Suited for desire
A familiar moment before the snow could fall for the first time of the season in the early winter of Ponyville. Rainbow Dash, strengthened after all the events she had gone trough, relished in a job well down to guide in the freezing cold clouds. She had dedicated this first fall of the snow to her guide and helper; miss Winter Breeze. She owe everything to her...
But below the happiness named sheer cold and snowflakes, a certain unicorn inside her boutique gazed at the white and gray skies. She enjoyed the warmth the little store and home provided her, a perfect place to just spend the day with nothing at all. How come? Well, she sighed and thought of yesterday's customers who had ordered some of her sketches for the next winter fashions she had worked on for a few days. It was a rather hard work, disabling her from spending any time at all with her friends except that time with the strange colt asking her about Rainbow Dash and her dreams.
And now, the first part of her long and intensive work was over. It would take at least two days before she would get her first order in which fabulous dress to create first. Until then, she could only wait...
"My goodness what an irony. Not only do I have to wait for my response from Canterlot, I can't do anything about the boredom it brings with it. And the worst part is that I can't walk outside and take the risk of wearing anything out of fashion. Could I really do that, Opal deary?" she asked with a little glance on the sleeping cat in her cozy basket ignoring her fully. She turned back with an oblivious face. "No... you're right, I shouldn't, I couldn't and I... wouldn't" she stated with another disappointed sigh and a fitting frown.
Suddenly, she heard a familiar, muffled voice outside her door. In the same moment she turned away from the window, her door was slammed open like a fishtail wind assaulted it. Opal flew up in the air from her comfortable basket with a terrified meow before charging away to the stairs, disappearing with the noises from her paws ripping up the floor.
Rarity, almost equally surprised by the sudden violence, followed her pet's hastened progress with her eyes until it was impossible. She arched an eyebrow after understanding what kind of uncaring pony would come to her home at this early afternoon hour. "Hello, Sweetie Belle..." she said with a trace of anxiousness as her breath condensed again on the window.
"Hi, sis!" the little blank flank replied to her sister with a happy grin. She turned her head to Rarity's spot in front of the glass, biting of the grayish rose and purple-striped scarf around her neck matching the little candy-looking mane and tail she once was born with. "I got a letter from miss Cheerilee today!" she continued as her little dirty hooves was about to take their first steps on her big sister's floor.
The elder unicorn tensed her eyelids. "Sweetie Belle!" she yelled to exclaim the fatal mistake her sister was about to do. The little pony halted, almost tripping over the rugged end of the mat beneath her hooves. "Oh... right" she mumbled before frowning to a giggle.
Rarity wondered for a moment why she suddenly was outside on her way to her sister's school, but soon remembered what just happened a few minutes ago: The little unicorn with a big grin and a letter from her teacher. That's right, she thought while adding a little smirk on her lips. Miss Cheerilee had sent an invitation to Sweetie Belle's parents for a meeting about the little unicorn's school attendance, but since their parents were unavailable because of their tour across half of Equestria, Rarity had to go as her guardian.
During her walk trough the chilly air stroking her, she glanced down on the perfect disguise she wore to hide the temporary lack of fashion update: nothing. Even if her attention for fashion was unrivaled in all of Ponyville, there were many days she could trot around without any of her fabulous dresses, even if she felt kind of exposed. Besides, it wasn't that cold...
Finally, she could see the little tower with the bell from the road she followed. The few trees surrounding the lawn of the schoolhouse had all lost their pretty decorations consisting of leafs, clearing the sight for Rarity to see the cute building with its own beautiful decorations of carved wood and painted hearts. It's just perfect for the little foals, Rarity thought with a pure smile on her lips. You didn't even have to be inside the building in order to know this was a lovely location for studies, teaching you everything you need to know for the future adult life. However, her smile cocked a bit when she recalled a piece of her memories in sexual education, the only class she found mysteriously interesting aside from design and art. When would the foals know how they were made, and what about the reactions?
She walked up to the door after throwing a slight glance on the flagpole with its piece of red fabric dancing in the slight winds passing through. Her hoof knocked clearly on the wooden door a few times before she decided it was enough and waited for the response.
But there was no such thing as a response. Quiet and lifeless without the expected approaching steps or even a voice telling her it was okay to come inside. She knocked again. "Miss Cheerilee?" Are you there?" she called with her ear pressed to the door. Nothing again, but this time she could hear some very muffled noises coming from the inside. It sounded like breathing, tensed and exhausted ones too.
