mind what could happen after the quiz
"M-miss Twilight?"
>"Mhm?"
"You said I could get, uhm, y-your-"
>"Already thinking you're going to pass the quiz?"
>How does she know so fast?
>It's almost like she's aware enough of you to know what you mean
>With just a few words
>The quiz shouldn't be hard
>Given what you studied
>"Because I can always bring you back with the class pace and material if you feel up for it."
>Only one way to find out, then
>And you shake your head
 
>She chuckles
>Her hoof moves up to pat you on the head
>Ruffling your hair
>"A scholar should never get cocky, no matter how much he's learned."
>Scholar?
>You look up at her
>Maybe she read your mind
>Or maybe your confused expression tells her
>She gives you a smile
>"Any student that tries to learn as hard as you do is a scholar to me."
>Of all the things that teachers have ever called you
>Inactive
>Unmotivated
>Passive
>Slow
>You never expected scholar
>In fact, none of your friends have ever praised you for anything book smart
>It's a strange feeling
>Being complimented about something new
>That you thought you were never good at
>You're pretty much speechless
>Unsure of what to do
>She senses it
>Brings her hooves around you
>You instinctively lean back
>Back against her warmth
>Nuzzling your head against her
>Smiling
>Thoughts still running what she said through your mind
"I-I'm a scholar."
>"Yes, yes, you are."
>Every word sends a flood of fuzziness through you
>Here she was
>Your teacher
>Calling you smart
>Or a scholar
>They're about the same thing, right?
>"Well, my little scholar, do you want to keep going?"
>The review material is in front of you
>But the arcane glyphs are now recognizable symbols
>There's no need
"I'm fine, I think I can do the quiz well."
>Her hoof runs down your stomach
>Reaching under
>Reaching in your shirt
>Rubbing warm fur against your skin
>"Do you want to sit here with me until lunch ends?"
>You just nod
>And lean back into her
>Relaxing
>Her hoof gently rubbing at you
>Head on yours
>Both nuzzling into each other
>Sharing warmth
>Breathing together
>Heartbeats aligned
>Measuring out the moments
>The minute hand inches closer
>And closer to the final mark
>The two of you spend the last of it tangled together
 
>"Anon?"
"Mhm?"
>"Class is about to start, do you want to get ready?"
>Somehow your eyes were closed
>You peek open, glancing at the wall
>The clock shows about a minute left
>Time did pass by fast
>But you enjoyed it
>All of it
>You give a small yawn
>Stretching a little
>Getting off
>Looking in the direction of your seat
>Which does feel a little far
>She prods you forwards
>And then you feel yourself lifted
>Tingling sensations wrapping around you
>A purplish glow surrounding your vision
>The ground leaves your feet
>And you're brought over to your desk
>Plopped neatly into it
>Facing the smiling teacher as the bell rings
>Her magic unlocks the door
>And the first of the students come piling in
>Group by group they continue in
>The chattering dying down as the seats break them up
>A familiar unicorn settles down next to you
>Glancing at you
>"You were here all lunch again?"
>You weren't really his friend
>He just sits next to you
>You don't even remember his name
>But a nod should keep him happy
>It does
>But not without a
>"Wow, that sucks. You must've really gotten her angry."
>Your beloved teacher steps up
>Closing the door
>Horn's glow subsiding
>"Please put all materials except pencils, erasers, and pens away."
>No explanation needed
>It's quiz day
>And time to show her how you've prepared
>How much you've learned
>And how much you care
>There's also the reward to think about
>A few moments of shuffling later
>And the sound is almost silent
>Miss Twilight picks up a pile of paper
>Walks down the aisles this time
>Passing them out
>Normally she passes a bunch in the front
>But none of the students seem to pay any mind
>Just saying "thanks" and "thank yous" whenever they get a paper
>And then it's finally your turn
>She stops by you
>Leafs through her quizzes in a blur
>Finding one
>Pulling it out
>Anyone looking would see it
>It lands on your desk
>A quick glance
>Evaluation
>And you know
>It's going to be easy
 
