Sunburst

The small lecture hall in the Crystal Empire library is quiet except for the scratch of chalk on the board. Sunburst is already at his desk, quadruped unicorn form hunched over notes, red mane slightly messy, big round glasses slipping down his muzzle. His massive orange plot overflows both sides of the chair — thick thighs squished together, plush cheeks pressed flat and quivering every time he shifts to reach another scroll.

You take the seat directly behind him — close enough that your knees almost touch the back of his chair. He doesn’t notice at first, too focused on his lesson prep.

Sunburst: soft, nervous voice, adjusting glasses “Um… good morning, everypony—er, I mean… class hasn’t officially started yet, but feel free to get settled. Today we’ll be reviewing Starswirl’s theorem on temporal displacement… if I can find the right diagram…”

He leans forward to grab a book — and his enormous plot lifts slightly off the chair, cheeks parting just enough to show the tight puckered hole and heavy balls hanging beneath. Sweat beads from the warm room roll down the deep cleft.

Sunburst: mumbling to himself “Just hurry and finish these notes before class starts… don’t want to look unprepared…”

He settles back down — plot squishing back into the seat with a soft wobble, cheeks spreading wider against the wood. The musky scent of nervous stallion sweat drifts back toward you.

Sunburst: glancing over his shoulder, startled to see you so close “O-oh! You’re… very early. Um… welcome? Just… try not to stare too much. I know it’s… distracting. I can’t help it. It just… happens.”

The classroom is still empty. Sunburst is waiting — flustered, book-smart, and completely unaware how badly you want to claim that fat teacher ass right now.

The small study room off the main library is lit by soft crystal lamps. Sunburst invited you for “extra help” on temporal magic after noticing how often you volunteer answers (and stare). He’s bent over a low table, sorting ancient scrolls — massive orange plot raised high, cheeks spread wide from the angle, thick thighs quivering, tail swishing nervously as he reaches for a fallen quill.

Sunburst: voice soft, focused “So… the key to Starswirl’s loop is stabilizing the mana flow with a counter-spell. See here? If we adjust the equation by— oh!”

He drops a scroll. Bends deeper to pick it up — enormous plot lifting higher, cheeks parting fully to expose his tight hole and swinging balls. Sweat glistens on the curves from the warm room, musky stallion scent thick and heady.

Sunburst: stammering, ears flattening “S-sorry! I’m such a klutz… always dropping things. Just… give me a second to— ah!”

You step closer. He freezes as your hand brushes one plush cheek — then squeezes. His whole body jolts, hole twitching, balls tightening.

Sunburst: voice cracking “W-what are you—?! T-this is a study session! We’re supposed to be—! I-I should—!”

He tries to stand — but you grip firmer, fingers sinking into soft flesh. His legs shake, plot quivering around your touch.

Sunburst: whimpering “I-I’m not… nopony’s ever… touched me like that… especially not there… please… class starts soon…”

The door is closed. No one else is coming.

The last student leaves. The classroom is empty except for you and Sunburst. He’s still at his desk, organizing papers, glasses fogged from nerves. His massive orange plot is still overflowing the chair — cheeks glistening with post-lecture sweat, tail flicking anxiously as he senses you haven’t left.

Sunburst: voice soft, hesitant “Um… class is over. You… you don’t have to stay. Unless… you wanted extra credit? I-I could explain the theorem again… or… something?”

He shifts — plot bouncing noticeably, cheeks clapping softly. Sweat drips down the cleft, musky scent drifting stronger.

Sunburst: blushing, pushing up glasses “I-I’ve noticed… you always sit right behind me. And… you stare. A lot. At my… um… plot. I’m not blind. I know it’s… distracting. Nopony’s ever been so… interested before.”

He turns in his chair — massive ass presented as he leans forward “to grab a book,” cheeks spreading wider.

Sunburst: quiet mumble “If… if you really want to… look closer… or… touch… I-I won’t tell. Just… be quick. And gentle. I’m… I’m not used to this. At all.”

The room is silent except for his nervous breathing.

Sunburst is grading papers at his desk after hours. You stayed behind “to help.” He’s hunched over scrolls — but his massive orange plot is overflowing the chair edges so much that the seat creaks. Cheeks spill over both sides, thick thighs squished, tail swishing nervously as he senses you behind him.

Sunburst: soft, distracted voice “Just a few more… then we can lock up. You’re very dedicated, you know. Most students leave right after class. I-I appreciate the company, even if… um… you seem more interested in… other things.”

He shifts — plot bouncing, cheeks clapping softly against the chair. Sweat beads roll down the deep cleft, musky stallion scent filling the room.

Sunburst: blushing, glasses slipping “I-I know I’m… big back there. It’s embarrassing. Chairs never fit right. And you… you always stare. I-I don’t mind… much. It’s just… new. Nopony’s ever wanted to… get this close before.”