Rarity flashed her eyes wide-open for a second. What if that was miss Cheerilee? Was she in trouble? Or... mabye she has...
"No, no. She couldn't be having 'company' when she expects other visitors today" the white unicorn mumbled to herself with a giggle. After all, it was just a few minutes before the scheduled time. However, Rarity gave the thought a few seconds of her time, considering if she's ever seen the teacher with a male before. But to her own disappointment, she hardly knew anything about Cheerilee the earth pony. Her teeth couldn't resist to grit as she wondered if a little peak trough the window would help her understand.
But her ideas of being the Peeping Tom vanished when she tried the door knob before anything else. If she had company, they would obviously had locked the doors at least. Her heart skipped a beat when the door creaked open.
The blue mane was revealed before her eyes could see into the almost empty classroom. Benches with fitting chairs behind them lined up in three identical rows, leading to he chalkboard and the large desk which she thought was was miss Cheerilee's. However, she couldn't see very much of it, thus she leaned her head some more to get a better view. The gasps were more clear now, echoing through the empty classroom with an even pace between some grunts.
Rarity felt like it would be for the best to stop now before she sees something way to private between two ponies. It's wrong and very unladylike to voyeur on others secrets moments, she thought to convince herself. But... then the curiosity living inside every pony who had an interest for gossip woke up. Who was this stallion pleasing the mare she hardly knew anything about? An almost vile-looking smirk crooked her lips. It couldn't be that bad, right? Just a teeny little glance on the male, then close the door carefully and walk away.
She bit her underlip and crept out more, slowly seeing more of the brown desk with the notebooks and cup of pencils on it. She added more weight on the supporting foreleg, leaving the other one on the door so her hindlegs leaned more and more forward. It was just a question of time before she would loose balance, but the risks were low since Rarity knew what obviously happened inside.
Finally, she could see the light rose and gray tail waving with slight motions, but even though the pony she saw had her back towards the door, the three smiling flowers which served as cutie marks were not visible. Rarity shoved the vacant fore hoof in her mouth to suffocate the gasp when she saw the red and black chess pattered skirt covering the fuchsia colored flank down to where her hindlegs began. Then she saw the white top with equally white, flower-shaped laces she also wore. Her mane was fixed with pigtails hanging down with smooth curves down to her neck, making her look extremely silly. Like a mare unable to accept the truth she's too old for such a mane style
Suddenly, Rarity realized there was no stallion mounting the dressed-up teacher from behind. She lifted and eyebrow and revealed her entire head from its covering to see what actually happened.
Cheerilee was leaning on the desk with the left foreleg while her right one was extended to her nether. There was a paper laying on the desk beneath her panting muzzle, obviously a photo or picture when the peeping unicorn understood the mare was 'going solo'. A violent blush exploded over the white cheeks, sending mental signals to the curious pony that this was heavily familiar for her: accidentally catching ponies in pleasure had apparently become a bad habit of hers.
What was even worse, she just couldn't look away. "This is even more wrong..." Rarity whispered while almost chewing up her lip. Voyeur a fine mare simply trying to release some stress was absolutely rude, especially if she would find out.
'But what if she doesn't find out' began terrorizing the unicorn filly's mind. She couldn't deny the fact this actually turned her on just like with Pinkie Pie and Ditzy Doo, but this time it was to something a little bit more 'normal', in her own opinion. The dress suited Cheerilee perfectly, tightening her coat just enough to make her look even prettier. But the absolutely best part was the almost invisibly small puddle beneath her trembling hindlegs.
She was dripping wet from the treatment she gave herself, which made Rarity warmer for each second.
But in the end, the better part of her got the upper hoof. She closed her eyes as hard as she could, leaned back and closed the door. A deep breathe, then an even deeper exhale. "Miss Cheerilee?" She yelled with one of her louder tones and pummeled the door three times harder then before.
This time it worked. She heard her voice instantly. "Oh! W...wait! I'll be... right there, just... just wait outside!" she answered with her exhausted voice before causing lots of other noises. The unicorn giggled and smiled with a cocked set of eyebrows. Her head tilted sideways to the door so she could hear everything and try to interpret what happened.
First it was apparently the clothes, she heard something soft being ripped off from fur. Then it sounded like something was swiping over the floor. Rarity couldn't hold back her chuckle when she understood it probably was to erase the puddle she caused. Another few seconds of disturbance rushed inside the classroom, ending up in a sudden silence with a happy sigh. Hooves walked closer to the door, stopping when they were placed right next to it.