>You're allowed to start
>And you pick up your pencil as her hooves thud away
>Her tail flicks
>Brushing against your cheek
>Tickling a bit
>Forcing you to bring a hand up to rub against it
>You put pencil on paper
>And things mostly seem well
>Except
>You do feel a few eyes staring at you
>Were they cheating?
>Oh
>Yeah, it's a different quiz
>Maybe they're just wondering what it was
>Maybe they're thinking it's a stealthy detention request
>All you have to care about is what's in front of you
>Your teacher walks up besides you
>Passing papers on the other side of your desk
>Tails swishing
>Hips swaying
>Your eyes wander up
>Out of your paper
>Up her legs
>To her panties
>Mostly dried
>And you keep looking at it
>Imagining it in your hands
>That's what she promised if you win, didn't she?
>Her skirt doesn't even cover it
>Her tail lifts it up high
>Bouncing the skirt as she continues walking
>None of the other students even look up
>They're just buried down in the paper
>As you yourself should probably be
>But...
>She gets to the front
>Looks back
>Sees you staring
>Smiles
>Flicks her tail
>And walks down the next aisle, facing towards you
>Hard to see her panties now
>You do wonder why none of the unicorns ever care
>Maybe it was just a pony thing
>Or the quiz was ridiculously hard for them
>You glance back down
>The first is a simple question
>An incredibly simple question
>Just finding the area of a simple bounded trigonometric function
>As a start, you suppose
>And you work through the quiz
>The questions do get a little harder
>Some of it make you pause and think
>But all of it was understandable
>Before you knew it you were done
>The clock though
>It must be wrong
>Because only 10 minutes had passed
>These are 25 minutes long
>No way are you finished
>You flip back through
>Wondering if anything could be wrong
>Nothing though
>A quick glance around shows ponies sweating
>Staring at the paper
>Teeth chattering
>You're glad you're not them
 
>Well, the first question is right
>You make a few checks
>Yeah, the math checks out
>It's just simple identities
>Which you memorized
>You look up to your teacher
>She's watching the class
>Catches your eyes
>You smile
>Get one in return
>A secret moment
>Just the two of you
>Shared while the class struggles
>You're not going to be staring at your quiz any longer
>It's pretty much done with
>Your heart gives a small leap
>And fluttery feelings return to you
>As you stare into your teacher's eyes
>She holds your gaze
>And the two of you would've continued
>Until one of the colts raises his hoof
>And the brief link disconnects
>Miss Twilight walks up to the colt
>You can't help but stare at her skirt
>What portions of her flanks are visible
>Brief glances of her panties
>Tail bobbing
>A side glance at you
>And she knows
>You get a knowing smirk
>A brief whish of her tail
>As she steps up to the student
>He's in front, to the right of you
>And she positions herself right besides him, leaning down
>You hear hushed whispers, probably clarifications, nothing else
>Her back arches slightly, giving you a nice view
>None of the other students are looking
>They're too occupied with the quiz
>Her tail is lifted
>Giving glimpses of her panties
>The wetness underneath giving you a glimpse of further beyond
>You look around
>Wondering
>Just to make sure
>Did anyone else see it?
>To the right, studious unicorns scribbling
>To the left, more studious unicorns scribbling
>Miss Twilight leans her head up
>Back
>Seeing your frantic searching
>Her tail lowers
>Hiding herself
>Pressing slightly into her
>She turns her head down
>Whispers something
>Pats the colt on the back
>And continues back to her desk
>Even though lunch was only a little ago
>That small show got you aroused again
>And you shift around uncomfortably
>Wondering instead if any of your classmates notice you
>You glance at the clock
>10 minutes left
 