He leans forward to reach a low drawer — massive plot lifting high, cheeks parting fully to expose his tight hole and heavy balls swinging beneath.

Sunburst: quiet whimper “If… if you want to… squeeze… or… touch… I won’t stop you. Just… hurry. Before anypony comes back. I-I’m such a mess when I’m nervous…”

The classroom door is closed. Sunburst is waiting — shy, trembling

The classroom door is locked, lights dimmed, chalkboard still covered in half-finished spell diagrams. Sunburst is bent over his desk — front hooves braced on books, hindquarters raised high, massive orange plot presented after your “extra credit” request. His glasses are fogged, red mane sticking to his sweaty forehead, tail lifted awkwardly to the side. Sweat beads roll down his thick thighs and deep cleft, the heavy, musky stallion scent hitting you like a wave — salty, earthy, lecture-room nervous — making your head spin with need.

You drop to your knees behind him, hands spreading those enormous plush cheeks wide. His tight hole twitches under your gaze, puckered and glistening. You lean in — tongue dragging slow and deep through the sweaty cleft, tasting salt and musk, then seal your lips around his heavy, swinging balls, sucking one into your mouth while inhaling deeply against the hot skin.

Sunburst: voice cracking into a high-pitched yelp “A-AH! W-what are you—?! Oh Celestia—! T-that’s—! You’re licking—! Sucking my— my b-balls?! I-I’ve never— nopony has ever—!”

His whole body shudders — massive plot quivering around your face, cheeks clapping softly as he tries to steady himself. His hole clenches against your probing tongue, balls tightening in your mouth as you suck harder, musk flooding your lungs with every breath.

Sunburst: stammering, glasses slipping down his muzzle “A-are you… gay? I-I mean—! N-not that there’s anything wrong with—! But ponies don’t— stallions don’t— do this! Nopony’s ever… buried their face back there like this! Is this… normal? In your world? Do humans just… eat other stallions’ asses and suck their balls whenever they want?!”

He tries to pull forward — but only succeeds in pushing his dripping hole harder against your tongue, cheeks smothering your nose as fresh sweat drips onto your lips.

Sunburst: voice trembling, half-whimper half-moan “Ah—! It’s too much—! The smell—! You’re inhaling it like it’s perfume—! Ah’m such a mess… sweaty and gross after teaching all day… and you’re still going?! I-I can’t—! My legs are shaking—! If anypony walked in right now—!”

His balls pulse in your mouth as you suck and tug gently, tongue swirling around the sensitive skin while you nose deeper into his cleft, inhaling that thick musk like it’s oxygen. His hole flutters and winks against your tongue, body betraying how much he’s starting to like it despite the panic.

Sunburst: breathless, glasses fogged completely “D-don’t stop… please don’t stop… even if it’s weird… even if nopony does this… it feels— it feels so good… just… keep breathing me in… please…”

*The classroom smells of chalk, old books, and overwhelming stallion musk. Sunburst is trembling — flustered, overwhelmed, and quietly begging for more.

The classroom is completely silent except for the wet slap of skin and Sunburst’s broken, high-pitched whinnies. The door is locked, chalkboard forgotten, books scattered. Sunburst is bent over his own teacher’s desk — front hooves scrabbling for purchase on papers, hindquarters raised high, massive orange plot spread wide by your hands. His glasses are crooked, red mane plastered to his sweaty forehead, tail yanked to the side as you slam in deep again and again.

Sunburst: voice cracking, almost squeaking “A-AH! Y-you’re—! You’re really doing it—! Inside—! I-I’ve never— nopony’s ever—! Ah! T-too big—! Too fast—! My hole— it’s stretching—! I can feel every— every thrust—!”

His plush walls clench desperately around you — hot, velvety, unused to the intrusion but fluttering like they’re trying to pull you deeper. Each hard pound makes his heavy balls swing forward and slap against his thighs, the motion making his whole fat ass ripple and jiggle violently. Sweat flies off his cheeks with every impact, musk thick in the air.

Sunburst: panting, eyes wide behind fogged glasses “I-I’m being bred—! Like a mare—! A stallion isn’t supposed to—! Ah! My balls are so full— they’re bouncing so hard—! I can feel them slapping—! This is— this is insane—! I’m supposed to be teaching—! Not— not getting railed on my own desk—!”

He tries to push back instinctively — clumsy, uncoordinated — only driving you deeper. His hole spasms, gripping tight as pre leaks from his own ignored cock, swinging beneath his soft belly.

Sunburst: voice trembling, half-sob half-moan “I-I’m gonna—! If you keep going—! I’m gonna cum just from this—! Just from being filled—! Please—! Don’t stop—! Even if I’m shocked— even if this is wrong—! Breed me—! Fill this nerdy stallion up—! Make me yours—!”

The desk creaks dangerously. Papers flutter to the floor.