The door creaked open with a smiling earth pony mare still having something heavy in her lungs judging by the faint gasps. Rarity tried to smile back, but she just couldn't get her eyes away from the fatal miss Cheerilee had made.
"Oh, hello miss... Rarity, was it?" the fuchsia mare asked with a welcoming grin towards the unicorn. But no matter how hard she revealed her shiny white teeth, the addressed pony couldn't let go of the pigtails still decorating the light gray rose and pink mane. She fought the impulses and won, rewarded with only a little giggle. "Yes... oh my! I didn't know pigtails was in this season" she stated with the smirk struggling to hold back the blush.
The earth pony widened her eyes with horror while her cheeks flashed red, quickly threw a glance at her sides to see the tips blocking her vision. "Oh! Oh... uh..." Cheerilee fumbled with the words to come up with an excuse. She stood up on her hindlegs and reached for the mane to unfold the fillets causing her hair to look so silly yet pretty. After an annoyed grunt, her mane fell down nice and loose with its medium length hardly reaching her shoulders. Rarity let go of a silent astonishment over her now even more beautiful and relaxed mane.
In the meantime, the object of her admiration had come up with her excuse. "Uhm... the girls were so... uh... interested! Yes, interested in seeing me with my hair like this, so I did it for them. Guess... I forgot to get rid of it later, huh?" she said with reluctance and traces of sweat breaking out.
Rarity nodded while the mare in front of her fixed her mane to put it back in its normal state. She cleared her throat and pushed the door wide-open with a rejuvenated smile and held-back flush. "Well, why don't you come inside so we can talk about your... little sister?" she asked with a foreleg pointing inside the house. Rarity nodded with enthusiasm and trotted inside before the nice mare, which she just recently developed a slight interest in thanks to her little sneak-a-peak...
"So... about Sweetie Belle..." Cheerilee began with to introduce their moment of talking. The two female equines were sitting on different kind of chairs on each side of the desk. The teacher on her swivel chair and the fashionista on a regular school chair almost not fitting her. But she could live with it for the moment, this would probably not take more time then a maximum of twenty minutes. Then her eyes quickly passed by the little stack of papers she didn't saw earlier. It was a little messy with several paper flicks sticking out, and some of them had notes scribbled all over...
It went on very smooth since the foal they talked about was no absentee nor bully. Her grades were a slight inch above the average pony in her class, she was kind to the others and had always at least two other friends to play with every day. There was no need going into such things as solutions and problem-solving about the little filly. When a little bit more then a quarter hour had passed, the dark purple-red pony had nothing more to say after stacking her notes together on the desk.
"Very well, it sure sounds like my beloved sister is of no problem for you, miss Cheerilee" Rarity stated with a confident smile. The teacher agreed with a nod and an almost equally wide smile. "Yes. She is a good girl, I must say" she replied with her hooves meeting under her muzzle.
Suddenly, they both just sat and smiled without any ways out to talk anymore, giving Rarity a perfect moment to study the smiling mare a bit more. She actually liked what she saw: a beautiful mare with a little fetish for schoolgirl dresses. She wasn't very old either, probably hardly a decade older then rarity herself. A fine, mature female in her best years sitting with responsibility, knowledge and a gorgeous look in a skirt...
"Would you like a cup of coffee, miss Rarity?" she asked with the flash of an idea, still smiling like usual. Rarity flashed too, automatically bringing an imitated smile on her lips."Oh? I... guess I could do so. Thank you, dear" she answered with a little seductive wave from her fore hoof. Cheerilee almost seemed oblivious to it, like the unicorn likewise could have been answering with a platonic behavior. She got up from the chair without a word and walked along the wall. She followed it until a door in the corner of the room was in her way. The door was pushed open and closed with a little thud to leave Rarity alone.
She pouted her lips in disappointment. Wasn't the little flirt visible? She couldn't just ask straight out if the teacher was a filly-fooler, so this little tactic was everything she could go after. "Oh well. I presume I just have to be a little bit more obvious" she mumbled to herself again and leaned back on the uncomfortable wooden piece of sitting. Her attention then caught the stack of papers again, she thought it would be nice to just fix it up a little. Thus, her horn glimmered to flip over the pile and bump it on the desk. Only a second later, it landed back exactly where it stood before, much nicer this time, however.