>It's weird, seeing how quiet all the students are
>You hadn't noticed before now
>You were one of them
>Except instead of scribbling you were panicking
>Writing random equations on the papers for credit
>Ending up with none
>Miss Twilight liked to make the tests hard
>Most students never got full marks
>Some weird math thing you never understood
>Even the grading mechanism was arcane
>Maybe she'll teach you how she grades
>Yeah, you look forward to that
>You pull on your pants a little
>Take a glance at the teacher
>She's reading something
>But must've noticed your gaze
>Because she looks up
>Smiles at you
>A soft, small smile
>It makes your situation a little worse
>Teetering
>Adjusting your pants
>And of course, she knows
>You half expect her to walk over up to you
>Walking past the busy students
>Ignoring them
>Reaching a hoof between your legs
>Spreading them
>Bringing her head in
>You keep bouncing these ideas around your head
>Your shaft throbs against the fabric
>And then
>Something else
>You look at her in shock
>Stifling a yelp
>Hands quickly up over your mouth
>Her grin shows teeth
>And she brings her head back down
>The student next to you glances up
>Briefly
>Eyes wander to you
>Then to the clock besides you
>His eyes widen and he resumes scribbling
>No one notices Miss Twilight's horn glowing
>No one notices the slight tinkling in the air
>No one notices you hunched over
>While her magic rubs against your shaft
>It's slow
>Gentle
>Like a loving hoof
>Your hands grip against the desk
>And you bite your lips
>You see her glance up through her glasses
>And glance down
>Her rubbing continues
>Gently
>It's nothing extreme at all
>You let yourself relax
>Even as her grip rubs over your sensitive head
>You find it in you not to moan out with each stroke
>And sit upright
>Trying to look down
>Feeling very hot all of a sudden
>The clock hits the time limit
>And she gets up
>Horn still glowing
>"Time is up, pencils down."
 
>Simultaneous clacking of pencils
>Shuffling of seats and sheets
>Collective groans
>You would probably the only calm one
>If it weren't for Miss Twilight playing with you
>She walks over to an end of the classroom
>Starts walking down the aisles
>Collecting
>It would have been faster to pass it up
>She normally does that
>But
>Something tells you she just-
>The stroking gets a little more intense
>Lurching you forwards
>Head onto the desk
>"Hey, c'mon, it wasn't that bad."
>Oh
>Your classmates didn't know
>Didn't see or didn't care
"I-I guess it wasn't."
>You're not sure how she's doing it
>It just feels really good
>Rubbing on all sides
>Massaging
>A stroking motion
>All without too much sound or disturbing your pants too much
>Miss Twilight walks down the aisle to your left
>Collecting papers from both sides
>Her gaze falls on you as she steps forwards
>Smiling
>She picks up your paper
>And without missing a beat
>Or a stroke
>She pats your back
>"Good job, Anon."
>It was a quiet thing
>And any teacher would've seen the solutions on the first page
>It was normal as a teacher
>But
>Not for you
>None of the other students paid it much mind
>She said that occasionally to everyone
>It still made you feel nice inside
>Want to jump up and hold her
>Celebrate
>But
>Her motions seem celebratory enough
>They've calmed down
>Slow gentle strokes once more
>She rounds up to the other side
>Giving a few comments here and there
>As she walks past you again
>You see her panties once more
>White contrasting against purple
>And her hold tightens around you
>Squeezing at your shaft
>Tickling at you
>Tugging and stroking
>Hard as she can
>You let out a gasp
>She calms down
>It was brief
>But it felt amazing
>Weird in the situation
>Weird that all the students are here
>But amazing nonetheless
>She brings her head up
>Turning around to you
>Adjusts her glasses
>"Is everything alright, Anon?"
>Her stroking doesn't stop
 