But as the boredom came quickly, she rocked on her little chair, forcing the chair legs to tilt up whenever she leaned back again after each swing. This was her moment to dream away, to imagine how it would be if she tried to create a little something between her and Sweetie Belle's teacher. Would there be any problems? Would there be protests? What would there be? And what if she was so lucky that Cheerilee actually likes fillies? Dressed in that skirt again with her silly hair...
Her concentration faded for just a second, enough time to let her swing fall back further then she expected. Her heart raced as gravity grabbed her back, forcing out a scared yelp before she was just a second from the unpreventable fall.
The chair levitated just a few centimeters above the floor in its magic glow from the white unicorn's horn, letting the stressed pony breathe again with her lungs almost popping up. She just had to giggle over her ridiculous incident.
But as her magic was about to carry her back up again, she noticed something under the desk. It was a piece of paper with the size of an A4, just like the one she saw before when Cheerilee was... making herself comfortable. Her eyes got locked at the flat object hiding in the darkness the big, brown desk gave.
A light bulb flashed above Rarity. If the mare found interest in that picture, it certainly had to be something dirty and/or naughty. And if it was a picture of a filly... that would mean she got green lights! Of course, it could be her marefriend, but only if she was occupied already. But something inside the fashionista's head practically yelled out 'look at it, look at it' before she could make up her mind.
After a few seconds of decision in locked mid air, Rarity closed her eyes and sighed. A little piece of the magic gave the paper enough attention to levitate up from its dusty hideout.
Rarity brought the paper up to her laying head, she was still closing her eyes. The object was enough close for her to get a perfect look. She wished, hoped, even begged for it to be a female on it, not a male. Her eyes opened one by one, slowly sliding up to see the image in all its glory.
A spear penetrated Rarity's heart, twisted around to rip of the arteries and veins. The blood poured out like a waterfall to overflow her mind, resulting in a reaction she didn't know could happen when her first emotion awoke from its slumber. Her magic dropped the chair to let her fall down the last few centimeters with hardly any noise being made at all...
At the same time, the door leading back to the classroom flipped open with the fuchsia mare coming back with two cups of coffee on a white plate in her mouth. She clenched the plate with all her might between her teeth, so hard that she couldn't focus at all on what her invited guest was doing. Instead she simply walked over to the rectangular desk with relaxed steps to put the brick on the hard underlay. After relaxing her mouth from the hard clench, she licked her lips and turned her head to where she remembered Rarity was sitting.
She wasn't there, the chair was empty. Cheerilee arched an eyebrow in confusion, but as she glanced on her right side there was an answer waiting for her.
Only a few meter away from her, the white unicorn stared at her sister's teacher with the piece of paper floating next to her side. Her face was oblivious, flawless and unexposed without any signs of feelings. For a moment, the earth pony thought she was looking at a dead pony. "Miss Cheerilee..." Rarity said with an honest and straightforward tone. "Yes...?" the addressed pony answered with a nervous smirk once she noticed the levitating paper.
With a dying glimmer, the magic dispatched from its concentrated object. Lifelessly like the leafs outside flying trough the winds, the square piece of paper fell with smooth movements down to the floor.
"Why... do you have this photo under your desk?" she asked with her voice slowly trembling with anger. Cheerilee widened her eyes for a second when she saw the blank piece of paper. It had accidentally ended upside down, but you could see there was an image on the other side. Her hesitation struck when she understood how boiling maddened the unicorn before her eyes was. Suddenly, Cheerilee understood when she looked at the stack of correctly stacked papers: she must have found her photo. With a nervous gulp, she staggered a slow step back. "Okay... Uh... I can explain, miss Rarity".
Rarity's pupils shrunk, her teeth almost cracked from the grit and her mind was filled with primal family instincts. Thus, after a charge without any regrets, the dark purple-red mare was forced back on her hindlegs, this time with two white hooves pressing her throat into the chalkboard. "You disgusting whorse! Keep your freaking hooves away from such innocence!" she yelled while starting to press harder to the stressed throat. Cheerilee was in a complete panic. The fear racing through her awareness made her vision blurry for a few seconds. "Mi... miss Rarity. You... you're hu... h-hurting... me" she squeezed out before the unicorn kept going recklessly.
Cheerilee coughed from the first attempt to speak, but when she put her own forelegs around the assaulting pony's, she pulled away with all her might to get a chance to speak, but she only moved them barely enough to inhale. "Please, miss Rarity! You must understand!" she yelped with a pathetic voice. The unicorn's anger shoot straight trough her reasoning, forgetting details when she heard that. Her horn glimmered as the fuchsia coated forelegs were slammed to the hard wall. A thick layer of ethereal bracelets held back the limbs, giving free way for Rarity to press harder, seriously about to kill the mare in her blinded rage.