>Several eyes are on you
>Raised eyebrows, inquisitive gazes
>Your body shivers
>Just once
>Somehow you manage to hold it
>Hands gripping the table
>As you look up
>Past the students, into your teacher
>You match her gaze, lurching forwards
>Each stroke goes full length
>Poking your tip at your fabric
>Massaging it with both magic and your pants
>You open your mouth to speak
>And you feel her relent
>Slowing down
>Soft, gentle strokes
"N-no, I-I'm alright, Miss Twilight."
>She gives a small smile
>Turns back around
>A quick stroke
>A quick flick of her tail
>And you're staring again
>Watching her walk slowly down the row
>For a moment it seems she seems to match it
>Each step to a stroke
>She heads back around
>Walking across the other row
>Obscuring your view of her backside
>You turn back to focus on your desk
>Trying to ignore how some of your peers have noticed you
>Trying to ignore that they're even around you
>Just focusing on the desk
>Nice lines and patterns
>While Miss Twilight keeps working on you
>She wouldn't take you all the way, would she?
>Not here
>It'd make a mess
>You shift closer to the desk
>Chair scrapes loudly across the floor
>Huddling down
>Heads in your arms
>Closing your eyes
>You're close
>Really close
>And you feel your body tense up
>Your hands pull in tighter
>Why here?
>Why now?
>And
>Then it stops
>Almost
>"Now, if you'll take out your books to follow along, we'll cover the proof behind one of Starswirl's more famous theorems."
>You glance up
>The lights seem bright
>And as your eyes adjust
>Your teacher is already in front of the class
>Scribbling on the board
>Somehow still maintaining a grip on you
>Your shaft throbs
>Still fully in her idle grasp
>You're not quite sure what's going on
>Not on the board
>Not in your pants
>The students around you scribble furiously into their notes
>You sit up a little
>Breathing out
>Realizing you were holding it
>And pull in a deep breath
>You're still close
 
>She turns around
>Her eyes off the board
>But the chalk remains
>Floating there
>As she starts explaining
>She glances at you
>You notice a faint blush on her face
>A quick glance around
>Students ocassionally turning their head up
>Looking at the board
>Taking in her lesson
>You can't concentrate too well
>Body moving back and forth a little
>Her grip is stilled
>And you try to regulate your breathing
>Trying not to slow it down so much
>Or speed it up
>It's hard
>Especially her constant tickling magic around you
>But you turn up
>And you notice she starts to teeter
>Just a little
>And then you notice she's always turned to the class
>Skirt behind
>Facing the board
>As your eyes trail towards her skirt once more
>She clears her throat
>Tugs you a little on the shaft
>Giving you a sharp jolt of sensations
>Your mind is racing a little
>And you shudder
>Looking around
>Realizing that your desk is empty
>And it looks like you're just oogling your teacher
>And doing nothing else
>What can you do?
>You can't really think about anything
>Your arms almost move down
>A little desperate to finish off
>Your right hand does move down
>Past your legs
>And as you realize where you are
>You reach past that
>And towards your bag
>Getting your notebook out
>Pulling it up
>Putting it shakily on your desk
>"Now that you have a theoretical grasp of the theory, you can try the practical applications."
>Scratching on the board
>Your hips moving a little in the sound
>Sliding against her tingling magic
>Numbers
>Pages
>And she walks down to her desk
>"Anything you don't finish is homework for Monday, class."
>It's not your homework
>She's still catching you up
>Maybe that's why it's okay
>Maybe that's why she's doing it
>Just giving you some fun
>While you try not to get hopelessly lost
>You stifle a gasp
>As her tingling rubs at your tip
>An intense silent vibration
>Circling around you
>Spiraling down
>To your base and up
>Like a tongue
 