"Understand? I know what I understand when a mare pleases her nether while looking at a picture like that one!" she roared to send Cheerilee into a shock with widened eyes on her own. "Yes! I saw you touching yourself dressed like a school-filly with your eyes locked on the picture, you disgusting, perverted who-" Rarity almost yelled before noticing the tears from the suffocating pony.
She grinned like a maniac to the response, feeling the beast possessing her more and more. "Oh? Oh yeah? Having sudden regrets, are we? Well, you should have thought of that before you decided to think of such forbidden things!" she kept roaring to the terrified mare. "Ponies like you, are the worst thing that exists in Equestria! You are sickened perversions who should be banished to the moon for what you've done!".
She actually let go of the damaged neck, allowing the victim of her anger to speak up. A few hard coughs hit her face at first, but she didn't care. All she wanted was to hear the weak whimpers from the horrible pony in her grasp. Cheerilee sobbed in her breathes, all her fears and sorrows had been brought out for Rarity's extreme frustration. But she tried... she tried.
"What... what his so... wrong with it? I don't understand w-why every... pony hates it s-so much..." she stated when air could proceed regularly. Those words brought unfortunately more fuel to Rarity's boiling wrath and hatred. "What? You... you seriously wonder what is wrong with it?" she asked with a shocked expression. Cheerilee nodded...
The filly's entire body trembled now together with her twitching eyes. "Well... then. Let... l-let me tell you then..." Rarity said with stutter due to her uncontrollable loathing about to become unjustified madness. She planted her hooves on the soft fur below the mare's muzzle with force, using her physical might again to keep hurting.
"It is wrong in every way! You don't do that to ponies in that age! It's wrong and twisted, proving there is a serious failure inside your head! You're a shame to all ponykind, miss Cheerilee!" she stated in the end with a couple of seriously arched eyebrows glaring at the accused mare.
Cheerilee shook her head. "No...n... no... p-please... d-don't... don't s-say... so..." she uttered even though the hooves kept mashing her larynx to critical levels. "Oh, but I have all right in Equestria to say so!" Rarity stated before finally letting go of her dangerous pressure. She dropped down on all four and turned around with a disgusted glare still haunting the suspended mare till she couldn't do so anymore. "It is my duty to turn in your kind to the royal guards so they can deal with you in prison" she said before walking up to the photo resting on the floor.
Cheerilee was completely exhausted from the temporary lack of oxygen, but her shock becoming fear brought back her ability to talk. "What? Is it that bad..." she yelled before being punished for using her overexerted throat. Her voice halted as the coughs kept coming out of her. She had a taste of blood in her mouth, it hurt so much. Both physically and mentally.
"Oh, I can assure you it is! You will go away for many years, you sick pervert!" Rarity repsonded while bringing up the photo with her magic. She threw a look at it after flipping it to see the photo, still glaring madly when she thought of all the horrible things she must have done while staring at it.
Meanwhile, Cheerilee was completely broken. Her spirit was burned together with the will to live inside herself. But one last thing remained strong and steady: her will to stand by her fetish. She tensed her muscles and cursed everything for saying this. All might in one place, covering it all with honesty and shooting it out with conviction.
"What is so wrong with liking fillies in your age wearing school-filly dresses? It's not like I'm a foal-fiddler!" she screamed out to unintentionally gain the unicorn's attention.
Like somepony had caused a sonic rainbow-nuke inside the room, Rarity was silenced with a silly look on her face, still radiating anger but also a whole heap of confusion. She turned away from the levitating photo. "What...?" she then said before leaving her mouth open. Cheerilee had her entire muzzle covered with tears, soaking her fur to leave a darkened color behind the trails.
"Yes! Sure, I love when beautiful mares dresses up like innocent school-fillies! I can't help getting aroused from it! I'm only a pony..." she yelled between her sobs before loosing all ability to control her sorrow just like the white unicorn did with her anger.
Suddenly, Rarity didn't understand a thing. The mare was in complete tears and had just confessed her guilt of having a fetish, but it had absolutely nothing to do with what Rarity was angry about. She threw her head back to the photo this was all about.
A photo of Sweetie Belle, Apple bloom and Scootaloo, all smiling before a posed camera.
Rarity grunted in the remains of her wrath, still fully convinced she was dealing with a foal-fiddler. "But... but what about this, then?" she said with a decided and still angry tone while turning around with the photo levitating up to Cheerilee. The teacher opened her wet eyes and threw a quick glance before swallowing the current flood of tears in her throat. "Tha...that's one of the girls' school assignments: photo of their best friends..." she said carefully before sobbing another breath. "...but what about it...?" she asked rhetorically without actually caring. Her sadness was way too deep and old wounds had been ripped open thanks to the unicorn's violent assault of mean words.
"I saw... you've been looking trough my papers... and found the photo! And if you... you s-saw me..." she cried before taking more air to keep breathing. "... I admit I'm a dirty mare who likes such things. But I'm no foal-fiddler! Am I know? Why does everypony think I like foals only because I want them to dress up? WHY?" she hollered in the end before succumbing to tears and sobbing.
Rarity twitched her eyes, hardly knowing what to say about this. "Bu... but I... whe... I thought..." she stuttered before the painful realization hit her mind. "...Oh my..." she whimpered. All this time the protective sister thought Cheerilee was a sexual abuser of foals, only to finally understand she wasn't. And by pure coincidence, the mare's true secret was revealed.
After a quick glance on the photo again, Rarity looked at the devastated mare pinned up to the wall. Her first action was to dispel the raw magic holding Cheerilee's forelegs in place, allowing her to slide down peacefully to the floor in a sitting position with her hindlegs widely spread before she leaned forward to let go of more tears. She buried her muzzle in her hooves to muffle the sobs, but her jerking body couldn't hide the obvious distress torturing her mind thanks to the filly in front of her.
"Uhm... miss Cheerilee..." Rarity said with a silly smile below her frown. "I'm sorry for what I said... I completely misjudged you and..." she said while slowly walking forward. But in the same instant, her words couldn't lead her anywhere. She had falsely accused a pony for something horrible and been proven wrong. Now what?
The fuchsia colored teacher revealed her face from its hiding in her hooves, still clenching her eyelids tight in despair. The salty tears didn't suit her at all, she looked so different with them and the missing smile she always had on her lips. "Why... why does everypony think I'm a weirdo only because I want them to dress up a little? Is it really too much to ask for your dream to come trough when it's just about a... little skirt and a top?" she hollered at the white pony with her soaked cheeks. The sight of them brought Rarity to her own tears, heavily regretting every word she just used. To make it worse, the mare suddenly brought a fore hoof in her mouth to nibble on like a baby dragon does to its tail when newly hatched. She looked so... weak and pitiful now.
"No... please, miss Cheerilee. Don't... don't... cry" she whimpered before her conscience embraced her in a dark grip and crushed every last piece of self-esteem remaining alive. In the torment, she sat down and tried to look into the mare's eyes, but even when she tried to put a hoof on her shoulder, the crying kept up without any break. Rarity was in the end finally consumed by sorrow too, letting go of the very substance symbolizing sadness it its purest form down her white cheeks.
"Miss Cheerilee!" she called while snatching away the hoof stuck between the mentioned pony's teeth. There was no response besides the never ending sobbing and fluids falling down to her shoulder as she turned her head to the side. Rarity still held the soft foreleg in her hoof, fully unaware what to do with it. Her mind got nowhere at all when she tried to come up with comfort for the poor teacher. "Think, Rarity, think..." she mumbled to herself. "What... would the element of generosity do now?" she kept mumbling with all her present ability to process a good solution.
With a flash of insight, Rarity's gloomy expression froze with hollow eyes staring at the mare. In the next flash, she knelt down and pushed Cherilee's muzzle to face her again. The last thing she saw before closing her eyes was the teary eyes she pitied so much approaching her face.
With her hoof still in Rarity's grip, the fuchsia colored mare could hear her own muffled sobbing inside the unicorn's mouth. With wide-open lips and a surprised tongue, her will and demands died out from the ecstasy traveling from her muzzle to the core of need inside her brain. Without thinking any further about what was happening, she wrapped her forelegs around the beautiful filly's back and neck to not let her go.
The sobs became moans for them both, but the tears still dressed their warm cheeks blushing with heat. Rarity laid her own forelegs around the teacher-pony's neck, showing in all ways possible she wanted this to happen. And her oral organ spoke the truth when she pressed the opposite one back to its warm mouth, cuddling and making love in their own way in their wet tumbling. Cheerilee breathed heavily trough her snout, puffing the already heated up cheeks which crossed its colors with the marshmallow-white muzzle.