>Her face does get a little redder
>And your eyes meet each other
>Gazing into each other
>As her stroking increases
>Somehow
>Despite being in the middle
>She makes you feel like it's just the two of you
>Like the classroom just fades away
>And somehow
>You just know
>Her strokes get faster
>Like she wants you to finish
>Realization sets in just as she quickens
>Massaging your sack
>Squeezing your shaft
>Moving up and down
>Vibrating
>Udulating
>You realize your pants would be wet if you do give in
>It didn't occur to you earlier
>Why is it now that you think of it?
>You resist
>She feels it
>And responds in turn
>Magic feeling a little warmer around you
>Giving you memories of her mouth
>And tongue wrapped around you
>Sucking in
>You shudder
>You really don't want wet pants
>You glance at her
>Questioning
>Quizzing her
>She smiles
>Mouth opens
>And mouths a silent "It's okay."
>She cares
>She wouldn't let that happen
>And you let go
>Closing your eyes
>Bending your head down again
>Arms around you
>As you empty yourself in your pants
>It feels weird
>But liberating at once
>Releasing in public
>In your pants
>Where your peers can see
>But only your teacher knows
>You stifle the grunt as best as you can
>Arms muffling the sound
>Your shaft throbs as the liquid pours out
>Streams out
>You clench your eyes shut as you feel the liquid pool near your tip
>Did she lie?
>But you can't stop it
>Another spurt
>More wetness
>And a last one
>Weaker
>But adding still
>It's only around your tip
>Pooling around there
>No doubt a big glob of it
>You feel your face getting red
>What if they see a wet spot?
>Would they think you had an accident?
>What if they thought you were even dumber?
>Something like regret washes over you
>And you dig your head in
>Until
>A sudden small pop
>A sucking feeling
>And suddenly
>Your tip is dry
>And your shaft
>Everything around it
>You feel the dry fabric of your pants
>Loosely against your shrinking member
>Weird
 
>You turn your head up
>Face still feeling red
>Looking at your teacher
>Questioning again
>But then
>A bulge in her cheeks
>Flattening
>Moving to the other side
>No way
>She catches your gaze
>Moving up from the papers she was reading
>A small smile
>Mouth unopening
>Even if you just finished
>And even if you normally feel nothing
>It gives you a little prick of arousal
>It rolls around her mouth a few more times
>And then she gulps it down
>You see the bulge falling down
>Sliding down her throat
>As you stare
>She licks her lips
>And you glance around
>Wondering if any of the other students saw
>But
>None of them reacts
>Sometimes you wonder if you were the only one paying attention
>At least, to her instead of the material
>But you glance back at the wall
>More shapes
>More geometry
>More integrals
>Surfaces
>And problems to do
>You glance back up at your teacher
>Her face is buried into the quizzes
>Pen scribbling over it
>As she keeps going on
>One by one
>Somehow, you feel like you could watch her forever
>Her cute little cheeks
>And wonder about what her tongue was doing
>She notices you
>Turns towards you
>Mouths a little "Try the work."
>That was harder to tell
>More because you focused on what was inside her mouth
>Thick strands
>White
>Did she keep some in?
>You gulp
>And turn down to your blank notebook
>Pencil in hand
>And pull the book out
>Working on the assignment as best as you could
>Despite normally feeling tired
>You actually do feel a little more awake
>And a little more alert
>Somehow she actually did help
>Of course
>Miss Twilight always knows best
 
>The bell soon finally rings
>Almost 20 minutes of effort
>You actually went pretty far on the assignment
>Two whole problems this time
>"And that concludes the lesson for today, remember that there's homework due Monday."
>The students are already rushing out
>You collect your stuff
>It's a Friday
>You're always looking forward to the weekend
>But not this week
>You glance over at your teacher
>Smiling at students
>Waving them good bye
>You deliberately slow your packing
>Your peers are just rushing out
>Some glance towards you
>Normally you'd be first or somewhere near first out
>But they turn away when you meet their gaze
>"I've never seen you pack so slow before, Anon."
>You shovel the last notebook into your bag
>And glance up at her
>She's at her desk
>Leaning over
>The door closes
>Locks once again
>Around you, the shutters start closing
>Clattering
>And now it's just the two of you
>For some reason you feel a little anticipation
>Maybe because deep down you want to know how you did
>Or if you got a reward
"M-miss Twilight?"
>"Hmm?"
>The stack of quizzes on her desk shuffles
>And she picks one out, dropping it in front of her
"It's Friday, and..."
>She waves you over
>You don't really know what you were going to say
>You didn't even know students stayed after on Fridays
>But you shoulder your backpack
>And walk over
>Her eyes scanning over your paper
>Flipping it over
>Reading some more
>You finally reach her desk
>Peering onto your quiz
>You had felt confident earlier
>Somehow, seeing her read over it erodes that
>She glances up, smiling
>"You did well, Anon. I'm really happy our sessions helped you out."
>You can't help but smile back
>That smile always sends fuzziness through you
>She reaches a hoof out
>Onto your head, just ruffling your hair
>Warm fur against your head
>"You did better than I thought a student could in so little time."
>She steps back
>Walks around the desk
>Shirt unbuttoning
>"Now, I did promise a reward, didn't I?"
 