The dance went on for so many minutes, but none of the parties felt tired nor bored from devouring each others mouths, the sweet feelings just kept coming back with even stronger pulses for each time they tilted their lips for a new taste. However, a signal in Rarity's spine told her to at least change her position from the leaning, driving her to finally separate from the hungry mouth with a string of saliva falling down between them. They gazed at each other, panting from the warmth they both felt hitting their chins. The unicorn licked her lips and squirmed her body to stay right in front of the mare. She then dropped from the kneeling to slide down along the warm fur and letting go of her grip around Cheerilee's neck.
The mare flashed with wide-open eyes when the unicorn slithered out from her forelegs and stuck out her tongue to let it stroke the dark purple-red chest, tummy and finally the centimeters above her exposed marehood. "Wait!" she yelped right the second before her partner was about to dart for the wet slit. She glanced up on the aroused mare gasping from her excitement, she had a begging look filled with only one simple wish.
"Please... behind my desk... in the drawer. Just... please!" she begged with all her might and hopes in one place. Rarity looked over the fuchsia thigh on the desk. Her horn focused for the knob she couldn't see, but there it was. The drawer was pulled out as her magic kept searching for whatever was in it. She could feel two things were surrounded in her intangible grip, levitating the objects to see and fully understand what it was all about: the school-filly dress.
"Please..." Cheerilee whispered with a frown, fearing her new-found partner would reject the idea and call her weird like every other mare she had asked before. Rarity smiled, she simply loved the old fashioned skirt with its black and red chess pattern and the strangely matching white top with its zigzag tread designed laces on the arms. And when she imagined herself wearing it, her eyes sparkled with lust.
Without any word, Rarity stood up on all four with her smile intact as the dress floated towards her. The two pieces of clothing shone bright, ending up on the white body within a second when the brightness faded. Cheerilee dropped her jaw when she saw the filly, the astonishment paralyzed her body and the arouse consumed her mind. The unicorn flickered her skirt to expose the three diamonds on her flank for a mere second, giggling in the background to add the perfect enthusiasm.
She felt the dress wrapping up, covering her body except the legs in their cute appearance. Her top was tight enough to make her feel comfortable and the skirt didn't itch a bit. In other words: it was perfect.
Rarity glanced down on her sister's teacher, her eyes were teary as she covered her snout. "You... you're so beautiful..." she said with an overjoyed exaltation running trough her spine. The dressed-up pony didn't reply, she just kept giggling like in her old school-days, arousing the mare in front of her even further. Her knees dropped to the floor again before she rested her stomach too, laying down just like before the little interruption, only this time while feeling the soft clothes touching her. Cheerilee tried to hold back the tear trying to escape, wiping her eyes with a fore hoof before glancing down with a happy smirk. Rarity got closer to the marehood, suddenly realizing it was soaking wet compared to just a few moments ago. She smiled even wider and stuck out her tongue, placing the first gentle rub on her needy slit.
The mare threw her head back with a gasp as her forelegs flew down to grab the filly's head. Her satisfaction was almost already reached in that single lick when it passed her pearl. Her breathing went into hyperventilation for second before she could grasp the calmness again. But without a single warning, Rarity dipped her tongue over the sweet juices again, driving the lustful mare into insanity from the excitement killing her mind.
Her muscles tensed when she felt the lapping consuming her nectar, causing the red-purple hindlegs to buck wildly in the air. "Yes! Oh yes, this... ugh... is... is even better t-then I imagined!" Cheerilee moaned with the hungry filly between her thighs. Her hooves kept pressing the white head harder into her love spot, forcing Rarity to experience how it felt to have your snout covered in sticky juices... with a smile.
She wanted more of it. This mare tasted much better then the unicorn expected. She wanted to feel the teacher's inner flesh clenching her tongue, thus she made one last lap on the labia before going for gold. The warm slit dripped even more need as Rarity's organ slid apart the fat lips. She could already feel it, the inner walls struggling to embrace her when only the tip was inside. Her tongue pressed inside, forcing up the starving hole with slight trace of violence.
"Oh sweet mother of Celestia!" Cheerilee cried out before she drowned in puny whimpers. Her mind overflowed with arouse as the wet organ penetrated her, expanding her pink cave to receive the impalement better. She couldn't imagine anything sweeter, so there was a shock when Rarity felt like thrusting. The mare groaned in extreme pleasure, and she knew how ironic this was: if she so much as glanced on the dressed-up pony, she would come the same moment, thus she had to keep them closed.