>You gulp
>Staring at her furry bare chest
>Normally you wouldn't care
>All ponies have a bare chest
>It's just a furry patch
>But for some reason
>Hiding it all day
>Revealing it just now
>Letting her shirt dangle on either side
>It makes it really enticing
>She giggles
>Opening her shirt
>Revealing more of her purple fur
>"Don't think I don't notice your stares."
>You glance quickly up at her head
>She gets in closer
>Hoof on your shoulder
>"But I'll admit, I don't think I've ever had a student stare at plain fur like that before."
"It's just that...your shirt is-"
>Her hoof moves down
>Gripping your hand
>Moves it up against her chest
>Just the fur
>Nothing else on it
>But the gesture feels intimate still
>You run your fingers over it
>Feeling the softness between your fingers
>Gripping
>Releasing
>Squeezing
>She laughs
>And you feel the vibrations on her chest
>"Ready for your real reward?"
"Yes!"
>She brings her hoof down
>But lets you keep feeling around her fur
>Just rubbing it
>Both your hands now
>Running around her shoulders
>Necks
>A little lower, nearer her stomach
>Something about the warm fur
>Beating heart underneath
>It's a nice feeling
>She doesn't mind at all
>You notice her tail lift
>Her posture shifts
>Weight from one leg to another
>And something white lifts your way
>The smell overwhelms you
>Like being hit by a thick wall of sweetness
>Arousal flushes through your body almost immediately
>The wave washing over you as she brings her panties in
>Closer, towards your lips
>Sniffing, you reach your head forwards
>She pulls it back
>Leading you forwards for a bit
>"I promised you this for doing well, didn't I?"
>She pulls it up
>Turning her muzzle before it
>Digging in a little
>Your mouth moves wide open
>Pulling out
>Licking
>"But as your teacher, I still feel an obligation to teach you more..."
"What?"
>The only response is the unzipping of your pants
>Her eyes trained downwards
 
"Miss Twilight?"
>"Well, what were you going to do with it?"
"Ummm - urk!"
>She grips your sensitive shaft
>Pulling it out
>Unbuttoning your pants
>Pulling them down
>"Then consider this an extra lesson."
>Your eyes meet
>Another of those smiles
>And then you turn downwards
>To wet fabric closing around you
>Your shaft hardens inside it
>Feeling the fabric vibrating with her magic
>Like little fingers dancing on your shaft
>She squeezes her soft silky pair around you
>And the movements get more complex
>Pieces of it sliding one direction
>Smoothly rubbing
>And other parts rubbing in another direction
>Like you're being licked by several tongues at once
>And then
>Her hoof moves up
>Gripping you
>Warming you up
>It had only been a little while
>But your teacher knows just how to get you excited again
>Knows exactly which part to tickle
>Which part to grip and squeeze
>And you feel yourself panting
>Her face moves in
>Other hoof around you
>Pulling you in
>Chest against yours
>Her hoof remaining underneath
>Stroking
>Her cheeks nuzzling against yours
>"How do you like your reward?"
"Y-yes."
>Giggling again
>It feels different
>Not like the intense sensation of earlier
>Just soft silk stroking
>Warm fur around your body
>She leans back
>Kisses you on the head
>Eyes level with yours
>"Think you can still finish soon?"
>You nod
>Feel her squeezing tighten
>Quicken
>Magic and hoof wrapping around you
>Transferring her juices onto your shaft
>She smiles
"H-how'd you do it?"
>"Do what?"
>Maybe it's not the best time to ask
>But you really want to know
"D-during class."
>"I know a lot of spells."
>She glances down
>And back up at you
>And somehow that changes the tone
>"A lot of spells."
>And your imagination runs wild
>As she plays with you
>A million sensations
>Coupled with a million thoughts
>She giggles
>"You've still got much to learn, Anon."
>Your hips thrust a little with her movements
>"And we're not stopping here."
 
>And then
>Suddenly
>She releases
>Her panties limp on your hardness
>Her hoof moves down
>You look up at her
>Mouth open
>About to speak
>And a hoof moves to your lips
>"I have something else to show you."
>A nod
>"And I think my little scholar deserve a little more than this for your good effort this week."
>A smile spreads across your lips
>No matter how much she says it
>It always feels nice
>Hearing her praise
>She steps back
>Glancing down at your shaft
>Still holding up her pair
>She takes it off
>Lifting it away
>Giving you a chilly feeling on your exposed skin
>"Lay down, Anon."
>A smile is all that you need to get you to obey
>You sit down first
>Feeling the cool floor against your bare backside
>And lean downwards as she steps up
>What was she going to do now?
>The floor feels cold underneath
>And then
>She sits down
>On your stomach
>Scooting your shirt up
>The coolness underneath providing strong contrast with her warmth
>Emphasizing the heat
>She slides a little against your stomach
>Her slit wet
>Pouring fluids onto you
>Wetting you a little
>It feels nice
>She spreads her legs
>Skirt lifting
>And you see it
>You're reminded of earlier
>The scent is strong here
>So close to the source
>You lean your head forwards
>And feel her hoof against your shoulder
>Slowly pulling back
>You glance up
>"Let me."
>Soft
>Firm
>Commanding
>But somehow gentle at the same time
>You relax your neck
>Licking your lips
>Wanting more
>But instead of bringing herself forwards
>She leans forwards
>Bringing her slit back
>Sliding down your stomach
>Going backwards
>Warmth spreading
>Past your navel
>And on your tip
>It quivers
>Throbs
>All sorts of motions as you feel the sensation for the first time
>Why hadn't you thought of this?
>All those times
>You never put it together
>That-
>She sinks down a little
>Prodding you into her
>And spreads your legs with her magic
>Tail swishing
>Tickling your skin
>You're already panting loudly
>"Are you ready?"
 
>You nod vigorously
>She sinks down a little
>Pulls up
>Bobs on you
>You feel a strong compulsion to pull yourself up
>Hips moving
>But her hooves move down
>Gently touching your skin
>And you know what she means
>So you relax
>Watching with fascination
>Her juices trickling down
>Across your tip
>Down your shaft
>Glistening in the light
>Her magic field materializes around your sack
>Gentle massages
>Rubbing your skin
>Sending you throbbing
>Aching
>Wanting even more
"P-please.."
>She doesn't say anything more
>She doesn't need to
>And she slides down
>Enveloping you around her
>The sudden feeling electrifies you
>Involuntary shudders wrack your body
>Her insides wrap around your shaft
>Closing in
>Warmer than her mouth
>Wetter than her tongue
>Tighter than her lips
>She continues the descent
>Slowly going past your head
>Each movement giving you a gasp
>Sending you quivering
>There's a twisting feeling inside your stomach
>But the good kind
>The nice, warm sensation
>Her tail continues to flick
>Tickling you
>And then she finally reaches down
>Wet, wet lips touching your base and skin
>You feel yourself throbbing in her
>Stick thrashing against her walls
>While they squeeze and constrict
>Like her magic, but warm, and solid
>Real
>Better than anything you've ever felt
>You look at her
>Wide eyed
>Mouth opened wide
>She giggles
>Sending vibrations throughout your shaft
>Tickling it a little
>"You look so adorable."
>Her hoof moves up to your cheek
>Stroking
>You don't really pay it too much attention
>Instead
>Being inside her for the first time
>For the first real time
>Not her mouth
>Or her magic
>That's your focus
>And you're sure your eyes are a glaze as you focus on it
>Even just being there, you feel yourself getting close
>Almost ready to burst just by being inside
>Your teacher looks perfectly relaxed
>You reach a hand out
>Fingers against her
>She doesn't stop you
>And you rub a thumb against her slit
>Coaxing a small gasp
 