The unicorn slipped out her tongue and moaned before licking her hoof. "Miss Cheerilee... you taste so good..." she said between the laps to drink the love juice, sending a pure wave of pleasure trough the mentioned pony's ears. "And there is so much of it..." she said with a lusty groan to express how turned on she was from this. "Please, miss Rarity! I'm... I'm going to come if you... t-talk like that!" the mare responded with a serious grimace while jerking her head from left to right.
The filly grinned and felt like going for real now, giving Cheerilee the very best this unicorn had to offer. Thus, she placed her lips around the pink pearl, wrapped it with her tongue and sucked as hard as she possible could with muffled moans to put the icing on the cake. The reaction was explosive from the mare...
She gasped out like she was in pain and suffering, moaning out loud like she would die if her throat silenced for just a second, her thighs trembled and her drool dripped down from the open mouth to land on the giving filly's blue mane. All the sweetness located her attention, kidnapped and raped it in order to not let her think of anything else but the unbearable satisfaction burning her inside.
Rarity let go of the little pink pearl and placed her fore hoove on it to keep it in motion while going for a violent plunging inside the warm slit again. Her lips started sucking the labia, making out with the delicious marehood while thrusting her tongue deeper inside the pulsing flesh wanting her.
"Ahh... it... it's so good! So good, so good, so good, so..." the mare repeated until her eyes accidentally opened to see the filly eating her out. All time and motion stopped when her pupils hit the skirt and top. This was the exact image she had inside her head how this would look like. Sitting up with the most beautiful pony in class, nuzzling her nether to drink the flowing juices she extracted.
Time moved on once again. "...GOOOOOOOD!" Cheerilee hollered out at the top of her lungs, spilling more saliva as her mouth went wide-open. Rarity felt the flood soaking her tongue right the moment before it splashed all over her face, receiving it with loving groans as she tried to lick up the tasty satisfaction escaping the pleased mare in her wonderful climax...
With her entire body completely drained of both pleasure and energy, Cheerilee couldn't do more then keep sitting down with Rarity laying over her lap. She glanced down with her dying panting on the smiling unicorn still dressed in her school-filly dress. Their eyes met for a brief second, everything needed to keep them both in place before the mare spoke. "So... was this... for pity?" she asked straightforward.
Rarity understood quite fast that Cheerilee wasn't dumb. You don't have sex with anypony like this if it wasn't to calm that pony down from stress or sorrow. But even though, she still felt busted with the fact hovering over the scene. It was true: she was the element of generosity, after all. So giving herself to the earth pony was the best solution she could come up with at that moment. The horror of being responsible for such a fine mare's unnecessary mental demise was also even more then the fashionista could handle, thus her congenital instinct and interest for Cheerilee interacted together. It was killing two birds with one stone, if you could put it that way.
The white unicorn didn't drop her smile, but an innocent frown was more then fitting now as she opened her mouth. "I suppose can't lie about that..." she answered with a gentle tone. But no matter how hard she would've tried with a kind way of saying it, the fuchsia mare still felt an ache inside her heart. "I see..." she replied before closing her eyes in disappointment.
But as the world became darkened from the blindness her eyelids provided, something stroke her cheek with utmost gentleness. She looked again, realizing that a white hoof traveled along her muzzle. Before Cheerilee had time to react, she could hear Rarity's voice soothing her ears from the warm lap.
A cute smile decorated her beautiful face. "...but I was wondering something, miss Cheerilee..." she said before adding a little blush to her cheeks. "... are you free in the afternoon tomorrow?".
END
Author's Note:
This is my favorite chapter so far. Why? Because Cheerilee is in it! Yes, there is something about her that seriously caught my interest the first time I saw a r34-based image of her. I'm not saying I have any hots for teachers in general (the thought actually disgusts me O_o) but Cheerilee is special. Perhaps because she's a pony, I dunno.
Well, this is how Rarity ended up for the moment, but there WILL be more of this little shipping in the future, I swear. However, you m-i-g-h-t hate me for the next chapter I will add to PL. But that is for the future to decide.
Next up: RP with the aftermath to Twilight and Luna after the sweet "Midneight" they shared. Also starring: The piny and enslaved Trixie! (sorry, just HAD to say that ^^')
Brohoof on ya all!