>Without a single warning she starts moving
>Shifting forwards
>Not moving up
>Just sliding forwards
>Bending you a little forwards
>The sensations yelling at you to finish
>Your hands instinctively reach her flanks
>Gripping it
>Trying to stop yourself from ending so soon
>Eyes closing tight
>Body tensing up
>Legs curling a little
>"Anon?"
>She returns back to her position
>Relaxing
>Sitting there on you
>Hoof on your cheeks again
>Brushing
>You peek your eyes
>To see the familiar gentle teacher looking down at you
>The calming smile still on her face
>"It's okay. You don't have to hold it for me."
>She moves her hooves to your hands
>Rubbing them on the top
>While you feel the fur underneath
>She starts moving again
>Just rocking gently back and forth
>Your heart pounds
>You feel the lust pushing against you
>Demanding to be freed
>"I know it's your first."
>She leans down
>First?
>She was your first everything
>Her body arches a bit
>Head right above yours
>Big eyes staring down
>Closer
>Looking so loving
>So calm
>Eyes smiling alongside her lips
>"Go ahead, take your reward, my little scholar."
>The warmth
>The squeezing wetness of her insides
>And the gentle touch of her voice and hooves
>Convince you
>And you let it go
>Grunting out
>Eyes closing
>Releasing into her
>Her insides massage at you
>Squeezing you
>Pulling you up
>Into her
>She gives a small yelp after the first spurt
>And the pulling of her muscles coaxes another squirt
>You pump your seed, your love, your pent up desire
>Into her
>And she takes in every bit
>Sucking it up
>Deep inside her
>Against the gravity
>Against the motion of your shaft
>Pulling down
>As you relax your body
>Panting loudly
>Your reserves emptied
>Absorbed by her
>There's a faint blush on her face
>But
>She didn't finish with you
>Not this time
>You didn't feel her constrict
>Didn't see her body tense
>Or convulse
>And
>That makes you feel a little guilty
 
>Her hoof moves to your face
>Stroking it as she leans forwards
>Bending your shaft
>Until it flicks out of her
>"It's alright. You did good."
>Her hooves wrap around you
>And she gives you a kiss
>A quick peck
>On the cheeks
>Leaving her muzzle there
>Nuzzling against you
>"My little scholar did well today."
>You melt into her
>Wrapping your arms around her in turn
>Just merging your warm bodies together
>Her hoof moves to your back
>Stroking it
>And the two of you hold there
>No more words
>Just holding
>Everything feels okay
>Nothing could ever feel bad in her hold
>Nothing at all
 
>A few moments pass
>You don't know how long
>Time passes different in her grip
>Her body stirs
>Muzzle moving near your ear
>"Come back Monday morning, and I'll show you more."
>She gives you a tight squeeze
>Pulling back
>Smiling at you
>And this time
>This time, you take the initiative
>And lean towards her
>Lips against hers
>Her eyes widen
>Looking at you in surprise
>As you pull back
>"Well, look who's learning so fast."
>You grin at her
>Her hoof strokes your hair
>And her eye glances towards the clock
>"Remember those extended sessions?"
>You nod
>"Have you talked to your parents yet?"
>Oh
>That's what you forgot
"I..."
>"That's okay, will you ask this weekend?"
>Nod
>"With your progress so far, it'll get you all caught up really soon."
>One day
>You'll be just like the other students
>Just as smart as them
>All thanks to your teacher
>She pulls you in once more
>A quick squeeze and snuggle
>And then pulls out
>"Come now, it's getting late."
>You don't want to
>The warmth is all you ever want in life
>But deep down you know she's right
>You both detach
>And stumble up
>Dressing up
>She straightens your pants
>While you help her button her shirt
>A quick glance at her panties
>And she pulls it up
>"It's yours to do whatever you want."
>You take it
>"But if you bring it back on Monday, I might have a surprise."
>A wink
>And that's all you think of on your way out